In the faint glow of the moonlight
That entered through the cracked panes
Of her KJ Marg abode, she saw a golden
Square sachet open that night- and she
Cried in agony as the bed squeaked under
Both of their weight. And when the phallus
Had retreated into its leathery loneliness-
She quietly looked at the chipped ceiling
While hearing his deep snores by her side.
In the faint glow of the moonlight
That entered through the cracked panes
Of her KJ Marg abode, he was glad that
That her screams muffled his inner voices
The bed squeaked, after he directed the
Condom packet away from himself, lest
Anybody saw the tear tracks down his face.
And once, a little too soon, he was done,
In his dreams, he silently met his dead bride.
In the faint glow of the moonlight
That entered through the cracked panes
Of her KJ Marg abode, she saw the two
Writhing in deep sombre lust- And she saw the
Golden glow of the sachet on the wall, smiled
And counted the cash again as she walked away
To scuffle to another room, another person
Until someone rang a bell, and the Vulture
Swooped with a smile, the entire night.
In the faint glow of the moonlight
That entered through the cracked panes
Of her KJ Marg abode, alas, a lot was dark still.
And in the darkness, and the golden hues
Off packs of condoms and in the dizzying fog
Of cigarettes, alcohol and misunderstanding,
People walked past, heads buried with shame
Deep wrinkles of disgust and desire,
Everything that they strive to hide.
