Death Of Thought Foretold Poem by O Sudhir Janardhanan

Muddled
in my mind
lie about
a perfect day’s ruin
Brilliant azure wall,
plagiarising the sky,
don’t hide blue pall

Outside
on the parapet
Alone,
a one legged pigeon
stands woefully
staring into my thoughts
Doleful eyes bind
at the deformity

Pile up feelings
of forgotten passion,
rediscovered,
embrace ennui
The tongue tastes fear
slime on the teeth
The breath sombre stinks
putrefying ideals

The pen abruptly jerks,
slides sideways
Collecting, connecting
disjointed words
Pauses, with the idea
a scrawl illegible
as wasted lament
descends

Words falter,
lead by emotions
in a halter
Hop on lame feet
amongst scraps
of scribbled sheets
Destitute remains
view deformed

Not volant on paper
unread,
it foretells
death of the thought...