Expression is freedom

Move your body, and you will be strangulated!

Cultures insecure under their own cocoon lay the sphere of confused demeanour

Boy flexes his wings, and he puts on his attire, admixtures of varying ranges when it all hurts as the body carries weight,

Weight tied in his waist, like a serpent wrapped in thighs entering through all holes created in his body, appearing as a dragon and flying,

Reaching expanses and waiting for baits to come, turn and burn, till all opposites lay in vain.

In palpable grains, shreds of his meat fall out, for the societal hegemony is veering its autonomy, of religion, crossing the lines that exist,

Not on the other side, but on another planet, all cruel and abhorring minds plan to catch him,

He was winging in the right spaces, of all places he flew like the hawk he is, of all people in the blurry lines they wanted to bait him inside the designed human vortexes.

He came out, but his hawk-like feathers were torn apart, he lay like a bare chicken, cut down into meat, fed turmeric, spices, salt and then watered down for a meal.

Indian curries are a story, it all starts with mustard oil, building the base with curry leaves, onions, chillies, tomatoes, cumin, ginger garlic paste and some initial raw masala mix.

All blend seamlessly, and the water thickens over time to turn into curry.

The blood separates,

It is all flesh and bone in the curry,

Lapped meat and ideas converge.

The more you simmer, the more the spices flavour the meat,

Let the pieces turn and twist and flow in the river.

For he emerged out of the cocoon.

Acting as a mistress, moving like water,

Flowing like waves,

All that has happened, Is it worth it?

No one says that.

But the populous thinks it's filthy and deranged,

Of all the Priests that have existed as paedophiles,

Of demons that hurl and abuse, young boys and girls,

We cut down the thread of the one who strives to form,

Connect with who he is, on the inside, in the deeper levels,

Human or something else.

But the boy took his expansive jump, broadened his legs and coloured the dark creation into rainbow colours,

Putting his eyes as the spotlight as he does his pirouettes in markings lay to place his falls on stable spots.

Moved his belly like Alibaba’s 40 thieves’s Arabian sands, twerking and thriving in his hinges and simmering like a babe.

For once, be happy for someone other than you, what one feels like, loves like, or indulges in intimacy with, is none of your business.

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