Mumbai
| January 27th, 2009She greets me grimly,
With a smile robbed of warmth and love.
She lives just around the corner,
Next to the old lady.
The one who looks secretly,
From under the magically changing veil.
From green to brown to green again.
She lies there with her discrete invitation,
Lips laced with plastic pink,
Curling into a meaningless smile,
And her body is drunk in a vile scent.
Deaf to the word sorcerers’ cautions,
I crawl to her blindly,
Carrying a bag full of despair and lust.
Running like a mad child on dark smooth lanes.
To lie in her poisoned arms,
And think of someone else,
As I make unwearied love to her pain every night.
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