Its been a while we talked
What else the fuck do you think it is?
I don’t know who fucked your mom or
Who was getting fucked perhaps!
This vortex of space and time
A wormhole flushed to my existence
When my daddy’s sperm and my mommy’s eggs
Went for date
And I got fixed
Like floor upon floors of skyscrapers
No. I was just a single one in that swelling belly
I forgot to thank the creator
The one true love—a whore to my love
From up the heaven stairways spilt
A river of knowledge dark
Deep in color and its not bitter love!
I feel lost. Lost in not wander
Lost in losing. A far horizon fades
A painter’s brush dries in the sun
Like a withering flower the bristles fall
Now I am on a bicycle. Going round and round on a round earth
I am in a cycle so deep
Carved into my brain by the child
His memories so strong they fall
The youthood is just a vile
I wait for my balls to shrivel
My nightmares I care as if they were my dream
The old age wait for the fulfillment
For the infant carved my stone.