be a feetless floating
gill fin laden underwater
poet, My mouth would still gulp
I would recite and still stutter
all the words in fish languages
and possibly mate
with my father's daughter.
or my brother's mother.

The rare civet cat in my thoughts is wild at heart
precious, as the species is fast facing extinction,
adamant and headstrong, just accept her the way she is
yes lives in my attic, keeping an eye on me, independently
Did you say you smell musk on my body?she must have
smeared it all over, inadvertently, a prankster too, she is
can't think any other chance otherwise, but her ebullient
moments are different,she herself turns a fire work then.
Some strange coincidences in life, don't allow any questions
certain secrets,her heart's wish, are yet to be unraveled
Yes, yes,her musky fragrance on me, spills magic,I enjoy it

Be like a rose
But, not hurt like thorns

Be like a water
But, never attack like tsunami

Be like a fire
But, never destroy like wild fire

Be like an air
But, never carry a bad fragrance

Be like an earth
But, never create an earth quake

cold comes
dark falls

i am you
you are me

stars
dark

silence
solitude

you make
me crazy

you that
are me

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