The X-Man Poem by Dwitun Basumatary

Knocking to desend the staircase again
medallioned neck and tigery tighs
to drink helicopter fuels once again.
False metaphores dog my trial everytime.

Ploughing darky mane with overgrown talons
Sleeping in a cold dark empty theatre
Wishing the winds for that same rain once more;
'Cos it's lifeless, a room without your view.

Popping headphones in unprophetic ears;
Songs whose lyrics danced along life own lyres.
And wishing to string some of those noon clouds
to wear them on your nymphomaniac neck.

As ev'ning Sun heels crosscountries away
the rays creating a twinkle in your thoughts
And it continues shining in your heart
long after its dark on highest treetops.

And as the moon wades up the reddish sky
A shopkeeper torch in hand heads homeward.
The fishermen's boat too ripples shoreward
Their krells edged with fishes to the very brink.

In the farms ducks nestle in long bowers.
Longed to be Zeus! and wished you're Leda!
Swallows the last sky minstrells flutter home
Having never to fly far from their dears.

A policeman; mister peace officer,
jeloused at the passing entangled pair;
While tea gardeners gleed with common sense.
Somtimes mansions seem gaols; snaked plains havens.

Someone knifed a heart; and furrowed it dead!
And lay romeo bleeding fresh in red!
I don't wanna go miles before I sleep
Just want reasons to unweary and sleep.