Tuesday

Losing a Tongue

I lost a tongue the other day,
with all it's primal flourish
and incendiary idiom.
It dropped of, like a rotting
banana peel.

Such disgrace, it was a wound
vomiting the pus of arrogant ideas.
but now there is silence
I can not get used to.

Growing a new tongue takes time
and fresh arrogance.
I will go look for it in the whore houses
where luscious buds harbour
the nectar that tiny tongues swallow.

7 comments:

nikheel said...

Super Sagar! liked it.

Sagar said...

Nikheel~Thanks

bhumika said...

it's disturbingly good. Powerful one this is!

junuka said...

nice blog!!!

Chandan said...

nice ... nice.. and i am thinking, sometimes as you are looking around for the lost tongue, is a wonderful opportunity to savour silence, given time the quiet can help rebuild a whole person, tongue in place...

Sagar said...

Chandan~:)

megha punater said...

good one sagar

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