STOP THAT ‘JAB TAK HAI JAAN!’ SHIT

Your

         careless laughter,

         mindless whistles,

         childlike disposition,

         star gazed eyes,

         above all, I’ll remember to hate your false-

         Jab Tak Hai Jaan, Jab Tak Hai Jaan promise.

Your

         quivering lips,

         seraphic touches,

         the way of unhooking my bra,

         moaning out my name,

         above all, I’ll remember to hate your false-

         Jab Tak Hai Jaan, Jab Tak Hai Jaan promise.

Your

          galaxy lies,

          momentums of infidelity,

          despicable joule,

          coins of vanity,

          above all,  I’ll remember to hate your false-

          Jab Tak Hai Jaan, Jab Tak Hai Jaan promise.

        

Your

         trussing anger,

         bubble gums of manipulation,

         hail of harshness,

         arcane blades that ripped my soul,

         above all, I’ll remember to hate your false-

         Jab Tak Hai Jaan, Jab Tak Hai Jaan promise.

WHEN A HAPPY WOMAN CRIES

When she cries, she cries,

Not for the apple or the jam,

Not for the player or the game,

Nor for the money and the robber,

Not for the 360 degrees and squares,

Not for beauty pageants or the congeniality,

Not for the wings or the rockets,

Not for the soups or the solid ices,

Not for the tampons or the lingerie,

Not for the fall or the suntans,

Not for the tithes or the offerings,

Not for the veils or the arches,

Not for the sails or the harbour,

She cries,

When charade gets too much,

When misery triumphs,

When she loses hope in herself,

When she is betrayed by her own gender.