Hole in the wall

I want to become that famous story untitled, unpublished,
a nameless sensational character in it.
The narrator narrates and the listener awaits,
no proof, no evidence just an unhinged faith.

I want to be that deliberate controversy
and still be a secret audience.
A sex tape with faces smudged,
with a billion likes and a million shares.

I want to be an eyes wide shut orgy,
untamed by any Bill or a whip.
Known to all, desired by all
and participated in by none known.

I want to be that unidentified couple on a train,
on the same upper berth under a bedspread
hoping to wake up to a hundred eyes
just before the station it alights.

A Moribund Flower

The roof leaks, I drenched in the droplets

The unwashed smelly pile of clothes concealing things beneath

Disability creeps in, disability of the flow

The limp routine keeping me low

And I ask to myself:  am I waiting for a decision to be made?

Waking up in the middle of the night

Looking at the switched on bright light

Hoping that the life is just another dream.

Am I the concocted one or a mere accident?

am I love or it’s just a word I hear?

I didn’t ask the roses to smell sweet for me,

I didn’t ask to bear thorns too.

Is the end a destiny pre nurtured?

Or I owe this existence to the end?

No I don’t for I didn’t ask for it,

Not my life, not my body, not my end.

But I still wait for a decision to be made.