My poetry is not for foreplay. It's for after sex.
My poetry is not for foreplay. It's for after sex. When you'll light the Marlboro and move to your side of the bed, my poems will be the breath of fresh air in a room filled with smoke. But do not underestimate me. My poems won't be sweet, gentle or mellow. They will be brazen, brutal and bold. I will present them on a sharply-edged knife. The blood on the knife will be hot. Fresh from the wounds I don't allow to heal. You will take a drag from Marlboro - but served with my sinful words - you will feel as if you've snorted cocaine. You will not get high, though. You will see the world in a different light. Murky lanes leading to posh hotels, board rooms and high-rise apartment buildings. In one of those aesthetically decorated rooms, you will see a man f*****g someone's life just for a little pleasure. You will see him getting hard on someone's misery. A woman pleasuring herself while watching a wrecked home that she takes all credit for. To watch
Their numbers are increasing. But yes, single parents have a tougher job considering they have dual roles to play. Good one, Saru! As always!
ReplyDeleteVery tough. And I respect them for it.
DeleteParenting is a challenging job; having to do it alone is so very sad.
ReplyDeleteTrue that!
DeleteVery True
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DeleteSaru this is so beautiful. In just a few words you say so much. Love it. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Seena.
DeleteTrue...
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DeleteBeing a single parent, I know, what it takes to be one :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, like always.
Respect!
DeleteAnd, I am sorry link to your blog is infected. Please check, so I can read your work.
Few words expressing so much, Nice one
ReplyDeleteThanks Upasna.
DeleteVery touching. Everything you write is so poetic yet so potent.
ReplyDeleteThanks Raj!
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