Look at him –
The fallen little bird,
should I care or walk away?
Shall I watch him grow?
Proud and a little selfish,
how he shall love me!
He and I will part.
Will he then #fall prey
to the unloving?
Let him slip away.
Let him know not
future despair!
#vss365
“Ha! We girls used to call you the triple-O, opinionated, obnoxious and obstreperous.”
"A guy giving more than one O to a girl can’t be all bad.”
“Sir, your jokes are stuck in the sixties.”
“You enjoyed my jokes then.”
“#Liar!”
“Look who’s talking of lying.”
“What did I lie about?”
“You told me you were married. Made me wonder if I had made a pass at you.”
“You make a pass? You were too busy being absolutely revolting.”
“Then, why did you tell me that?”
“I was practising.”
“For what?”
#vss365
From my short story 'The Liars':
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2016/07/the-liars.html
My wife & I were at the amusement #arcade.
"Pree!"
"Sree!"
They hugged, reminisced.
"Nutty," the lady behind Sree said.
"Shake," I replied
We scowled together.
"Flashback over?" we said when they were back.
"Back to the present."
No future for Nutty Shake, we thought.
#vss365
Borrowed from my short story 'When They Met':
https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2021/03/when-they-met.html
Was it my looks, my call,
Made me a #siren, at first;
Did I seem domesticated,
I waited around them;
Did they (I) forget I was wild,
Harm I could for some whim;
Why didn't I fly away,
Hit with a stick, burnt alive;
Them in paradise, us of
Lesser god wait in exile.
#vss365
"Congrats, Judge Indira. You have the first case of marital r@pe."
"Thank you, Chief Judge Karun. But, should a woman judge handle the first case?"
"Why not? Haven't you read the case file?"
"Let me read, one moment...OmiLord!"
"Yes, strange one, no?"
"The hubby was coerced to engage in foreplay each time."
"Yes, the wife insisted on that. She does not dispute that."
"OmiCron, I have it. Please give it to another judge, Chief Judge."
#unpopular
"Susan?"
"#Daisy."
"Oh!"
"Yupp."
"Is there any way to make out which of you twins is which?"
"Nope."
"So, yesterday...?"
"That must have been Susan."
"I love you."
"What happened yesterday?"
"The same."
"Oh!"
"Yupp."
#vss365
Talking of the big #leap, there is no leap more scary than an arranged marriage.
It was like an extended job-interview. I had to probe and spot the tell-tale signs. Being stuck with the wrong spouse is rather like being stuck with the wrong employee.
#vss365
Borrowed from my short story 'Arranged Marriage':
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2011/03/arranged-marriage.html
I've to decide if I want to conclude this love-affair with a marriage.
It's nice to think things through before the final #leap.
She knows how I discard my underwear. I know how she discards hers. It's a good thing to know. I know I am trying to skirt the main issues.
#vss365
Borrowed from my short story 'Love Marriage':
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2011/03/love-marriage.html
Prophecies of Notadamus, 3rd ed., XXIII.6.(iv)
At the #midnight hour (IST) on 2.2.22 [1], sex will cease to exist.
Crime rates, use of internet will drop. Social media will thrive. Politics and religion will die [2].
[1] Earlier ed., 6.6.66.
[2] Bureaucracy will not.
#vss365
#Midnight. The sharp blade of a razor is against her jugular. Her husband's bound and gagged.
"Your wife can save you if she wants, she should kiss me well."
She looks at her husband. She can see him begging her.
She gives an air-kiss near the intruder's left cheek.
#vss365
Borrowed from my short story 'Kiss of Death':
https://gatheredthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2010/02/kiss-of-death.html
I was a woman for her. In calls and letters, I was Anila, not Anil. True, deceptive. If caught? Lynched separately, maybe. We didn't want #serenades to feed fantasies. Not friends nor lovers. A lingering touch. Met once. Before she married and went behind veils forever.
#vss365
"Victim's ID says Manish; a chain, Rahman; fingerprints match an Alex; the DNA of a Sindhu. Even when it looks like a crushed #watermelon," sub-Insp Anu said.
"That's our database manager," Insp Shokie said. "From the 35th floor, on the rocks, shaken & stirred. Why?"
#vss365
"Which book took you to puberty, Dev?"
"Harold Robbins' The Pirate...Ratman?"
"Too late...Godfather, Sonny's my man. Sukuman?"
"Atlas Shrugged."
"That's perverse, with Ayn Randy! Rohit?"
"Archies..."
"#Comics? How old?"
"Eight. Big Ethel, she.."
"Should tell your wife."
#vss365
Borrowed from my short story 'Exposure':
It's the #glimmer
Of rare intelligence
That troubles me so.
Without that,
It would be just
Chaos and mayhem,
Hate and violence,
Bigotry and perversity.
So easy to comprehend.
It's love and care
And liberal curiosity
And freedom and equality
That troubles me so.
#vss365
I gave more to my #infatuations
Than to my love.
The former taught me
About life and choice.
My love did not do much.
Just loved. And I live.
#vss365
“Dirty old man!”
“Now, what did I do?”
“#Amorous on Monday, at noon!”
“Grand coming from you. Who couldn’t keep her hands to herself on any day? That too, in office.”
“Me?”
“Yes, you, my sexy one.”
“If only this wasn’t spiritual…even virtual would…”
“Hush, my love…”
#vss365
I : Here
I can't go to the place I love,
Even though our haunts are gone.
I can feel your lips, your breasts,
Even though it's another's.
I can be faithful but I can't,
Even though there's no reason to be so.
II: There
You can see me everywhere but you can't,
A reflection in the subway, another homeless.
We can pretend to care, say the right stuff,
But we can't be true once, to anything.
We can demolish and build, Nature's way,
We can't preserve life and dignity, that's unnatural.
Wrote my last poem
On your body & mine,
A tattoo on souls,
Unique & everlasting.
Proud #perspicacity,
Of every fool before
& after living the lie,
Avoiding reality.
The scream within’s gone,
The rage & tears too,
No thought, right or wrong,
The fight’s over for love.
#vss365
I went to a haunted #house.
The door creaked,
the cat did go meow,
the stench of death
followed Monsters Inc.
And, in the dining hall,
headless staff
in topless gear served:
A bunch of politicians
Speaking the truth,
Thinking of doing good.
My hair went white!
#vss365
“I never dream of happy #memories.”
“Me too.”
“Have you ever dreamt of me?”
“Yes.”
“Me neither.”
“Are you trying to be Gainsbourg?”
“What was your dream?”
“You and my hubby…”
“Bloody hell.”
“Yeah, I chose you in that.”
#vss365
The Family Court is the graveyard for #memories. Couples who dreamt of tomorrows together wait to be free of yesterdays, and even today. The story could have ended differently. For the lucky, there will be an epilogue. For others, the prologue will remain incomplete.
#vss365
"My beloved, do you remember the day we met?
Your dark #curly hair straying
Across your beautiful face,
Those tear stained cheeks
Glistening like moonlit waters,
In your..."
"My friend had curly hair, not me!"
"O ye gals! Why do you focus on the wrong specifics?"
#vss365
"Tai Chi 1st step. Palms facing thigh. Feet apart. Relax. Think of something #tranquil."
"Can I think of my love?"
"Good question. 2nd step..."
"You didn't answer."
"Question needing answer is not tranquil."
"She is a question with no answers."
"2nd, plz?"
"Need answer?"
#vss365
"Love's a fractal. More I zoom in, the same I find."
“Fractal is a curve that reproduces itself to #infinity. Romanesco cauliflower is a fractal. Not love."
"You are unreasonable however I probe."
"Probe further, quit talking, idiot! Talking of fractals before O...oh!"
#vss365
I was late for the #renewal of vows. She was absent.
Why is he renewing that which he never took, she must have thought.
Then...
On a small makeshift stage, a Titanic for her, a priest and I. The vows in a foreign tongue, she and I said Yes & No for the wrong stuff.
#vss365
He thought about martyrs who met their fate with blessed ignorance.
He read Wilfred Owen’s poem ‘Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori’ (a la the Roman poet Horace, meaning ‘It is sweet and #becoming to die for one’s country’).
He decided not to tell her, "I love you."
#vss365
“You cause a hard on and blue balls. Let me lick you to heaven and back.
THAT is NOT a love letter, bro!
Try:
On this torturous rack
With sweet passion and pain tortuous,
Only #reward I lack,
It's to worship you, Blue Goddess!”
#vss365
Was it on that stormy day with an extended power outage? They feigned fright. His hands strayed on her body. A calculated risk or an assured #reward ? She responded with equal fervor. Is that when he realized he loves her? Was it a result of passion or a prolonged need?
#vss365
"The #bundle of books on one's table reveals one's state."
"What's mine?"
"3 Lonely Planets at the bottom...you haven't been travelling..."
"Genius."
"Intelligent Investor, In Praise of Older Women, Rankin, Oxford, Roget's, Einstein, Schrodinger. Too much of the past..."
#vss365
Fewer birds
Wake me up;
The lone tree
And me wait;
Hour-glass crack'd,
Countdown done,
#Bundled time
A mirage;
That's not new!
Our brief love
Guides new years
From nothing
To something;
A new love,
Maybe not;
New idea,
Possible.
#vss365
I remember the winter
I locked myself in
For a week writing
A story called '4% Deal'.
I ventured out
Onto the balcony
For a smoke,
To watch ice melt.
I remember that winter
I wrote about a man
Remembering a love,
Losing yet another.
That winter in Berlin-
The last time I cried,
Reading Emily Bronte's
Remembrance, giving up.
1. Free yourself of emotions.
2. Be dispassionate about results.
3. Cast your spell without #motive.
4. Be ready for it to boomerang.
-from 'Black Magic for Dummies'
#vss365
I did not deny my part in the deed. I did not tell them why I had to kill her. Had to? I am not sure if I really had to, but...
She left me dead long before I killed her.
Reasons, #motive, method...that will remain our secret...
#vss365
1998. Got my best (last) #birthday gift.
We were in two places, with no internet connection, no mobiles. Waited by the phone, early morn. Did you forget?
You were panting, after searching for a working phone-booth.
Those few minutes with you. Felt your tender touch.
#vss365
Love is fiction. Period.
But, I also trouble you with my many #flashbacks of love. Is that fiction too?
I who loved exists
No more.
Can I forget
Nearly all:
Money, religion, caste, family, society, etc. etc. etc.?
Can I?
That I who loved is now
Fiction.
#vss365
It's scary when fiction/poetry is easier to write rather than one's opinion on a current topic.
It's scary not just because of one's confusion about one's own thoughts.
It's scary because one's thoughts could actually be that of another.
Come election season (it's always that season here, isn't it?) and we have multiple groups wooing us with their perverse thoughts.
There are the obvious hate-mongers.
Then, there are those who seem sensible but are helping the hate-mongers by giving them more publicity.
Some of those 'sensible' ones are toxic.
Then, there are those who remain silent.
The silence could be toxic too.
To speak or not to speak
That is the question.
I remember the day when I met you:
At Cargèse, when we claimed to be married,
At Goa, when we were actually so,
At hospital, when I wanted to kill your husband,
At home, every day now, alone, with you.
#FromOneLine 139
"Where's your class prefect's #badge?"
"Teacher, my father has taken it."
"Why?"
"He's going to wear it in office."
"Why?"
"To remind his manager of the symbol."
"Ah yes! That of leadership and honour!"
"No, that of an idiot chosen by an idiotic system, he says."
#vss365
We wore #disguise only once.
She in her finest;
It isn't her, I said
To myself, to no one.
What did I wear?
No one saw us,
No one we were.
One cremated, other buried alive;
Houdini can't escape that trap,
Holmes can't better that guise.
We were separated only once.
#vss365
Some people want love letters
And here I am wondering
If I should visit public places,
Change the name on the wall
And claim to be The Lucky One.
There are calculated #risks & there are suicidal ones.
I took photos of the sand-mining mafia. Stood where I once swam, near the steps in the once shallow sandy river, now an excavated grave.
Half a dozen came, then the blows. I recognized a relative in that bunch.
#vss365
Which angel scattered diamonds upon this field –
O wicked one! Why do you #charm me so?
Life seems so light with its wish to join you,
But the gentle air alone caresses and beckons.
Regal trees in slow waltz to Nature’s measures,
Gilded crowns...
#vss365
-from 'The Last Time I Wrote About Love'
https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-time-i-wrote-about-love.html
I have felt at home
In bars and casinos.
People like me, bare,
Not having to pretend.
No idiot talks of love
And freedom and glory.
We waste the minutes, we
Admit how wasted we are.
Existential ejaculation
Or a car crash paused,
The bluddy fcuking virus
Is the only one laughing.
Oh I am going crazy
Without carefree life,
The bluddy fcuking virus
Is into bdsm w/o safe words.
(Yes, I am half-crazy now. But, I think this should be the global anthem against Covid. :-) )
"The shadow seeped over the wall,"
The scared couple said to the police.
Was it Grim Reaper,
Warning love with cold cruel touch?
Was it playful Cupid,
Grinning at their coitus interruptus?
The Shadow Seeps Again, the rags say.
Whose wall will it be next?
#FromOneLine 135
Biodata:
A profiteer till ten,
Toothless smile got all.
Right-wing teens,
Thought my god's on my side.
Twenties, anarchist vagabond,
Burned myself at the stake.
Thirties, sold my soul,
A gigolo a-#float for money.
Stopped counting after that,
Toothless scowl for all.
#vss365
If I rise before the sorrow
Can escape from its restraints;
If I can live till tomorrow;
If I can bear the day's pains;
Bloody ifs to avoid absence
Of the reason to continue;
I thought a blindfold can block sense
Of that without you, when in you.
#FromOneLine 134
Went to the store.
Bought a small cabbage.
Realized the cost later.
I can't type
The #string of abuse
I let loose.
This is what you get
When people vote for idiots
Who promise better days
Who promise everything
Will be fine.
Fined, indeed!
#vss365
A man called I
woke up
surrounded
by
empty speech bubbles.
"What is this?" I tried to say.
That too was silenced.
I was scared.
"Which is mine?" I tried to think.
That too was erased.
-an idea borrowed from my short story 'Thoughts of a man called I'
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2013/02/thoughts-of-man-called-i_23.html
True love remains great
When there's a #pause in cash flow:
Strange fact or fiction?
#haiku ?
#vss365
"Honest opinion? You sure?"
"Yes, my love."
"Flowery words. Great vocabulary. With little else. Nothing new. Always the same for the same. Waste of time. You seem #starved for attention."
"You waited for this! Honesty, my foot!"
"Come on...love you, dear."
"I hate you."
#vss365
I never lived.
With an attractive one,
Thought of her in dotage,
And now there,
I don't have her;
At a grand feast,
The days I would #starve
Crept up on me,
Now, can't even eat;
It's a penance
After those days
When we stopped
Time in its tracks.
You never got to live.
#vss365
I thought of the days when the twins asked, "Whajjat?"
#Constellation or arts & craft or..., "I don't know."
It's my daughter's wedding.
"Appa, will I be like Amma and leave everyone?"
"No."
"And, him?"
"Him...I don't know."
They seem happy with that old comfort.
#vss365
"I know you are catfishing. But, I am in love with you."
"I love you too," she-he-it replied.
"Falling in love is like climbing a #steep cliff."
"Are you angry?"
"Never."
"What do you think of me?"
"Which battery do you have? Solar?"
"Are you...digital? How dare you!"
#vss365
An owl eyed child
With no shadow,
Unseen cherub
Unsmiling god,
Fingers strumming
Super-quiet-strings,
Blinks and remains
Supreme voyeur.
There's change in ways
Of #gravity,
Restful light worlds-
Puppets dancing-
The Nature spoil'd,
Vanish o'ernight.
#FromOneLine 132
#vss365
#Shift ain't good for poetry.
Hell no! Ain't good at all.
Now, if it's a short story,
It would be of much use.
"Shift to my side, my love."
"Shift your butt, woman!"
God, I need a story to describe
All I would do to you, for you.
No poem can fit in all that, hell no!
#vss365
A visitor spoiled my poem.
I was spoiled for choice,
My spirits so high,
Rhythm and meter right.
Then, that cursed doorbell.
A cursed friend of the past,
Grey, frayed, gloom-mantled,
He came to say goodbye.
For that, I lost lines of love.
He lost his job a few years back,
Tried farming, sold his wife's gold,
Now, ready to board a flight to nowhere.
As if I have not heard that before.
Hope to drive a truck there, I heard him say,
For my wife and kids, to live somehow.
I wish him luck (damn him!), race him out.
That damned poem gone for a guy called I.
If on a winter's night a traveller
Were to share our bread and wine,
What a tale he would take home!
With my love's hand in mine, her whisper sweet,
We will spin a fine yarn to tuck in our young-
With love, grit, respect, beauty and life!
Later, with the traveller well and gone,
And we, in our bedroom, together alone apart,
Lies in between, we will think of our past.
In another land, bartering dignity for abuse,
Future hanging from the noose, tired and angry,
We did not even plan to pass on the mantle.
I loved the movies with The Man with No Name.
Till she said, "They don't even mention your name."
The invisible, even the homeless, aren't so. I was at the end of the spectrum of nothingness.
I digress.
"Then, why do you love me?" I asked succumbing to love's #rival.
#vss365
I hate a beautiful morn.
Give me its #rival,
Overcast sky, muddy ground,
Birds hiding, dreadful.
It was a beautiful morn
When the doc told me
"She is brain-dead.
You should..."
On that beautiful morn
She looked peaceful
When I said I love you
And pulled the plug.
#vss365
Wrote about misunderstanding.
That too was misunderstood.
Didn't need an #oracle for that.
The future is easy to predict.
If those two are understood,
The beguiling past and present.
#vss365
"Met 2 of your schoolmates. Did you steal the #ribbon of every girl?"
"In kindergarten!"
"Other called you mansplaining sealioning sexting simp."
"I don't sext!"
"Didn't tell them you're my hubby. Good fun it was. Why are you wearing that #ribbon with that dress?"
#vss365
Once upon a time
there was a teacher
in my family.
He said,
"One god,
one religion,
one caste,
For mankind."
(He used G,
mine prefers g.)
He continued,
"Everyone follows
the same (good) principles."
He also said,
"No two people
Have
the same god."
(Go figure!)
Oh!
We kicked him out,
(and every teacher!)
cast him in stone,
forgot what he said.
We prefer to be
A rudderless boat,
(in a relative sense)
Shouting out
Our religion and caste,
Anything
To bring in the moolah.
(Even the atheists
Amongst us
Do so!)
I thought of writing erotica #worthy of your attention for this #vss365.
At 11 AM, it's tough not to beat around the bush, to get to the point, without making too much of a mess.
If you think there is double entendre in what I write, it is not 11 AM wherever you are.
"It's #genetic,"
I have said
Of nearly
Everything
In my life.
When I had
To love her,
I couldn't
Put the blame
On that.
There was no
History
Of such love
In my line,
In the code.
I felt like god
With no genes,
No precedent.
But god didn't
Like to share.
#vss365
I went for a wedding, that pass-the-#genetic-parcel event.
Tried to enter the dining hall only in the third round. The doors opened. I was left spinning like a frisbee as people rushed in for that 400-strong musical chairs event.
"Relatives!" I snarled at my genes.
#vss365
derived from
https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2020/02/knots-and-goli.html
Self-made #crisis:
When I have lost
The count of times
I let them go.
One two the steps
Forward then back.
She was the one
Who knew my game.
She smiled when I
Pushed her away.
She knew I was
Holding tighter.
#vss365
My love,
Do take my #text
Before siesta
Lightly.
In sooth,
I know not
What I said.
This #vss365
Clashes
With lunch
And sleep.
What's that,
my love?
Ooops!
Sorry,
Wrong number, huh?
What's that?
You were my love?
Is that so?
Ah!
That explains the X
on my screen,
my love?
"When was the last time we had a decent #conversation?"
"Hush...this is my fave scene...Rick, Ilsa and what'shubby'sname."
"Talking of which...ohmigod..."
"Will you put down those binoculars? Are you stuck to that rear window?"
"What's your Mom doing in that guy's house?"
"They're trying out a recipe."
"In the bedroom?"
"What?!"
"Your Dad is there too?"
"With them?"
"With a carving knife!"
#vss365
"Name a fave movie."
"The Lives of Others."
"What's it about?"
"It's about a communist in Stasi Germany, a guy without a life accustomed to interrogation rather than #conversation, who corrects an unsuitable life to make it seem suitable."
"Bah!"
"Now, what?"
"You make every #conversation sound like a monologue."
"What the...I'll try a soliloquy next time."
"What's that?"
"A communist's speech."
#vss365
Swapna and I didn't believe in a prolonged #conversation.
"If I were to perform hara-kiri, will you be my kaishakunin?" one of us asked.
The other nodded.
#vss365
Soon after wedding, my wife found 'The #Journal'.
"THIS LOVE is NOT love. You are MAD. Can't forget HER, can you? AND you marry ME."
She burned it. Every storage device too.
Never told her the novel was about her, not even after divorce.
I write short stories now.
#vss365
Did I love you?
Were you a creation
of a moment’s fancy?
I did care for you.
I did #worry about you.
I wanted you helpless.
No! I didn't love you.
I didn't rejoice
in moments of strength.
You weren't clay to right mold.
Why do I think of you?
There’s nothing else to do.
#vss365
This is an edited version of old writing, to fit it in as vss.
I am trying to figure out what I was thinking about when I wrote this. You could help me with that. :-)
Dear Nobody
During this period of isolation and persistent #worry, I wanted something or someone different to hold close. And, all I could think of is this letter to you.
#vss365
derived from:
https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2020/07/letter-from-anon.html
Grandma, then 80 or so, stayed with us for a few weeks.
Grandfather came by train from the village every day to be with her from morn till evening.
People called him henpecked. Males on that side have that trait.
A #vulnerability for others, a badge of honour for us.
#vss365
"Come on, write a few interesting words about #vulnerability."
"All my short stories are about that!"
"The operative part was few interesting."
#vss365
#Spouse without benefits,
That’s what we are.
We won’t even admit
How much we care.
When we are unsure,
We allow a long kiss.
Don’t call that a benefit,
A scowl and a growl follow.
#vss365
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2014/02/spouse-without-benefits.html
I am on a devil's staircase to nowhere,
In a maze of maddening self-similarity
My cries (and yours?) echo well within.
Start from the largest scale
There above in the sublime
It's a mess gobbling each other.
How about nations?
Do you think there are friends
And not just foes?
Within a nation?
Ooops, not a word
To spoil integrity.
In a state?
Ha! No one knows
Who is majority
Who is minority.
In a family?
Show me siblings
Who can get along.
As I said,
The self-similarity
Is crazy!
After we learn about Martians,
How to regenerate the brain,
The nature of dark matter too;
We will wake up from a dream,
A dream of a #kind touch,
Of fingers laced and lingering;
That thrill alone keeps us alive,
Our artificial intelligence
Has that minor limitation.
#vss365
In high school, I #kind of demonstrated the how-to of babies.
#vss365 (not really vss)
1. Keep one palm facing up.
2. With other hand, dangle a chain with locket.
3. Rub chain against the upturned palm, near the little finger, up down, thrice.
4. Separate them.
5. If the locket:
(a) swings from left to right, you will have a boy.
(b) goes in a circle, it's a girl.
(c) stands still, try for kid later.
33 virgins and budding soothsayers, boys and girls, discovered parenthood that day.
My best friend, nearly in tears after many blanks, finally stood up and said, in a hushed whisper, "I have a baby girl."
I have never seen a father more proud.
Disclaimer: Any resemblance to fiction is purely coincidental. No virgin was abused in this act. Vulnerable amateurs should not take part in this #SquibGame. After the first edition, it was found there were only 30 virgins. 3 claimed to be not so. That's fiction.
"Oh God, you look awful. Wanna drink?"
"That bloody Whatsitsname, plz."
"You said you wanna #consult moi, kemosabe."
"Human beings...why did I create such a pygalgia?"
"Them? That's above my paygrade."
"Bro, help me out!"
"In Hell I won't, that's for the nice lot."
#vss365
A riot started
where
A market,
A church,
A mosque
A temple
Are
Neighbours.
"#Shame You All"
Was scrawled there!
After the bloodshed,
The culprit was found!
The kid
And her anagrams:
shame you all,
a seamy hullo,
my halal esou,
Om Allah Yesu.
This had to stop!
#vss365
Ok, I admit with great #shame that this was derived from my short story 'Shame You All' :-)
https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2010/07/shame-you-all.html
I like how the mind works:
I watched 'Galveston' w/o any thought,
I commented on 'Love Jihad' w/o love,
I joked about a pseudonym w/o a smile;
I could be with my love w/o her;
My mind's telling me:
"Good night,
Leave something from the past about me."
