Friday, August 24, 2012

For gods' sake

I love how often you think of god. You called Jesus when I spilled non-sacramental wine on your new linen just before we made crazy love.

You called him again when we made love.

And once after, while looking for the lighter.

God only knows, you always say, but you always know everything too.

You will go get ice cream tomorrow Inshallah, for, why not, when he is god of things
both big and small?

With you, Rama always defers to Ayyo and is utterly powerless when your palms
don't smack your forehead.

To sit or stand you need both hands and Kadavule to propel you up or down.

And I still don't know why I do things for God's sake, when they piss you off anyway.

When I sneak-eat at night, you catch me sometimes and put the fear of god in me, though,
by your own admission, the hour is not only late but ungodly too.

6 comments:

Sharanya said...

Nice one!

Shri Sadasivan said...

Super cute!

Rash said...

Very nice. Hugs

epath4u said...

I like this one...the many aspects of God, sacred and profane, which are really the same thing!

Rash said...

So cute!!!

Gowthaman Ranganathan said...

FANTABULOUS!!! :D