This is You – This is Me

You are the tube light in the room
And I am the lost, abandoned insect humming around it.

You are the Vodka shots
And I am the empty glass waiting for you to fill me up – to the brim.

You are the chicken fried rice
And I am the last sixty rupees in my wallet.

You are the tired visitor
And I am the elevator ready to take you up to all the floors.

You are a bar of soap
And I am the skin you rub it against on.

You are a cigarette, nearing its end
And I am the parted lips holding you in between.

You are a sharpened, hand-crafted knife
And I am the heart it went through.

You are my words
And I am your poet.

Bluesomeness

Sometimes
when I wake up in the middle of the day
and gaze outside the window
of my house
at the windows of the other houses
across the street
which never open,
I feel terribly
lonely.

It is when I think
of calling
a woman
or two
to kill my loneliness
but then
I am consumed
by the respect for denial
of civilisation towards me.

Only a cigarette is lit
and consumed
in the still air of my room –
the smoke curls up to form
the images of women
I have loved
and then vanish away in thin air
like they have vanished away
from my life.

Haikus 

Smoke in the air
whiskey on the floor;
alone

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Keep calm written
on the shirt of
a tired, furious man

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crafted cylindrical wood
chopped out a tree
used for dancing

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Haikus written
in memories
of a dead sibling

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A boy
leaning on the bed
high on marijuana

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He liked the chicken
nibbled on the bones
spat out little

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her walk:
a stray cat crossing the road
at 2 in the night

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playing old songs
from younger times
no bills to worry about

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I can go on writing
these for days
food would be welcome

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Talking about girls
at 2 in the night
our tastes vary

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Ten haikus written
in ten minutes; I have
fallen in love ten times

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My love, look around
she said
and stabbed me with a knife

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My love, I am here
she said
with a nervous smile

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writing about love
makes you gloomy
if you had none

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I’m moving out;
it’s a new day,
yet cloudy

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enough haikus
for the night
I need a cigarette

-R