.... (Re) Think Poem by O Sudhir Janardhanan

Think
of darkness, streaked images
bared, stripped by lights forlorn

of flowers that bloom at night
and die before its morn

of a rose that shed its perfume
but stays waiting on a thorn

of a glow worm that twinkles
and stars tickled in their frown

of nights that fool dew to form
on petals, leaves and lawns

of caressed emotions, cajoled
into memories of ours, worn

of a naughty strand that danced
and refused to be tucked for long

of the loss of love's passion
and love made in rhythm with a song

of soft kisses into love bites
tattooed, after the night's gone.

I think of all these

then I think
of some thought
that goes in search of you

then, of you I Think...