Random Contours/ Gaurav

If you are not here with me
then lost in whose words I,
forget to close the running tap
when I shave.

whose warm smell fills my cold room,
and I run searching for
lighted up incense Stick.

Whose breathes slide on my chest,
and whose dew drops make my cheeks wet?

You can fool others,
but not me,
I know,
you live here only,
with me in my room.