Manu Aryal

Everyday
Every single day
She faces the lust of lifeless men
She receives the aftermath of their day
She relives them from reality
She lets them in
And
She lays there
Through that tedious ritual
Her apathetic self!
It does end tho,
When he feels triumphant
Of making a whore moan
He immerses in that glory
His piteous pride!
Then
She gets to leave
A little more wealthy
A little more dead
To her not so famished children in home
And her so much grateful husband in bed!

It was just a rag
In this cold morning
Nothing but a rag
Between the cold and her shivering self
Her bare skin
Seeking the comfort of her warm breaths
Her eyes
Looking deep within me
And I am there
Inside my expensive skin
Looking away
And
Just stares,
My blind heart, Pitiless mind,
Even when in front of me
Cries
Those pleading eyes!
There were four dumplings
We both we're having the same
But the way she devoured them,
Her appetite yelled that she's not fine
Yet She didn't repine
The crumbs on her lips
Of that fortuitous dine
I guess
Hers tasted better than mine.
And I am there
In Front of that amply plating
Craving for taste
And just envies
My unquenched hunger,
When in front of me
Smiles
Those content eyes!