Styrofoam Heart

Water springs and muddles my parabolic heats, slows it darts out a wry

In the vacuum flask, still last night coffee, settles hot

Nights caressed me, without a care

Afternoon too, dried up like a raisin’s skin, while my evening drummed voids

Down the hills, still my river flows and wets my scars, and slowly in my ears, you said “its puss”

Purpose barks for externalism, and my soul cries no

perfidy for a betrayed; you

Views sweeps its broom, and your meanness emanates like a maggots of human remains

Still, I breathe and think

From the broken walls; from where once you whispered, you cared

O` pretty, and days later, you put me to flames

O` slut , dance with me in flames and please dissolves away my pain

I no more long for what`s underneath your farthingales frails, trust me

Debacle and delivered

In quiet grasp, I don’t lust

Let my bed be brazen at night

Still, finger tries your define you, over the folds of bed sheet

In my envisage, I burn your portrait your every night, till my tears dries up

Centuries of prejudice, of women betrayal, still votes up high

Why  now I cry for chastity, while I float over my own debauchery

-          Roop K.Nath

16^th Dec 2017