Innocence – an encounter

By Omair Bhat

Bubbles of innocence
coiling and pooling
in the gushing stream
of adolescence
on a senseless orgy night
(attended by rubber hands,
eye lashes, eternity of night, chandeliers,
plastic breasts,
manicured nails, unbuckled lips
beads of sweat and tinder breaths)
placates hail storm and grey
snow to fall
in turns and intervals,
in the wet dreams
of an agonized eye,
squeaking like a helpless beggar
behind ragged curtains
of life and honor,
As if saying,
How well I knew the people before ___
None is too pure for anyone,anymore
None will ever be
too pure for anyone ,anymore…