skimming through the soul

My Sugar Cube

Dated: June 3, 2017

Author: Gokul Syam

Foreword:
Day dreaming is not just about fantasies , sometimes it leads to serendipity and in cases like this Epiphany .

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I am a wicked vex, yes, we all are.
Eve tease and snobbish to be an arse

Now, Sugar Cubes kept on my wardrobe
Rather than pungent little moth balls

I will wait as the time ticks by -
A sweet revenge for the chewed threads of mine

I waited and waited and my thoughts went wild
To watch the world through eyes of girl child

Her life's first moment was a swimming race
To be the first in millions, never embrace
Cuz she heard her parents she praise
Made her weep and her heart to daze

280 days - she was pretty safe
To be born to another world of maze
Now she got a navel to be gazed
With lust and thirst in every place

Burns of flame and pills of shame
She - a machine of clay someone claim
To work nights and days with no such aim
And her words and views - just too much lame

I snapped out of my thoughts as I saw
An ant next to that sugary loads
She just nibbled the sweet blends
And ran back to bring more friends

I would have dusted them with toxic grains
But I wanted more sweeter pain

I hid all the sugar cubes prior
Cuz I want her to be called "a liar"