The day he lost his job,
She fought with her boss.
At home, he said something,
She too said something.
Years later,
They laughed
Over those somethings.
Or
They forgot about those.
Or
They used those with others.
Or
They let it fester on its own.
If
They were together
Or
Not.
Love
Equals
Indifference
Minus
Random Events
(Good
Or
Bad
To
One
Or
Both).
I met an ex.
Bitterly I stabbed:
"Happy with HIM?
Does HE do cnuninlingus
As well as I did,
right after breakfast,
For that kick start to a day?"
I felt love too:
"I still have Chikoo,
remember our stuffed toy?
I touch him to touch you."
If I had said all that,
you would have replied,
"When did I become not dead to you?"
We just walked by.
I smiled at the lady saying FU on her phone,
My ex nodded at the guy with a Maserati.
This world is full of phallci symbols and ghosts.
The best part of writing:
when a reader takes my love poem
as hate speech.
O my baby has life!
When everyone ignores,
that's fine. When there are likes
And not one word of dissent
Especially from a mate;
I feel like an influencer
with a cult, too stupid
not to disband the lot.
When I'm nice, I hate by the hour.
Guys hiding behind beards for breakfast,
Lasses with lovely lips in chaste locks later,
Sandlewood paste, thread, lower, upper, caste, class,
Anything goes. I don't need news. I hate
The virtuous too, give me a pimp any day.
I am not a fan of that four-letter-L-word.
That's like placing a bet at roulette.
Single number, column, black or red, fixed?
I need info. I need returns. Hate is easier.
I have a friend of mixed breed.
It likes its Aryan roots.
O how friendly they are!
It hates its Negroid roots.
Narrow-minded creeps they are!
I am narrow-minded, I know.
I am not friendly, I know.
How many wars have we fought?
Did you take me as refugee?
I did not see my puppy eyes
On the front page, anywhere.
Not my obituary either.
I am sorry
to say
your love poems
and stories
do not interest me
because
your love is
not original
it is just a repetition
of what we were taught
of what we think
as love.
Do not trouble me
till you can think
till you can
love.
i mailed a love.
she replied:
“meet a shrink.”
i met a shrink.
he told me:
“you need love.”
i realized then.
the big lie:
“love’s mental.”
(title: do you need an emoji to understand love?)
Love marriage is easy
(if you have met the half-good person)
You have shared the same toilet
You know which drawer has the cash
You know how the knickers (his or hers) fall.
Arranged marriage is tough
(if you meet the half-bad person)
You get one look at the toilet, if you are lucky
You have to believe in love and trust (and cash?)
You don't even know if there are knickers to fall.
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I hate love poems
All that crap stuff, missing et al.
When she left
I did not cry I did not
I don't remember
When I ripped her bra
How she laughed
Do I remember
Her head against me
I hate all that
All that crap stuff, missing et al.
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Concise trans. (modified):
"Encourage building of educational institutions (if you must have temples, keep it small). We are one, with no restrictions on mingling. Look in the mirror. If you see darkness, there is no point in praying."
-Sree Narayana Guru, 1856-1928
i have a problem
with poets & writers
who call themselves
poets & writers.
it’s just
another job.
it ain’t.
How many wars have we fought,
Not for a cause (just or not),
Envious of a friend's gain,
Destroying (for nought or pain)?
i thought we would climb
(when our love merged all seasons)
these steps together.
#haiku ?
when did i stop
writing love poems?
was it a few years
after you left?
or when they accused
i would not let you go?
did i find a loophole
in your case against me?
how do i convince
myself i did not kill you?
A kid next door
Shouts with glee,
"I got 20 out of 20."
The parents, grandparents,
Even neighbours, kiss, hug,
Wish her "good luck".
When will they tell her
To be a mother, a wife.
"Enough is enough."
Will she decide
Not to have a girl child
Who gets 20 out of 20?
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