Blabber Stabber

go slice a lemon                                                                                                HE
i had someone chopped in pieces of seven
and sprinkle some pepper                                                                            SHE
on the one eyed leper
shave the lepers head                                                                                        HE
and keep shaving everything
until he is dead
lets go, you and me                                                                                               SHE
on a murderous spree
killing dejected lovers                                                                                         HE
in third degree
pompous bachelors, you too beware                                                            SHE
coz we had already killed three lazy horses                                                HE
and a preganant mare
if you’ve got charms, we’ve got arms                                                               SHE
if youv’e got moon, we’ve got stars                                                                      HE
machete we will through your spagetti                                                              SHE
and leave you meatballs
you might be pretty                                                                                                    HE
but our bullets will burn your stalls
im angry today and angry i will be                                                                           SHE
if you dont unclog the toilet

and flush your faeces                                                                                                          HE
your faces will be stale
if you leave your spaces and marks
and butt prints
and shoe signs
and pock marked angry traces of your breath
Even furiouser i shall get if you lock me inside the house when you leave        SHE
my wrath shall be upon you before you’ve time to grieve
how dare you pretend i dont exist?
how dare pretend i dont resist?                                                                     HE
how dare you pretend i have no fist?
that shall come flying up your nostril                                                         SHE
make no frill
or bones about that
make no moves or poses                                                                                     HE
choose no sides
no strides or crosses
just humor me. Like i indulge you                                                                   SHE
just rumor me..Like I divulge you                                                                     HE
like sand slipping out of closed fists
like storm raping stagnancy
like madness waiting for rythm
Today I laugh at your face from rock bottom.                                                  SHE
Today I kissed rock bottoms for you                                                                      HE
all the bottoms you’ve claimed to kiss combined.                                               SHE
not soft, not squishy.
But enough to bring me to my knees
enough to open my pores                                                                                                     HE
enough to open my eyes

and realize                                                                                                                   SHE
enough to scratch the bones and hug depravity with ease                                HE
and realize
that you have ruined it!                                                                                                        SHE
everything!
grrr
and realize…                                                                                                             HE
that I’d like some mayonnaise please                                                                                    SHE
that I’d like some cheesy sandwich and creamy coffee please                                    HE
Maybe even sex and a cigarette afterwards                                                                        SHE
Will you be so kind as to
May be a puff or a hump afterwards                                                                                        HE
Will you be so kind as to
A game of scrabble and a scramble for the remote                                                            SHE
Will you be so kind as to
A tickle on my feather and a push on my bum                                                                       HE
will you be so blind as to

offer me a midnight snack when i am already full                                                                  SHE
plus                                                                                                                                     HE
allow me
a sprint in the labyrinth of your heart and a nap on the cloud of your thoughts
ummm…excuse me                                                                                                       SHE

 

-Signed

A (dot)

a thought

a thought of mine slipped off

your hollow collar bone

like a drunk waterdrop

stumbling

 

it followed your translucent vein

which was visible beneath your neck

that vein took my thought towards your bosom

and my thought blushed

at the thought of circling around

that pink ring

 

then it trickled down and

reached the slump of your stomach

which was filled with empty air

and it changed its shape

a million times

and my thought changed too

 

thought turned colorless

thought turned blind & deaf

the bug of panic bit my thought

and it went mad

 

something was pulling my thought with full force

and my thought got distorted, distracted

my thought lost its breath

 

it got sucked in

something sucked it

something filled with cruel wrath.

 

Signed

A (dot)

Cockbib’s melody

insane frustration
made me gorgeous

a tiger ate caramel custard
and croaked somewhere
far far away

a beige tidal wave
(untidy and playful)
frisked my feet
and rubbed dryness
on my face

It evoked nothing in me
It shuddered nothing
It triggered nothing
It destroyed nothing for me

my guts cringed
and i became all that bullshit you talked about
at your last drunken party

where you had scratch resistant coating
on you

where you had unique mucus
in your tall slim glasses
and you left hickeys on brains
that were skewed and distorted

i became that bruise
of that punch
which you got
from that unknown guy
who was so eager to bury
everything he saw in you

i became that urge
to find that lost lust
in that random stranger
who deduced misery in your touch
and story in your thirst

i became that adjective
you invented
for those crayon eyes
that pierced you and told you
that you are beautiful

i became the probability
you analysed
when your lover felt miserable
in you
and you still smiled
with crimson lips
and serpent ties

i became every trigger
which they licked
to sprinkle the cobwebs
with thorns
on the broken-torn dreams

i became my archenemy
my hamartia
i became you!

 

Signed

-A (dot)

The man who fell in love with a Bus-stand

Part 1 – The Realization

Let me tell you a story about a boy

who fell in love with a BUS-STAND

All his life, it was in front of his eyes

But he couldn’t see the LOVE

..Until that day..

when he was standing there

waiting for that gloomy bus

which would take him to the mortuary

where he toiled like a dog locked in some ceiling-less building

where he worked with the dead

where his sweat got mixed with the blood

..

blood of the unknown

blood of the rotten life-less-ness

that red blood which smelled like stale mustard sauce

and which turned blue on his white shirt

with blood blotches and blood stains

with livers, kidneys and intestines in his hands

with ashen eyes and dry mouth

he worked

..

..BUS-STAND,

never changed,

always stayed

the same

but still

LOVE had to happen

..

he remembered the first time

when he felt LOVE

..

he was in school

and waiting for the morning bus

to come and pick him up

and suddenly it had started to rain

..

he was wearing the white shirt..

all his life he worn white shirts

he never wore any other color

just those plain white shirts

he didn’t want the rain drops to spoil his spotless white shirt

he took shelter

BUS-STAND gave him the shelter

he stood there

waiting

for that early morning bus to come and pick him up

..

he waited and waited and waited

and it rained and rained and rained

..

he was the only one standing there

in the shed of the BUS-STAND

he smiled with the sky

the sky cried with the rain

that day was the day when he realized

that something out of ordinary had happened..

..

Part 2 – The END

That night

people saw someone

a naked man with blood blotches and bruises all over

some said he had a lot of white shirts in his hands

he was shouting something, almost screaming

some said he was crying and laughing at the same time

some said he had chopped all his fingers and

shaved all his hair from his body

someone saw him hanging his white shirts on the bus stand

he covered the bus stand from his shirts

he kept on wrapping it

till the time it became a big white thing

some said he stood on the roof of the bus stand and slept for sometime

someone saw him spilling petrol on the bus stand

some said he took out a matchbox

and lit it on fire

some said the sight was horrible to look at

a naked man jumping on the roof of a big white thing

in the milky moon light

white cloth started shining when the flames came out of white shirts

soon fire caught the naked man

some said by the morning

there were just ashes of

the white shirts

the bus stand

and

the naked man

some said he burned his love

to live again.

Signed

A (dot)