I watched with joy
Our conversation, the first
I could not understand
Not the first, but a first.
Where is my thought?
My crush! My fault? Not sure,
I nursed my doubt,
Was my burden
But I could not be burdened,
I understood. I saw familiarity,
déjà vu became reality. What for, I thought?
I am not femme.
Hoping to be back in air soon, I shrugged out,
Leaving as a kid, whose company is not needed, now!
I feel unconditioned
Our new found talk is ‘YOU’!
Her smile like manna, Manner I need
Her Manna I want.
Need or want me not,
I am happy for u, me and another “puhka”. Then,
Am I happy? Happy where I am? Please
Tell me, tell me before I begin to convulse on my words
What I know not about then. And
Who? No, what? Maybe why,
Rather, who what why is shucks?