What are hands but DSLRs
making each and every touch, a snap,
as I take a couple more with my eyes
I have girlfriends; they don’t leave; they don’t catfight
rather hold each other as memories.
The night is long
I take a few thorns
from those droopy eyes, and scatter them into a jungle
replacing them with a Sun
‘It has been long, since they went for a bath’ the friend says.
I answer ‘I have them’
and reel back a few girlfriends on the digital screen
See, they look so sexy
‘I keep coming here because of them,
and not for them’
They are wild in me and so I am wild.
‘Stop talking to the water.
The hair that you just combed are now the golden grasses
It will not be long, before I appear as a wing.
Stop freezing me in snaps,
Stop calling me a girlfriend
Don’t limit me, rather join me’
I still have a few deaths before I can join
I am all but human
and believe me, when I do
I will always leave behind a lover
To freeze us.
For who knows,
he might not be limiting you
an enlarged bird.