I curl up … lying awake on bed…
Legs feeling each other.
I constantly rub my forearms to get rid of the Goosebumps..
Its Febuary, but its not a chilly winter of Delhi.
Still I feel a rush within.
A secretion which isn’t sexual.
That’s everyday midnight ritual. !
I feel drained as if someone sucks me off…
I don’t find the nail marks neither the claws
But Blood licks.
I hear no applauses for my performance anymore
I see someone sitting there, among the 1000 red lustrous empty chair .
The empty auditorium should reverberate with one applause..
Aah !
Someone pulls the curtain in Plethora
Behind that transparent red silk curtain.
Someone waits for me .. anticipating the performance to be Last.
But I Go on …
Time again, like the old pendulum running the same marathon
Tick Tok Tick Tok.. !
And ‘You’ …
Sit there aware of the road I travel daily ..
Smirking at my Ignorance of other routes
I second your thought ..
Umm “I use too second it” 2 second before..
No its not cheating.. Enlightenment happens overnight.
And as I said it’s almost midnight.
So I have converted my mind…
I don’t reckon the same about me anymore..
I am altering the path and
There are no “YOU TURNS”
I hear you simper.. continue..
This isn’t just another noetic masturbation.