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