Sunday, July 8, 2007

Life Is A Whore

Life is a Whore

Fuck her she asks for more

And more and more

Gets Fuckin tired

Shows you the Door

And heart broken you Die

Mind becomes Matter

An unmarked grave for a Tombstone

Which even Time cannot restore.

And fuck life I think even

After Life is a Whore.



These thoughts were appliqued on my designer ass.. while I was cooped up in a second class compartment of the Pushpak Fucked Express on my way to Lucknow...and am in an internet cafe below my in laws new house ,a house of their own after 31 years.. yes life can be a whore....and makes me feel and think of ....my wife Afshaan.. a travesty of self delusion called the dichotomy of love.

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