These two pieces were written two years before I got married. Bad poetry borne out of bad moods!
Heart
Broken
Dying
embers
of
a super nova
that
cracked up
a
billion years ago
do
not warm up
the
cold loneliness
of
my nights
and
the sun
never
rises
in
the empire
of
my heart
after
i realised
that
the experts
have
written the program
with
my blood
and
without you…
Bachelor
Musings
The
future is not bleak
somewhere
there
an
unlucky girl
with
music and grace
may
be a pleasant face
(what’s
your problem- she’s
trained
in domestic ways)
will
become my wife
we
shall lead a dull life
and
make duller babies
who’d
lead better lives
‘cause
they won’t know the difference.
