The Story Of My Experiments With Ruth Poem by Subhojit Kar

Someone said: First the dream and then the dream-come-true.
But for me: First the heaven-smouldering JERK, the jolt train
Rattling all over the Heartland
And then the bleed reality - - the jerking off.

Then the self-flagellation, the silent bleeding within,
the tantrums, noise-pollution - - all masky coverups
for being lassooed in by the bodyannas
of the Martialynxes- -

Eyes seeing sunflowers where only mustard-seeds are sown.

So, after all the jumpstarts and hideous falls,
Ruffled and stoned by the leggy-leggy lowdowns

Finally, the One and Only Valkyrie Queen
With her Aeronautical Aqua-Arsonica-
Courts singed with sunshine brilliance

while the skinflint heart seeks its salvation
with the eye-camera permanently fixed
on the smouldering fluidics of the Balletic Twin Towers
All wondrously pure Musicomagics.

Thus it is that the Never-ending Ruth needles me,
and i remain forever Ruthless, Penniless,
Heartless and Bad.