Five thousand miles or more away, I think you’ll never know, how much you changed perspectives; back when you said, my physical desire was almost like a superpower.
Yours, F
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Formalities
Every Wednesday,
I intersect
their gathering
at 8 am,
Immediately
Before I cross
The urine-drenched
Corner guiding
Me to Main Road.
All blue and white
And tidied up
They counteract
The uniforms
With weed, booze and
Kendrick Lamar.
Mother City Haiku
Each morning, I wait
Behind my two iron gates,
Like a caged-up bird.
When I step outside
The sunlight keeps telling me
I am a template.
Locking doors, I think
How fences seem offensive,
Almost violent.
Lovesick Tangerine
My greedy tongue discovers
Sweet and sour slices,
Juicy. Tears run down the cheeks,
Extracted liquid.
I lick off and swallow pain.
20.32: same place
Four hands intermingle besides
Two empty bottles of
One inch old coke.
Lit candles sometimes pierce the room,
Filled with the ardent steam
That is my breath.
I smell my henna-coloured hair,
Like dry earth in the sun.
I don’t like it.
Still, I lean over in my chair
To un-hide from behind
The marble shafts.
I think how I could write a note
With something loveable
To say to you.
I’d hand it over when I pass,
Sweet dreams are on replay.
Like my heartbeat.
I swallow the last luke-warm sip
And slide into my bath
Of narcissism.
Perhaps you’re peering at me, too.
It’s easy to think that,
In tungsten light.
My Island
The sofa bed is an island
At night,
When the multi-coloured pillow patterns
Line up accurately.
The sofa bed is my island
Before dawn,
Before you’re lighting up
The day on me.
Outside my sofa bed, the island,
Your breathing is the sea,
Of which the waves,
Last night,
Withdrew from me.
Safety Instructions
In case of an emergency,
Please call me back,
In case of an emergency,
Don’t push me off,
Jump and slide,
Give me a chance and
Brace positions.
Listen, what I have to say,
Check and open door
I need to talk about our
Safety instructions.
Don’t hang up
In case of an emergency,
I need you by my side
In case of an emergency,
Don’t go away, don’t
Jump and slide,
How can you dare to
Brace positions.
I’ll be waiting for you,
Check and open door,
Don’t forget our
Safety instructions.
Seeking
Your hands, they tremble
Your hands, they fumble
Your hands, they sense
Your hands feel tense
My hands assist
My hands insist
My hands, they bustle
My hands, they rustle
Our hands, they seek
Our hands, they sneak
Our hands, they flit
Our hands don’t quit
At last!, I moan
Good God, you groan,
We sigh at ease
We found your keys.
Presence
I did not want to be the warm body you crave at 2 am
On the left side of your queen size bed.
I did not want to be the one to take pretty pictures
While you stare out of your third floor window glass.
I did not want to be the one you hug a little longer
Than you would hug anybody else.
I did not want to be the one you prepare breakfast for
On a sleep-deprived October morning.
I just wanted to be the one who shows up.
At the right time.
And then again.
