It was never a painful rain of blows, nor lethal enough to draw some blood. It hit me like a whiplash; its even more cruel because it leaves marks, right where they do not belong. But, as I reached the end, writhing and whimpering, I realized, what an ecstatic dance of irony it had been all this while.
Here’s a glimpse of those beatings:
Advice to Women:
Keep cats
If you want to learn to cope with
The otherness of lovers.
Otherness is not always neglect—
Cats return to their litter trays
When they need to.
Don’t cuss out of the window
At their enemies.
That stare of perpetual surprise
In those great green eyes
Will teach you to die alone.
Another Way to Die
Being eaten by maggots
Is fantasy
The real thing is
To touch the outlines
Of the hands, the hair
To find no body there
In a few hours
Or a few days
The bits reassemble
A breast flies back
A dull pain
Where the heart should be
An ache for a touch
Or a quarrel
For a while again
You are almost
Human.
Aesthetic distance from debris.
All I’ve learnt from pain
I always knew,
But could not do.
Now Playing:: Aaiye meherbaan...........................Asha
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