By: Cedar Dev

To Debra, my girlfriend

Your chocolate-tinted cheeks,
Are waiting to be kissed.
I can see all of humanity,
Resting under your eyes,
I’ll be your cushion,
Sit on me
You be my food,
I will eat you,
From your forehead to soft feet-
Your African body.

I love how you breathe,
How you moan in my call,
I love how you pass through the world
Silent, faithful, in love
As laid by divine providence
I hate that, I’m not near
You are far, and aloof
Like Mount. Meru
I’m the sun that orbits you

Bless me with your sight
Kill me with your touch,
You quench my thirst for lust,
And, fill my heart with Love.

Beat Generation

The Ghost of Beat Generation haunts me,
A shadow of my former self,
Tears after tears after tears,
The pain is subdued by drugs.

The best of our generation is taking refuge in drugs,
The best of our generation is lost forever,
The best of our generation is beatific with illusion,
The generation is controlled through modern media.

There’s a hate inside me, waiting to devour filth,
It’s roaming from place to place in search of love….
But how can I find love,
When I was always hated.

The best of our generation is Hippies,
Who wear orange robes, black robes,
Who wants to eat human corpses
In the crematorium of Varanasi.

The drugs pacified my pain,
Giving me hope of a better tomorrow,
What’s the point of tomorrow,
When God lies here and now?

The best of our generation are liars,
Mostly they lie to their true selves,
A generation divided by race and religion,
A generation went crazy with hate.

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Cedar Dev is a young poet from Kerala, India. He is currently a law student. His works explore the themes of sensuality, love, God, Advaita Vedanta, and hippie culture. His literary influences are Tagore, Vaikom Mohammed Basheer, Pablo Neruda, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, and Toni Morrison.