as the ignominy of the infernal love
consumed the best of my generation,
tearing away their flesh like some exclusive jigsaw,
their battered and tattered blotch of skin
seared by the irony of the fiery contagion
while the angel-headed potato hippies lie asleep
dreaming of some whimsical fantasy, contemplating
metal and rock, hip-hop, lurking underneath the
warm [break]
covers of drugs and x-rated god-knows-what’s,
naïve to the booming calls of the lebertine-
sweat here, sweat there,
broken jaws, blood trailing along the cracks of burning streets;
high and cloaked in the thick and flowing shawls of
insecurity and confusion - SMOKE!
puffs of drunken dreams staggering with the
air not knowing where to go -
faith on an unknown stranger; trust put on stake...
...long an impatient wait at the bus stand across the street
for a bus that’d come and take me home far away from
this wretched fish market where people are buying and
selling libido like muffins wrapped in gold and silver,
sprayed with roses and lavender;
making it all enticing and exciting that
everybody’d desire for a bite.
broken monuments crying for help; their screams
echoing up the lightning-struck towers and
spires crumpling into debris -
magma rising sky-high from the depths of her womb,
devouring motionless expressions that are nothing
but molten chocolate
evaporating into the evanescent
anything but euphoria
ever black exactitude exaggerated - avoidable; neglected
slogans of exuberant evenhanded solution fading
like our existence - exacerbated by the wrath of
the sun mercilessly shooting down daggers of
curses, impartial of the victims -
innocent and fine.
The poet is a recent A-Level graduate from Budhanilkantha School, who likes to paint words in the sky and make them shine.
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