Should i declare the love?
the love now subdivided
towards clothes and food.
things are changing fast
and they donot look good.
a month and after a year.
even the dog refuses to recognise
to have come to visit
and left in the pockets a hole.
delivered to the address
in my heart a scattering weed
a fling from the pods
whispers of a holiday retreat
and then the exchanges over the phone.
like fixing the rent or taking a car.
or like selling something over OLX.
is better and my kind of road that reaches far.

I think of the last day
things could have come my way
to keep quiet when
it is hot and dry inside.
An old friend to unwind.
but the noise all around.
two way of thinking things
the voice overhead demanding
into a ceremony of fake eating.
to running the movie you are watching.
we could be in the kitchen place.
you have excited crowds, Dear friend.
it will be years gathering up words
if not staring at a unallowed mistake.
like a bull fight that takes place
fishing out your poems again
reading them a smile remains.
pack your bags of glory
certificates,websites and Facebook names.
leaning my rib against the blanket
The television in full swing.
To follow rules and learn from instruction.
On time but not of late regret
The crossed buttons that clicked.
The feeling of importance.

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© Priyanka Bhandarkar