I Feel
I Feel
I feel like the fluorescent bulb
Burning inside a locked house, with the occupants away on a vacation
I am not switched off
So that I keep away the burglars, rats and darkness
I burn…just in case.
I feel like the first grey hair strand
Discovered in a beautiful black head
I am not scissored away
So that my death does not lead to many others like me
I am tolerated…just in case.
I feel like the paracetamol strip
Constantly ignored inside a busy handbag
I am not thrown away
So that my absence does not increase a headache
I am carried…just in case.
I feel like the smoking and drinking disclaimers
Slapped upon a hard-hitting gangster film
I am not blurred out
So that the censor board may reform society through gangsters
I am displayed…just in case.
I feel like the spice container
Seated in a dusty corner of a bachelor’s kitchen
I am not disposed off
So that I may add spice to a cooking session some day
I am stored…just in case.
I feel like the marketing agent of a private bank
Selling love instead of credit cards
“Excuse me! Do you have a minute?”
“Excuse me! Have you heard of this offer of love?”
“Excuse me!”, “Excuse me!”
I am selling love…just in case.
I feel
I feel
I feel…just in case I forget how to feel.