Bombay, July 2011

This is not the best of times, not the worst
But this is just time, time and time
The best and worst are already past
Or are on their way here, but it’s not now
Because here has shown me some good
And some bad somewhen and then there
Are they that were there in times
Of good or bad

I mind not the rain outside the window
Or the mist on the insides of the window pane
Of this air-conditioned room somewhere here
On the highway with perpetual horns blowing
Through my head, and inside alone I
Only struggle to answer my question –
Libido or Libidon’t?