Sounds of happiness
I switch my phone off
And turn on the other side
And keep listening
To the sounds of happiness
On the rooftop
As if trying to believe for a while
That everything is all right
When you walk in
Wearing only your smell
Underneath that raincoat
And you’re sprouting nipples
Loves me more than you do
Which the raincoat knows better
Than the rain outside
on the edge
I feel so lucky to have a friend like you who never thinks twice before badmouthing. i go into a semi crouch of a boxer then relax taking a deep breath then go back to my beer or a book or a piece of blank paper or a mirror and stand stark naked.
After the story there remains another
I was in the Burning Ghats
and found that
you can still burn happily
in the funeral pyre real cheap.
A story of life still ends
in the price of a regular novel.
All these time my friend was lying down
enjoying this hilarious play
which was unfolding slowly.
One of his sons took a lot of pain
to be present in the last rites.
The other one got stuck in office work
or might have gone marketing with his wife.
Which I forgot to ask
The priest was helping him to
light up the jute stalks held in a bundle
No … no…you have to complete another round
rounds around the body in a circle is not complete yet.
After much irritation and impatience
and after completion of the last round
the moment he brought those
stalks in flame near the dead man’s face
to touch it 3 times as per the guidance of the priest
I saw a sudden tremor
in the dead man’s body.
The lips of my dead friend
almost danced and dashed
towards the flaming stalks.
It has been so long I was waiting
for this warmth in my body.
It must be another trick of my fucking blind eye
It has almost made a regular mad practice now
to see the bizarre.
There must be a rainbow somewhere
It was a sunlit four o clock afternoon
and it started raining.
We have a saying in this part of the world
when it rains like this
it is time for the dog and the fox
Before I could tell her that
she came near the window and said
there must be a rainbow up there somewhere.
But we failed to find it
from my lone downtown window.
So I came back to my coffee machine
to check if there is still some coffee left.
Wondering all the time about that marriage
of the dog and the fox.
Afternoon sex was good.
Now she has to go back home
to her family again.
And it’s getting late because
of this beautiful rain outside.