Crafted Poem by O Sudhir Janardhanan

Every time
I write about you,
some part of us is lost
to make space
for my memories
the way I want, for it to be.

Then you return
to remind me
of you in my thoughts.
And, reminiscences that come back,
haunt,
hunt sleep into my eyes.

The dreams keep up
distorted reflections
that swing, slide and turn
our stories into images
I capture
to lose again, awake.

Waking, enchants thoughts
absorbing recollections
far removed from reality.
Love becomes
my latest onomatomania
sliding off my tongue in
varied hues and tastes.