Love is Death
The polaroid photos are cliff-hangered,
Your orange top is dry-cleaned,
The new toothbrush you ordered is there,
The extra makeup-box lies intact in my sideboard,
Over the top left corner, there a box of tissues — unused,
You said you wouldn’t need them.
I remember the song — “Mera kuch saaman”,
Well up, pick up the hair dryer I got you,
Break it into a thousand pieces,
In the bottom left lies a pair of your bellies,
Ones you accidentally walked over with on sand,
Straight across the eye lies your blue worn-out tshirt.
I want to clean this up today,
The towel you used is growing haggered,
Naphthalene balls no longer prevent foul smell,
The jacket you used doesn’t prevent winters,
The door knob creeks, like there is something left,
I stand there in affection & distaste.
Two hapless beings, with nothing to lose,
You didn’t leave both of us,
I couldn’t get you out of my system,
I didn’t get the things out of the closet,
Love is like death, we have to collect leftovers,
Maybe Bury, burn or let the vultures eat me.
