Mental Illness

When sunlight becomes scarce

The depression returns fierce

Winter had come unexpected

In my cubicle, I ravaged through

Limited resources scrounged

Before larvae-pupa transition

Now, lying in the poop of mine,

I curse the weather and contemplate

Food search or survival by coprophagy

Long distance love

To play hide and seek with her

You flew miles away

Pulled by her scent

Her musky odor becomes yours

But her words measured like a medicine

Hurt you like an image of abandoned home

Unseen wound

Herbs and flowers bend only for butterflies

Like a dried leaf you flutter in a room

Slapped to the wall like a cheap tattoo

Through your paper thin wings, a wound bleeds

Life cycle of a moth

Biology textbooks speak of

Egg, larvae, pupae, and

An adult with no mouth

Inside the cocoon

Get ready for weeklong life

Full of sex 

Moth Love

       You drop pollen in her ovary

You watch over her all night

Like a bat upside down

The burning yellow god helps

Bees, butterflies, and wasps

In their search for the flower with nectar

And watches them plunder

Missing petals and twisted stem

Ravaged ovary and head bent in shame

She prays you to listen to her in evening

How she got duped

Where she had gone wrong

Tears gather over her leaves in morning

Must have made her strong

Moth myth

O colored one!

Why you bent on self-immolation?

Don’t you understand?

You are one of too many lovers.

Gone are the days

When people gathered around the fire

To tell the tale of sacrifices

Of their loved ones

Now such tales are

Lost in noise of shelling peanuts

A Long Forgotten Promise

Something like a spirit has taken over her

She craves the tutti-fruiti ice-cream

One shop after another

She searches for the flavor

Yet without him

It doesn’t taste the same