Dengue Fever

In Aedes mosquitoes, That transcend their larvae, Is a virus that rests deadly in pathology.  Just an injection that traverses skin, And saliva that is injected through a tiny aperture, And a man, whose immunity Becomes a scapegoat, the antibodies that are supposed To save, scheme again him, as he lacerates pints of blood. The…

Dengue

This Saturday we are having a day Of clearing the surroundings at the workplace. To clear the front and backyards To make the zone dengue-free. Still dengue is everywhere you look, On a sickly face in the hospital, The obituary in the newspaper, And even the dengue awareness posters Glued on every corner in town….

Dengue

A female mosquito Defines in one act of salivation The Sapphic indulgence of blood From a buxom woman. Which when adulterated with The smallest existing life form, Decimates a sculpture of flesh Into decimals of dust.

Dengue Fever

Looking at the dengue patient On a hospital bed, loved ones Hovering around like droning bees, A glass of water ready to rehydrate And a pair of rubber slippers missing The feel of life. Just a kilometer Away, a mosquito buzzes around A little child, searching for the feel Of skin, to indulge in a…

Dengue Fever

Between the ruthless assassin And the undone dream Between the hovering drones And the sleepy tombstones Between the flutter and the buzz And the absent heartbeat Between a prick of a needle And the percolation of tears Lies a leaky hospital bed Sinking in a sea of ghosts