Thus Spake A Nihilist
When I met her first, she was
by Putholi Arumugham T
building a aura around,
with her words and more words.
'I am a Nihilist' she announced.
Her fingers were weaving a bridge
of rays between earth and sky.
Her short hair and dress were not catchy
as her eyes, but still elegant.
She talked more and more,
what she called philosphy - but
little did I understood.
Suddenly she zeroed on me
as an eagle finding its prey in a desert.
Whats your dream, mister? she asked
Just 'P' came out and before 'OEMS'
could jump out of mine,
her lips opened again.
' Mine is to think, think and think
dream, dream and dream, till I turn
insane, just like Nietzsche'
'What Che? ' was all I could sound.
Her eyes can even kill, I realised then.
'He is my love. yes all the other males
I met are just Male chauvenist pigs'.
'I hate them' she flared.
Then slowly she uttered,
'I think I am a lesbian.
Thats what my kiss with her shows'
She went silent. The hailstorm stopped.
'Kiss' what all that stayed in my mind
Let me tell you of her lips.
They get rosier and lovely everytime
they utter a word, it seems.
The more she spoke, the better they turned.
For first time I wished if I were a girl.
She came into me then, wholly.
All I do now is think, think
and only think
dream, dream and only dream
of her, for her and with her in dreams.
Everyday I eat Nietzsche, Sleep Nietzsche.
Last week I killed my God.
Yesterday night, I tried
a sleeveless pink gown.