Death

It was as though with me 
I loved it cool, Oh death !

Love to trail in the darkness
The smell of medicines, near ;
The bip bip bip won't stop
I jolly love the game.
Death was with me in my veins
I tread on the path of life.

Your lips, blue with venom
I kissed and wished you in bed

The leaves, old as ages
Smiled green at the beggar

Winds....

The moon been a whore
So long as poets raped it's flavour

The monitors and salines
All alcoholic

The call of death
I enjoyed so much---
In the afternoon mellows---
Sitting together
With mugs of coffee,

From death-bed
Flying towards life.