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My Vulgar Darling


by

Ashok Rajamani



suffering
she's suffering
as light shines before her flesh
has danced its last dance
and lived its last life

didn't live like this
she used to dance and dance
without the fear or without the sorrow
or without the suffering
or without the need

He Was The Drunken Geisha Who Found The Golden Diamond


by

Ashok Rajamani



When Kumar the Drunken Geisha,
clumsily holding his ornate bottle of bourbon,
lifted his head back up and momentarily caught sight
of Akash's near-perfect ebony eyes,
he became flustered and quickly looked down again, transforming his outfit
of a liquor-stained white tee
into
a lipstick-stained Kyoto kimono.
Akash got up to use the loo, and as he walked down

the marble hall, Kumar continued studying him.
That was when he noticed
the gorgeous artwork on this artwork himself:
one tattoo of a huge yellow diamond on Akash's left arm,
visible
through his tee-shirt.
Kumar didn't know if, at that moment,
it was the drink in him that made his mouth drool
Or if it was the drink in him
that made his throat burn dry





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