The distant drone of an air plane.
A room that is neither dwelling nor residence.
A living where I remember more to secure locks than secure a full life.
I grew up in a culture that taught me all the NOTS’
-NOT to take bike hike except with the chosen one.
-NOT to feel comfort in walking a road after dark
-NOT to yap away nor hold hands with one not yet your husband
-NOT to unveil needs, wants and desires.
I grew up never questioning the ‘NOTS’
I held my perfectly chartered world with not a crease in it until…
Until I met you.
You taught me to dream
-of a ride on the whizz of a machine
-of a drive on the zoom of a wheel
-of a quiet hand held evening by an yet unseen lake
- of being yours forever in the knot of a committed bond
Roots must be stronger than wings.
Else
Why did I
Ride , drive, hold hands, feel the wind against…in journeys travelled just in the mind.
The ‘not’ in the knot…
Has taught me
To lose the taste of longing
Focusing on the metallic taste of cutlery
To wash away need in
The dull taste of tepid water.
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