Treasure Island

sundaram chandrakalaadhar

(30.07.1945 / vaththalagundu, tamilnaadu, india)

IF ALONE MEMORIES ARE ERASABLE !


IF ALONE MEMORIES ARE ERASABLE!


&



IS TOTAL ERASURE POSSIBLE?



WHEN THE BODY IS INCINERATED



THE ASH REMAINS-



HOW THEN TO ERADICATE THE ASH?



INCIDENTS DIE



BUT THE MEMORIES STICK ON-



HOW THEN TO ERASE THE MEMORIES?



&



WHEN GOOD THINGS WANE



AS THE FOOTPRINTS OF THE BREEZE



THE PRESSURE OF VIOLENT THOUGHTS



AS CHISELLED PRINTS ON ROCK



REMAIN INDELIBLE IN THE RECESSES OF MEMORY-



IN THE DARKNESS OF THE NIGHT



AND DEEP IN THE NEST OF THE IRIS



MEMORIES GLOW IN RED HOT FLAMES-



HOW THEN TO ERASE MEMORIES?



&



S.CHANDRA KALAADHAR

Submitted: Tuesday, August 16, 2011

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