WORD GAME

1.

So
You will play a game?
And I shall be
Your board
Rub your fingers
Against my wall
Steer, jostle through
My naivety
And I shall shock
You with
Utter blasphemy.


2.
We will curtain
The room and ignite
Floral sticks
Which would drip
Fragrances in air
The smoke would water
Our eyes
And bodies would
Machine
In a mild catatonia
Where hearts
Must conjoin.






3.
My predilections about you
Are strongly positive
Trust me.
Give me your skeletal
Palms and
I shall embalm them
With my fiery passion.
Don’t be baffled if
Hands morph into weapons
The axe
That will chisel
You as my religion
And then it would
Inaugurate
Sonnet and epics of
Desire.

Thoughts- all watery
On paper
And lives
Tangling like
Medusa’s snaky hair.


4.
I hate your “caustic”
Correctness.
Your subtle, admirable words
Which come perfumed
In righteous brand.
I am not always perfect
As you already assume
But my loop holes
Are my boons
Because they always fuel
The verses
That I dedicate to you.

5.
I was infected by love aversion
Since time immemorial
And the plague is still
On in the body
Which veers out
Like phlegm convulsing
In patches of
Distraction.

But look at you!
You uncouth lover.
You dashed in like a volta
To the creation of grief
And spun your
Magical knit
All over me.
I am pulsing like
A throbbing heart
Under surgeon’s scrapple

6.

WAIT!

Now what are
You ogling at?

Let me clasp you
And end this stanza
With grease and wishes
Sex and fire

The whole of night
Tenderly oiled
With yours and mine:
Desire.



7.
Unconsciously
I have finished
All the games with you
Just through instruments
Of poetic imaginations
I have made love to you
In the open valleys of Kashmir
And braved the bullets
That boomerang in hills.
I have seen you
Scuttle in sheets
As you scavenge
Over last inches
Of satisfaction.

My mind reeks of lethargy
And fingers warble with
Words.

But you are still
Sleeping
Somewhere in isolation
Of cries.
Come here
Don’t move around
You are perfectly fine
And so was this verse
Which spiritually
Locked you
In the armor of
Words.