Blood Goddess
Temple statues haunt you in your dreams
Someone dancing on her husband’s body
Scarlet blood drops drips from her tongue
A garland of severed heads hangs from her neck
Books re-write several of her origin stories
With the themes of celebration over darkness,
Change, renewal, and freedom from patriarchal values
The blood that make her a goddess
Cycles out of us every month
The blood that stops you from visiting her temple
Temple Run
In front of temple
Females stand in a queue
Carrying a tray
With a milk packet and vermilion
To touch a phallus
Encircled by a vagina,
Splattered red with vermilion,
Ejaculated milk dripping down the drain
No they shouldn’t have talked
Such impure things
While standing in the queue
They wouldn’t have been on a run
Had they not disparaged the temple
With their talk of menstruation and birth control
God and Dog
Ecstatic I was to see Him
So when I found God wandering
I followed Him
He was so much like us
Except for plastic monkey face,
Cheap flashy yellow clothes
And a tattered tail
To add to that
He wielded a plastic mace
Elders passed Him by without giving a look
Girls looked at him in suspicion
Knocking at the every door
He smiled with eyes
For the fear of dropping prosthetic
Or the character
Household owners shooed Him away like a mangy dog
Though children watched at Him in awe
Wondering whether all of their bedtime stories
Could turn out to be true
Yet they pondered
How could the one
Who was called ‘Problem-Solver’
Has no solution for dogs chasing Him
Somehow saving Himself from chasing dogs
Adjusting his tattered tail
He sat next to me on the chair in the cafe
Removing His face prosthetic
He asked for a hot tea
And fried bread stuffed with potatoes
“Silly people!”
God mumbled staring at people flocking His temple
Rather than Him