By Neha Bhatia
It was a day after my 22nd birthday, a Monday, grim and grey
When our fates collided and we crossed each other’s way
The moment I looked into his tough face, dopey sight
I crimped and bit my lips with all my might
His gruffy eyes, languid stare, penetrated my belly’s pit,
Crept into my soul, direct and bare
My stomach churned like a restless sea
My mind projected a future of misery.
His phantom presence took hold of me
The echo of an old fantasy with an old chocolate tree
No fluttering butterflies, no glowing breeze
Just an intense, gut-wrenching unease
I stood there, as static as a mountain rock
But inside, I groaned and grumbled at his stubborn attitude, he’s a solid block
Powerlessness gripped me, thick and deep
I felt helpless, yet I didn’t even weep
Ever since the moment he arrived, he transformed
My lovely bliss into a brewing intestinal storm
His hoarse, raspy voice stirred a rapacious battle within
His brash words trickled down like drops of oily sweat upon my skin
He was so addictive, my brain got clung to his charm
His untimely appearance, his hardy, adhesive arm
His brash, manly voice trickled down my bone
Zillions of lazy rhinos jumping in a cyclone
Is he a ghost from the past, maybe,
Or an ex-lover who’s refusing to leave and set me free
When I could no longer bear his nebulous words
That traumatized me, I walked away in a stride
He followed me into the kitchen where I went
I pretended indifference, too proud to show him my bitter resent
When would this suffering end, I wondered
All the while, in space, his turgid voice thundered
Then, at last, our meeting came to an end
As I sipped my cup of coffee, I came to befriend
The turmoil, the mini-death he tried to bestow upon my day
And then I expelled him from my life, my gut, my way
Broke up with my ex-lover’s lingering logjam
Stepping into the poopy era, passing divine exam
Here I am, the ghost-buster wise and glee
Bubbling with ecstasy, once again wild and free!