I’m moving like a blinking eye lid
Bewildered at guzzle power
I’m dancing in my ballet shoes
Pirouette kidnaps me.
I’m too drunk to know whether I’m walking or flying
I’ve lost consciousness of my feet.
Drawn like a carriage are my limbs
I’m engulfed by a woman that stands naked
In front of me and summons my pupils.
I pounce like a grass hopper
Sting like a bee until she is a butterfly
Maddened with my ephemeral touch.
She is agape like a nepenthes.
As I slowly let her trap me inside
Her pitcher and crumble me
Out of drenched desire.
I’m so wet, I feel like a Nimbus cloud
About to break open in a monsoonal shower
I dance, she sings, we make merry,
I’m about to be abridged like a runaway kite.
I elope to the wind like a madman
Bored of his insanity. Icarus is all of me.
The face of the sun was beautiful
And the Aegean was an anti-climax.
I drown to a trench, like an anchor.
I hastily look at her, the stranger with no name.
My body is my only alibi in the absence
Of heart works. Sin was all over me
Like a bout of leprosy. Still I did not feel
Any guilt. Perhaps the Scotch whiskey
Made me fickle. I was a man for a few minutes
The most and still it was like morphine
To my body. I walked away still drunk
My body drooping like melted skin.
The past and the future sandwiching me
In a moment I would regret. Guilt
Would follow the next morning when
I was all sober. It was all a blank page
With an abstract painting. Now I gaze
At that painting everyday trying to
Make some sense out of it. I’m just a drip painting
Dripping life through an hourglass,
Soldiering on in anti-retrovirals.
A deciduous tree in a thicket
Of evergreens. Every leaf is precious
As every weak smile. Abscission is slow
And still it takes a little out of you
To see a leaf fall.
The clock ticks and I look out of the window.
Winter is coming soon.
When I will be as colorless
As a ghostly snowman
With no carrot stick.