Third Time Over Poem by O Sudhir Janardhanan

I look outside to find the fog near
Restrained, amidst crowded train
Compelled by beaming heart, dear,
I see you, a weaving blotch of colour
Shade of magenta on your shoes,
socks with a mauve hue,
baby pink cardigan and jeans blue

Observe you want to write, so desperately
crave to, this moment, store and share
You carry pens which range in tint
turquoise, violent, wine red, fluorescent pink
Later, this moment will last forever
The letter, you send whenever
I will smile at it for its shades
Imagine, your hand will impress me
only the sway of this iron cage
doesn't let you write in continuous waves
It has gathered speed and I lose control
Your pen no longer steady,
My brain clearly muddy

You start to read Orhan Pamuk's Snow
The hero, there, met his love in a coffee shop
I am reminded, tempted to think of us again,
These days, those are thoughts that hop
You wonder if this will be short lived
You wonder if we will make no progress
Is this a mistake you make third time over?
Or will this elevate me beyond ever
We must look funny to this world.
I look at you and I believe
You are the most beautiful woman in the world.


O Sudhir J / Kiran Prasad

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