Another intense day
after a marathon night of words-
one day or night
plucked out of
an unrecognizable haze of time
and I find myself suspended,
in-between.
Today
I resolved
to live in the moments as they came;
today
I decided
to not think about you
to break my thoughts
every time you entered the picture
in my mind, as a word, as a sound, as a feeling, as a desire;
and I am amazed, to discover
the way I have let you into my world
in the little time I have known you-
days countable on my finger tips.
But I am not ashamed
though I have no clue, how this could be possible;
and through the day
I wondered: if this is a serious concern,
and I decided it is.
Because despite my decision
to stop
I am still carrying you every moment
without cease.
What kind of a stop is that?
I ask myself, annoyed.
This continuous torture
if anything, is self imposed, I assert.
But what self am I talking of?
A self that is shared with you?
How can I be the only one
to have access or control
of that part of me
shared with you?
Something that is so intimately shared
no longer belongs to me, alone.
I haven’t stopped thinking of you
since I last saw you in weeks.
Every moment there is you-
one way or the other.
And its not just this crazy poetry-
I talk to you in my head
when I am awake
and I sleep with you in the night;
stopping by the dairy
or nodding at the grocery guy
or walking back home
at the steps
I see you
as you so often kissed me goodbye
or greeted me with a smile.
Opening the door, to enter
I see myself, opening the door to you
and letting you in
without being self conscious, or so I thought;
I had an intense arousal
from the moment I laid my eyes on you
and felt your touch when you took my hand in yours
and I led you, as usual, to my room,
in my imagination.
I have not thought once
what would you say, what would I say;
I am surprised to sense, the words inevitable end
not occur in our encounter, as you had feared-
every thing looked fluid and tinged with love,
while we experienced each other.