Let me thank you
My “A R T”
For hurting me on and off
I get lucky
In donning my inherence
My incoherence
My terrible torments
All those tortuous moments
On my lust-fractured
Age-wreckage littered countenance.
How I, filled to the brim
With avarice……….
Without paying heed
To soul’s advice
Long to belong
To someone who is
From a differently diffident
Heavenly “ mart”.
O! Thou Godly Glory
In your incense
I discover the royal essence
For I find cover
In your hurting me on & off
And then I know, I can doff
All claims tall
Of your heart
My dear “art”.
Let me thank you
For/in those momentary
Pleasure mart.
Time’s censure
Defining thronging
Climes banging
On the doors
Monochromatic
Bilingually thematic
Windows I pry open
To reign in
Renaissance driven pragmatic
Rendezvous
Your fragrance-filled
Feminine, Oh! So womanish
Aura replenish
Me with zest for life……..
Which struggles otherwise
Ceaselessly with strife…….
Composed on 24.07.2013