Eyes can never be deceiving, 

the curtains are always open there. 

It’s a story…read it like a story…or as you wish. 

I always wanted to be a man from my early springs, 

Warm breathings and vacant ejaculations were all there, 

I had to be ready for the rotten mankind. 

Crowd makes you stupid…crowd makes you a fascist painter…crowd makes you even horny, 

yeah I was the horny one. 

And then, there she was…

my fortune of silver lights. 

Bonfire in her hair and forest in her eyes…

I was drooling…I was having sex…and perhaps i was having a hiccup too.

In short I was making her uncomfortable. 

Then those warm eyes came, 

two light particles. 

I was being floated with fire. 

Not a word, just the silent enlightenment…

I saw red umbrellas and bullets…both inside her eyes. 

I was whipped by a white sensation. 

Perhaps it has always been true, that men need women.

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Painting- Google