My Profile

I Wake up with the sun gleaming over me, playing hide and seek
among my green jute curtains, sometimes hot ,sometimes mellow.

first thing.. i do.. turn on my computer. open the so called websites.
I hear my mom.. praying.. in the lawn.. to the Sun... to find a suitable girl for me...

i see my friends.. getting ready for work.. but me i have a different routine..
i like my time searching, looking at the profiles...updating my profile.

on my favorite website.... the Planet Romeo


Unblinking faces, flat and numb, hair well combed, attire clean,
made for special customers , we are not displayed on stalls,
like posters adorning walls, advertising dentists, teachers, elocutionists,
fresh goods, recycled, from all over,

we seem freshly arrived or taken by some privateer.
At times our owners linger on the fringes,


‘This elegant face lives a comfortable and gracious life
with their happy and healthy family.’ cum to me...

i see the favorite line written by all...
I am a straight forward guy... i am a pure top... written on the wall.



You’d think our physical descriptions sound like
i m always gym toned.... and sexy.. and boyish looks.

and most of all MUSCULAR...
seems like....
Sunday customers at your grocer.
some probably are, I am one amongst many,
wherever I am. Getting ready to run.

Sitting on a chair waiting for my bidders,
the icy demeanor not to melt. Through other windows
i can watch how many checked my profile. how many added me. who were my recent visitors.

i like getting 50 messages a day.
makes me feel strong....manly.. a pure top...
duh!

Some scurry over me in all fours, they pounce
I promise a list of referrals, photographs, records,
neither of us meaning a word of it.
I love being shocked, (I cant get it hard, even though I’m a pure top)
growing wonderfully imperious and offended.
We meet rarely, exchanging subtle nods of recognition.
whence we meet, we don’t find ourself as seen on the pictures...

we nod and we move on... to the next profile.


they write so many things on the profile. but i only three words for them
-Nouns without verbs.
Lust. Desire. Connection. Weakness.
What I say doesn’t matter. What I don’t, does.

I want a man’s body, a man’s voice in the dark
but i want everyone’s body on the website.
i know Sanjay, Rajesh, Puneet, the fucker, “the liker” et al.
they are all in my favorites.
but when it comes to meeting, i m scared because i m a pure top.

There are a few people listening this time.
Its very difficult. You might try it someday.
Believe me, you’d sing a different tune
if you had to risk yourself; as I must.

i am a pure TOP also.