Pack light, darling.
The deep green of the leaves,
And the deep darkness they hold,
The crispness of the sunlight
(Without which it’s like limp dog-hairs),
The black bitterness of coffee,
The haunting of old Bollywood songs,
The spirit of the blood wine,
The vitality of lethal cigarette puffs,
The intensity of wasted moments,
The colors of my eyes,
The unbearable softness of my touch,
The calm of the snarling world –
Why pack all these things with you,
Whenever you go away from me?
Aren’t you worried that the airline will charge you extra,
The careful woman that you are?