I am finally home after 4 months, I guess. My mummy is pissing me off every now and then because all I do is sleep but it’s good to be home. Also, to utilise these two months, I have decided to contribute to my friend’s blog which accumulates write ups from many other people. So this way, I’ll be regular with this writing stuff. The following poem is my first write up to that blog, tell me what y’all think about the same. Thanks.
Today, I won’t look for pictures which chronicle our love.
I won’t look for books piled up in sacks of our story.
Won’t look for places either, weening us sitting right next to each other,
Window seat of a train moving amidst the green, giving our talks about love and god knows what, a companion.
I won’t think of all our endless nights and the conversations we had under the greasy sheets of that motel with an entrance adjacent to the parking lot which made me cringe at the thought of it, every fucking time. Also, just so you know it still does.
It amazes me how I am trying not to think of all the things that involve you but I end up doing the same.
Again and again, year after year.
Why don’t you?