Not Just Nebulous Thoughts Hung From A Hammock Poem by O Sudhir Janardhanan

Empty house
waits for somebody, anybody
To run thru' its barren rooms
Pulling up shadows
On the wall, dark,
White washed with gloom

A glass of hope sits, there, on the window sill
To imbibe with warmth, waits, bears the chill
The sun these days, plays hide and seek
W'en eyes rain, fleetingly a beatific peek

Dawn, day, dusk, twilight a wave
Light here doesn't
Brighten or fade
No lamps lit, no breeze flits
Everything here
Dormant, has to fit

Foregone memories try to remember
As recollections flee, smiles dismember
Without casting their prints behind
Laden with pain, find mind

Burdened by emotions hoarded
Fake feelings paraded
In heart's agony, devoid of hate
E'en love loses company
There are no passions today
Me seeking one amongst many

Again, cropped thoughts lead me away sideways
I refuse to push life headlong, anyways
Hung from a hammock, in space, midway
Between none, too many thoughts I sway...

© O. Sudhir Janardhanan