To whom

by Yash Srivastava

I am one lonesome guy

to whom computers happened

to whom a guitar happened in the laziest way

to whom one couldn’t ask for directions to Dabble School

to whom one could tell to whom depression happened

to whom chicken eating happened

to whom clothes were given to wear in the laziest way

to whom was given a timeglass by a psychiatrist, that happened

to whom who then called himself an athiest

to whom atheism then happened

to whom who was maddened by his belief in non-belief

to whom you wrote letters when he wasn’t half as mad

to whom you say you love

to whom it occurs that lovey-dovey poems such as these end at love

to whom it is seldom told that love is the only way he can happen

to whom this seems like a valid belief anyway

to whom you say you love them

to whom all these statements are random in the laziest way

to whom who should have ended his poem with the first mention of love

to whom who then ends the poem with the last mention of love

Yash Srivastava is a tormented and obsessed-after-nothing average-intelligent object with no stakes in poetry and an object such that it belongs to no camp-- an entire fly on the wall or a wall with ears. Yash runs a wordpress blog called Bipolar Bear Journal.