Just nothing...
- A. Thiagarajan
When you are not with me
I think of you
I write poetry
haiku
tanka
and imagine...
call you
write mails
to all and sundry
go out
and smoke
two cigarettes in chain...
when you come
see me
and be with me
I am just there
nothing else
is-
just nothing
you & me
rest is nought
no haiku, no poetry
no nothing..
do I want to write poetry
I dont know
