Incest. Another Love One Hundred Thirty One.

Incest.

                                                    

Another Love One Hundred Thirty One.

 

 

 

Life’s bedside story to lullaby the Capricorn.“As a love god I want to ask a goddess. We were not struck by thunderbolt you see. May I?”  “Who asks gods for permissions? Gods live for doing favors”. “What part was kept for you?” “I wonder what you have been thinking. Of course, I am the lead. The last thing that I wanted was a role. When you’re inside, you don’t see”. “What was the first thing you  desired at the most? It was to say the words that otherwise you couldn’t say to him”. “Performing love we write the script. We have the leads. We are directors and producers. We are behind all scenes and sins”. “You will be overcrowded with duties”.

 

 

 

 “Love turns the loving one into a beggar,

That day you don’t hear what you say,

Sentences plugged with cobweb cotton wool, 

They stop our ears,

You never said,

I never thought,

I would end up being deaf”,

“Deafness can be afflicted,

By an affair of the heart,

As blindness can be caused by love,

An acute fear of the dark,

Strumming monotonous tick tock,

Fear of being abandoned,

‘I am afraid of night,

I am afraid of dawn,

I’m afraid before night falls,

I am afraid of you being gone’,

It is called fear- earworm”,

“Unleashed imagination was Hell hole,

Relentless brain cells wove spider net,

I wore drama makeup like others in the valley,

The Muses’ suite was a shoe storage cabinet,

I was a dog Doormat,

Imploring, asking for a bone,

My wagging tale knocked on his door,

The cat started to bark,

It learnt a foreign language,

Useless to it before,

I slept on the last step of the last stairs,

I climbed to reach his heart,

I was a rug,

One day I’d be worn-out,

Under the weight of carriage,

Forgotten in the basement of his mind,

It felt so grand to tilt at windmills,

I was a harbor and refuge,

One big ear defined my face and my existence,

To hear only what he said,

To be his “no” and his wants,

I was his wild rose,

He was my little prince,

Step number six,

The end is near,

I know all the steps,

I dance the sixth one on my own,

Keeping in mind these words,

 ‘Beware of the little princes,

That came from one man stars,

Arrogant roses in thorns,

They stay untamed,

Being terrified of draughts,

Beware of the creatures,

That doesn’t believe in anything on Earth,

Insanity is precious,

I am his crying rose,

He is my heartless prince in love”