It's Midnight in Salt Lake City

A deer transforms into a flying monster;
then, it flies and it flies over the vain mountains,
chasing me to the side of an odorous lake.
I am exhausted; I am decaying.
Haunted by hideous dream, I wake up.
It's midnight in Salt Lake City.

Last night, I plotted to violate.
After harrowing battle with agony of inertia,
horror fell upon me; betrayed.
I was the vicious, libidinous demon,
who permeated through my own core.
I found myself on the edge of darkness,
sweat, semen and saliva, wrapped.

Two nights ago, my mom was crying
by the side of terminally ill dad.
He did not even remember her.
What a conspiracy of debilitating brain!
I was an invalid watching the dance of trauma.
Mom, your tears left my eyes dry.

I cannot sleep now, I would rather be awake.
And, celebrate every fossil of my love's murmur.
My love, a heartless whore!
She would enjoy my morbid metamorphosis,
and paint every wound with color, pale red.
She would drink to my torture in these endless nights.

A Temple and Its Kids

Mama told me that uncle built a temple

on the west bank of a river evil;

There, I see half-naked kids play all day.
They struggle to keep their pants on waist bones.
Beside them, stray dogs hang out with shameless moans.

Mama told me that people were happy
and they found peace amid light and lily.
There, I see half-naked kids play all day.
Far and wide, villagers walk for pilgrimage
in wrinkled clothes and skin; what a nature's pillage!

A rumor is circulating that wishes are done,

if they offer their withered hearts open.
There, I see half-naked kids play all day.
Mothers complain about price of onions and rice.
Then, they pour more oil in dimming light to entice.

I Spit On You, Bitch!

United States of America, 2014

One in five of every one of those young women 
who is dropped off for that first day of school,
before they finish school, will be assaulted 
in her college years.
                              Joe Biden, Vice President, US

I play it nice first.
She gives me her trust
and I know how to break her spirit.
I take her out for a date night.
At midnight, I add a few drugs in sangria. 
She asks me to take her home.
I become a demon and she is my slave.
Spit on you, bitch!

Swat Valley, Pakistan, 2012

I want every girl, every child to be educated.
                                            Malala Yousafzai

I proudly declare fatwa against women's education;
neither can they leave their homes alone.
How dare a fifteen years old dishonor my diktat?
Your brain-washing others deserve torturous demise.
We need to clean you up and your schools.
We need to bring back the will of Allah.
We shoot you; if you survive, we will burn you.
Spit on you, bitch! 

New Delhi, India, 2012

They are dented and painted women
chasing two minutes of fame, giving interviews on TV.
                 Abhijit Mukherjee, Son of the President of India

I prey on young girls at late night,
waiting inside a SUV or a bus, driving in the city light.
My friends and I glorify her relentlessly till dawn.
Then, we throw her conquered body by the roadside,
where filth of civilization flourishes.
We will celebrate our culture tonight.
Spit on you, bitch!

Tahrir Square, Egypt, 2011

Women who join protests are asking to get raped.
                  Ahmed Mahmoud Abdulla, Egyptian Salafi Preacher

As Arab spring hits Cairo,
I see more and more women marching and shouting in unison,
"the people wants to bring down the regime."
My blood boils over the smells of tear gas,
I grope her in the dark corner of revolution.
I force her to naked; next, I dance over her body.
Women, you are just slaves.
Spit on you, bitch!        

Galway, Ireland, 2012

Before I formed you in the womb I knew you,
before you were born I set you apart;
I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.
                                              Jeremiah 1:5

Wipe off those tears.
What have you said?
You will die? You better die.
Damn you for asking for abortion.
I am the state that protects the sanctity of life.
I am the caretaker of the unborn at your cost.
As if those tears will save you.
Spit on you, bitch!