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My new roommate used to cry

incessantly and there was something utterly

unpleasant about the room

Some huge dingy eye,something

you can't put your finger on. 

it would cast a gloom over my soul

the moment i  entered my dorm cell

so i started spending most of my time out.

 

It was supposed to be a civil evening,

i was even dressed primly,long sleeves and all

until his mother started irritating me,

out of this world,

her large tongue sucking one sweet baby carrot,

she,waddling delectably like a huge happy duck

over the table,over her husband and son

I looked at his sisters

both cowering in corner like ugly butterflies

with shrivelled wings,they were two,me-i was the third cornered one,

Mom was everywhere

some sickening weird Freudian battle ensued between us

we were both groping for attention

and when his father asked how was I doing

I totally lost it,

I dont know why i replied that i was on the brink 

of another episode of PMS

the shock in the room was so palpable,one could almost taste it,

the mother dropped her fork,Pops looked at me O-mouthed,

sisters started some strange conversation

Only he kept munching his cereal levelly

( something tightened within me at his calm,

something told me to be scared).

Anyhow,we had a sorta happy visit

and we kept singing old songs from 50s on our way back.

 

That night me and my weepy roommate 

ended up weeping, huddled together

in a forsaken corner,in the same dingy eyed room.

Next morning she helped me put extra face powder

on my bruised purpled cheek.

Author's Note

it sucks...

Reviews

[Khaaki]

It is trickling with emotion... sad and special...

[paul]

the tension in this poem is palpably brilliant

[.]

. i'm sensitive to vibes too ... too sensitive sometimes ... i wonder if there will ever be a time ... when we won't have to weep ...

[Robin]

this is so sad , emotion pours through your pen ...

[Emily B]

oh, sahar . . .

[Jibey]

A kind of trailing story of feminine misery... .. stuff happens...