She will come, you will come
It was just yesterday
We rolled together in that blanket full of stripes.
You had pounced on me, coming out of
your woolen grasslands.
A few deaths were assured.
A kill ought to be savored for four days.
Though it ended each day in a life;
in a hope.
I wanted to reach you
I wanted to make the grasslands, not woolen.
How I wished the window was a device
for my memory card.
Today I want you to arrive once again.
‘Adjust your shutterspeed’, my partner says.
As I don’t want to be murdered
by a dream once again
There you are.
Those stripes are golden.
How much I had waited for this.
You pounce but away from me.
Wait. Don’t go.
What are you doing?
Why are you following for a fading? Cries my partner
My partner –
the hotel room on the twelfth floor.
Book mine for room no 1111
the room has been sealed.
I defy myself each time I am in for more.
Love and hate are tragedies.
The smallest ripple in a pool is a tragedy.
I overcome and evolve only when I experience
and all I keep doing is that.
No share of my brain has been left for me to eat.
I keep defying myself to remember me.
I am forgotten the day I am born
until my next womb crouch,
where things around me will be ugly,
where beauty will always be about to decay
and life will stink
but I can hold myself together
and sleep without thoughts
without even knowing I will be known.
I defy myself for the forgotten peace
between two consecutive collisions.
Will we have a shot
or have we already neglected many for a few?
I ask, as I place my eye on the tripod
Let it keep a note.
You do the same.
Hours pass by
and now we are a low explosion
suddenly blown out of a bush
I watch the souls of some leaves flutter away
getting seperated from us,
coming towards us,
passing us; disappearing.
I and you, my friend
We both just hugged as our wives,
on a roof somewhere, miles away,
as the birds flew over.
Did they feel it?
The air; the known air
May be they did
We can’t tell
Here, the hours pass slowly.
The python making its pass
on the viewfinder.