Don't Come Again

Don't come again I have found my peace. Your presence is too much noise Too much clutter Too much impurity Too much fire in blood And cold in sweat. Let me live a happy peaceful life. Happy as lonely planet Abandoned island Exhaled air. Alone alone and alone All alone. What a bliss! Bliss of being with myself My big self My big proud self. You tease my pride Your presence decries my composure Your touch burns me to ashes. Don't come, don't come again. You kill me, kill my everything. Today I would do Whatever I like. I wouldn't have to please your highness. Tonight, I would sleep dressed or undressed I wouldn't have to worry about wearing fragrance. You are such a darkness In my otherwise bright life. Smell of your bosom turns me to leopard Fire of your lips turns me to wolf Warmth in your groin turns me to Erupting voracious volcano. Such an omen! Such an omen you are! But why my heart aching Soul crying Lips tingling longing your lips? Why my ears longing your whisper? Why my blood pounding In thirst of your bitterly sweet river? Why my fingers twitching Longing to touch your buttery soft bosom? Never mind. I am happy. I am alone and happy. I am severely happy, painfully happy. © Arun Maji