Thank you, Jashmina, for colluding with the treachery against me, at all times: A poem 

I am not just the vapor of myself 

but a substantiation 

The ether in me, has matter 

not out of its preference 

but because of its duty 

And you have known it since the beginning, Jashmina 

because I entitled you as my Goddess 

in this everlasting flow 

And you have been a python that crushes my bones

as much as a flagship of my illusions. 

Don’t row my boat into the deepest depths! 

I don’t need a coxswain, because, in fact, I don’t want to venture into the waters 

I only do it for you; would you return me with ignominy 

Sita, Rachel, Sarah! 

Or just my virtuous(?) Delilah! 

I don’t want to witness the tale of Desdemona? 

Should you dare one treachery and fall foul to another 

as if to make Othello murder with insanity? 

I don’t even want the knife in my hand and draw another’s blood 

But don’t I have a right to assert myself with a little vindictiveness 

when so many heinous crimes have been committed against me? 

Yet, I will never implore or beseech any of you 

because I know my breath goes in vain 

That you all couple with the most hideous monster 

who has rapined and sodomised me with treachery 

since the beginning of the onset!