Friday, March 12, 2010

I

This noon he said a silly thing to me:
You are done. You are done as a charmer.
The woman in me slapped his guts,
The bitch in me squirmed harder.

And then he said it again:
You are done. You are done as a charmer.
The woman in me buried her shame in the pillow,
The bitch in me gave a breathless grunt.

Sometime later he said it again:
You are done. You are done as a charmer.
The woman in me felt delightfully liberated,
The bitch in me greedily begged for more.

In the evening the woman and the bitch in me
Became I. While the woman reclined to write a dirge
For the love affair, the bitch remained by her side
To remind her of an auld forgotten banquet!


Now Playing:: Aakhon se jo utri hai dil mein...............Asha

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

You are a fine writer. Appreciation or brickbats shouldn't deter you from scribling more, more and MORE.

By the way, your book reviewing is pretty decent, you should try doing more of it.

Anonymous said...

*scribbling

Whenever, I goof up I always find comfort in this: there's many a slip between the cup and the lip!

God bless the guy who phrased it. ;)

Deepika said...

and God bless you for putting it out here :)

cheers!

Abhishek said...

liked eveything dat d bitch did, in d poem of course ;)