SCARS OF MY LIPS

Today there are not many people
In her courtyard.
Today there are not many stars
In the sky too.

Whenever those irritating evenings stares me,
She embraces me and
Embraced my loneliness.
You can feel my scar of lips in her
Ups and down of her breast.
That cup pf tea which has taught me
Few lines in life-
‘Sometimes the concentration of sugar and
Milk makes the tea taste bad.’
Someday I wish to see you naked,
And I want to feel all the complications
Of your body.

Java City, today I want to rest my
Head on your laps and
Want to cry and cry aloud.
I want to get lost in your womb again.