A Beautiful Life

In a salt desert under the scorching sun's rays I want to take a bath in a white ivory tub filled with thick, red blood of rotten falcons and children of lions and pigs. Skeletons of dead trees Skulls of dead newborns, Dry umbilical chords and the sound of bones being crushed by an imp for pure pleasure Deep fried brains Rotten flesh and breasts of beautiful dreams, chopped finely into a dish of delicious insomnia - Lost hopes sleep in a grave peacefully with a cigarette lit up at the left corner of dark, rough, scarred Beautiful lips And there you are Neena - in a bright scarlet gown, Your glasses fixed meticulously upon your long nose, Decapitating freshly born babies melting their umbilical chords in boiling acid - Let there be many modest proposals I drown myself under the blood The eagles will be flying in the dun sky What a beautiful life... Souren Mondal November 17,2015