POEM_: Sunshine Trilogy I

Talking to the Sunshine
I get tired of journeys
I get tired of my job,
of driving
of being driven
crazy by my mother’s demands.
I get tired of seasons;
of summer, of winter
even, of monsoons.
I get tired
of conforming to the society’s diktats.
I get tired
of screaming queens
of scheming activists.
I get tired of my desire
for sexy boys with massive dicks.
I, often, even get tired
of myself.

What I never
seem to get tired of
is talking to you.
Any time, any place;
with you, without you;
I can talk, and talk forever
to you.
Sometimes,
I talk in prose
sometimes in third class
poetry like this.
Sometimes in the surreal
language of the dreams.
And sometimes without talking at all.

You are my life
my sunshine,
how could I get tired
of being with you…

- owais

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This was earlier published in Trikone Magazine / Bombay Dost and in the anthology, 'Yaraana'.