//Signature –II//

Before the sunrise
I might not get up to prove myself potent
spraying a few rays of light
upon the sands or a paper
that would contrast my image
as a man.

I am aware of my petering from life
after the sketch is done
in a mathematical equation
in a musical note
musing to look at the light
that took away my song
one day.

I am aware of my resuscitating
from a song
whispered to my ears
sickening me of an
awkward pleasure
horrors tapping
before and after a day break
from a silence around.

It is natural that a man
runs a horse everyday,
inside him,
as a proof of his existence,
like me, petite and shrunk.
like an everyday man
towards his office or wage.


I run for manhood,
out of an impotent face,
a few studs is what I search,
to let a man exist in me
as the cabman pants
to reach at the day ends at dawn.

I have slept many last nights
thoughtfully
rolled in night’s darkness,
painfully,
for a sleep,

at the sunrise
and before a full stop
a signature.



[ Written time: 20 March 2010, 1.20 A.M.]