Can I Be Your O2?
Can I Be Your O2?2 mins 231 2 mins 231
I sharpened my pencil to write this poem
The lead broke and went rolling across the paper
That beautiful mole of yours on your left cheek -
Can that go rolling too… rolling away far from you?
Because how is it that your mole gets to kiss you all day and I don’t?
Your rolling mole reminds me of the universe
Galaxies, stars, and planets.. Rotations and revolutions..
Does the sun have to rise every morning?
Does it have to kiss you 'good morning'
When I have done that hundred times already?
I maintain peace with its routine for a simple reason -
My favourite part of every day - Waking up before you, to see you try to wake up
Chuck your bindi. Chuck your mascara.
That unruly hair, those un-opening eyes, and that uncontrollable yawn
You are a princess all the way from the bed to the bathroom
We should plan all our photoshoots then and there
But wait! To hell with your mobile phone and its camera
Why does it get to store more memories of you than me?
Yesterday, during my walk, I came across a flock of birds
All pigeons but for a solitary dove
Like that single strand of grey hair on your head
Remember that day I discovered it and you broke down?
I try imagining you old and wrinkled
The affection does not diminish a bit
Reminds me of the stagnating water in our kitchen sink..
To hell with all the utensils when you wash them
Why do you hold them so dearly?
To hell with the coffee mug as well
The warmest kiss on your lips should be mine
Can I gift you a packet of straws instead? But wait!
To hell with the straws too. And your toothbrush. And your lipstick.
I have sharpened my pencil again
The pencil shavings show me an exciting version of your eyelids
Can I reroute the path to my office between your eyelashes and your eyebrows?
I have a confession - I threw away your previous pair of glasses
You did not lose them at the restaurant
But your glasses deserved it - spending more time with you than I do..
Kindly hideaway your new contact lenses
And your comb and your wristwatch and your sandals, especially your favourite pillow
I have already contacted a buyer to dispose of all our furniture
I now need to worry about only one problem -
How do I turn a part of myself into your oxygen?