The Beach, The Beast And The Beautiful Poem by Arun Maji

Sun is sinking

Now the sky is gold
And mind is green.
A middle aged man dressed like a hippie
Slides his hand
Within waist of his much young beloved.
Does he squeeze them?

And here is this widow
With plastic lips
And plastic breasts,
Plants her lips
On lips of a young man.
How old this man would be?
Twenty? Twenty one?
Who knows!

And water is glowing gold.
A gentleman in hat
Kisses a lady in hat.
Measured cautious kiss.
Like kiss of those puppet dolls.
Is that kiss?
Or exchange of contract?
Or exchange of passwords
To rob vault of nearby merchant bank?

And here is the real kiss.
A young boy and a young girl
Half naked
Kissing cuddling crushing each other
While half lying on soft sands.
They are aggressively and arrogantly
Oblivious of others.
And gosh!
Hear that loud slurping noise
Of their wild kiss!
All men and women present here
(but teens)
Must be cursing themselves
Because
They have lost that fire.

And here is the nerd,
Reading a novel
While resting his back on huge backpack.
And guess what?
A young girl comes to right in front of him,
Touches her own bra-clad popping breasts
And smiles to him.
Teasingly. Offensively.
What a cruelty to nerds!

It's dark now.
And that young man there
Is half lying on that widow.
They must be to something.

© Arun Maji