Your arrival was magical to me.
You never said much, or listened too well.
Some days you would wander into my room, just to lay near my bed.
Plopping down onto the ground, quietly laying still.
Somehow your silly visits made me smile, every single time.
Everyday, exactly at 5, you would come into my room and whine.
Out of everyone's room you always chose mine, because I was so easily convinced.
You just wagged your tail and I knew, you wanted some **** food.
I think of your puppy dog eyes, guilting me into yet  another treat.
You are my best friend and best dog; you always will be.
I have loved you so much.
You have changed, gotten old, age has finally caught up with us.
Your fur is patchy and grey, your eyes wander and gaze.
I know I don't have much longer, I feel the day drawing near.
This is not fair, I do not want you to go.
I have lost so much already.
Please.
Muddy.
Please don't leave me with another empty space.

my heart is on fire
one half cup espresso, a vape
and a song that drapes my heart in a purple fire,
with the same purple glow inside the go go bar
where that dancer handed Bukowski a dried lily
But only for a moment.

lesson #104 and the
music rides a sine wave into
my left ear.
I sat upon a lotus pad and kept
a straight back
the Angelus Novus couldn’t (insert link)
close its wings against
the winds of Paradise so
elated were the Gods by the
progress of man.
so high the rubble of the wreckage the
view from its summit rivaled the
vantage gained from
standing atop the Six Grandfathers within the
Four-headed Dog from across the pond.

national broadcast in the jungle and
all the box would do is
talk
and all the cockroaches would do is
persist
and all the machetes would do is
hack
and all the bodies burned
and Felicien Kabuga was kindly granted asylum by the West
and remained at large for over 25 years.
THANKS A LOT SWITZERLAND.
(insert link)

You were without doubt the best dog I've ever had.
Your death has broken my heart and I'm very sad.
When I named you Agnes, I named you after my late mother.
I was your owner and you and I had a lot of love for one another.
You were a Chihuahua and you were an Applehead.
It tore me up when I learned that you were dead.
You were pretty with dark brown fur and you were small.
You weren't just a dog, you were also  my baby doll.
I owned you for almost seven wonderful years.
I found you dead in my kitchen and it drove me to tears.
What I'm about to say is no lie, it's one hunded percent true.
You were my baby doll and your Daddy will always love you.

I aspire to become
The person
That my dog thinks I am

can you see the dog in the window
thrown there by an angry man
blood dripping down

I ****** in the corner over there,
below the lamp post
where we shared our first kiss.

I scratched our initials
into the steel pillar.

It felt good,
claiming that light post
for your next lover
to whiff out.

I saw him near this road,
When I was about to board.
I left him on its way,
And measured my college way.

It was evening when I returned,
I saw him lay as in way the same way.
I took pity which usually I don’t,
But I couldn’t leave knowing I don’t.

It was a stray one I believe,
As the scars were fresh on him.
With scribbling jaws he called,
For this man to watch.

I am not an animal lover,
Trust me I am not,
But I felt the blood on him,
And made a move to save him.

I fed him bread and I,
Led him space in the entrance.
With no time he started playing,
And started making me special.

I use to see him before,
And after college hours.
He was happy to see me,
With that innocent face.

After few days I noticed him barking,
For no reason stamping.
I found his eyes with an another,
Yes another on the other side of the road.

From that day he wouldn’t eat,
Nor go for sleep be it day or long night.
There was a revolt and eagerness,
I understood the reason for the freedom.

Though I never chained him,
Nor were the gates closed.
I chose to let him go,
For it was the time to go.

I never heard about him,
For few months and days,
But on my return from work,
On an Autumn evening guess what?

I saw him dead on the road side,
With all flesh flushed.
It was an accident,
Yes ,it was an accident.

Was my mistake to notice him?
Was my mistake to feed him?
Or was my mistake to let him go?
I think right now I can only lament .

Dedicated to the dog known and unknown.
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar