Am the cabaret in the bar of your alcoholic eyesWhich acts happy in day and in the night it criesThose red veins of your eyes sews the gown on my fleshAnd I dance and sing the opera of a life caged in a mesh.
The red of your blood eyes, paint my lipsGlitters my beauty, a tear that slips The feather of your hair makes a prop for meYou dress me the way you want yourself to be.
You are chained by the chains of your choiceFor others to be happy, you didn’t raise your voiceCourage you had to deal with dualityYou are your own calamity.
I am your peace, am your addiction, am the peg you drinkUnder a silent dark sky till the sunrays blinkBack home she lies alone on a bed of marriageAwaiting for years to find the love from a bondage.
As the sky turns blue, my gown vanishes awaySo does lipstick and glitters in the same wayI still wear a pink smile and I spend another day in prideAnd you become the masked man again on a dual ride.
This poem is among the 13 shortlisted poems under the Rhyme and Reason contest by Rainbow Literature Festival and Gaylaxy, and supported by The QKnit that was held in May