Tracing under the curve

Vishwa was his usual fighting self
 with one foot hanging outside the casket

I embarrassed myself
  standing without a pair of pants on
in Chandni Chowk,only to realize
  it took only one to sound
like several people laughing

I had not noticed the oddness
 of my fingers,until i pointed
  a burglar the other way

Fake orgasms,i just didn't know
 when they were not

A woman once looked at me
 as if separating us were
this pawns we had to let die
 to come together
and i did,each one of them

We did have kids,
  almost all of them
had names starting with the same letter

That letter to this day
  has never gained
 any momentum

so i did bury her, right beside the pawns

A bench on the other
 side of the road   wasn't too cold..
    it was visible


In my defence,your opinion never mattered