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(Love) Poems
I.

his hands look as if they were made in some workshop they rest in
his pockets

if this is of no use to you then let me take it I found it while coming
out nothing special but I had been wanting to buy flower-pots for
some years now – I thought why would he deny me no one had
ever seen him trying to grow anything

his eyes are like my neighbours’ – they do not know me

no he said suddenly like a stranger if he hadn’t spoken like that I
would have said alright and gone but he wanted to say something
some story about that flower-pot which he would make up that
very moment

he kisses like a soldier years later someone will cut his lips with a
knife

I came out the flower-pot stayed there forever – he took a gun and
put it in the pot like a plant and started looking around the house
for water

II.

in a dream he asked me to make tea he had come from a long trip
to many cities I started cutting okra for him he said he wanted to
eat idli so I started doing that I had already taken his clothes for
washing when he turned into a small plant and I thought how will
he tell me that I have to water him there has been no water in the
house for two days maybe he realized my predicament so he
turned into water and started flowing and I thought he’d flow out
of the house so I started gathering him in my hands and filling him
into pots when he shouted how long does it take you to make tea I
said I have only two hands let me finish one thing the way you’re
getting angry – as if we have already started living together

III.

my fingers were seeing how even a pocket could be barren he was
sleeping I was sure I would not be caught I thought as I put my
hand in his pocket that there would be some coins some notes
maybe a wallet a phone some papers cards but it was a completely
barren pocket there was not even a story there and look at him
sleeping so content
in the morning he said someone left their fingers in my pocket
what will I do with these useless fingers that lost to the emptiness
of a pocket