Experimental

He said "Wait!!"

Said, Yes may be I'll like it beside those hills
at dusk

Said, we'll take a tram, or may be
I'll walk with you

Said, not bad, do they have pinkish white arms? The Irani girls?

Said, Oh you scold people by the roadside! very preachy of you

and then,
Said, never mind,
all that was an experiment
that left a little
headache.

I couldn't say anymore.

It sounded like an iron boot,

The sound of a boot with
cold iron heels

thrust against all the tender grass,

that grew,
lovingly
beside my shadowy avenues

(this was written on 13th feb 2008)

His Majesty

He doesn't talk to me.
I feel a little restless;
and insecure.
He doesn't like me, or care
I know
and I guess,
I don't feel any pain,
anymore.
after all these days
of love
and war,
I don't know if I do.