Monthly Archives: June 2017

  Off it off

I still go to Bangalore
(It’s not even Bangalore now)
for braindead client meetings

And though you’ve left town
a long time back-
Bangalore is you,
in my head.

You never leave me when I am here.
Not in windowless conference rooms
Not in pubs reeking of stale beer
Not in streets stinking of anarchy

You’re the taste
on the tip of my tongue.
You are the smell I smell.
Until sudden hot tears
sting my eyes.

No, I don’t miss you at all, bitch!
I am strong like that

It’s just this fucking ache.
Formerly known
as Bangalore.


Razor 

Every time
she thinks of me
an overpowering urge
to bite washes over her,
her teeth grinding in the
ancient reflex of want
and she thinks of me all
the time and her teeth
are only getting
sharper.