O Sudhir Janardhanan

You never liked
the taste of mocha
You said it was
coffee laced
...

‘Forgive me and forget me’, read the note
Boy who delivered asked, if it was a love note
My sadness did not say much
I had nothing to say as such
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Think
of darkness, streaked images
bared, stripped by lights forlorn
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In the silence
of unspoken verse
I search for words
that makes sense
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The hazed images,
eerie resonances,
mysterious odours
cold touches
...

Think,
of dew frosted leaves
fallen, to mulch rot, waiting
...

There was nothing violent
about the death of your thoughts
from my memories.
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Barren desolate landscape
Nowhere to escape
The noon sun beats down cold
The chill rises from sole to every pore
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.
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Every time
I write about you,
some part of us is lost
to make space
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Have you heard,
the sound of a heart
in pain
When thoughts run
...

Don’t ask me to
just, be myself
I want to be much more than myself
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Muddled
in my mind
lie about
a perfect day’s ruin
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Slick in love’s sweat
you arise from bed
to wash away
all aromas of my,
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Tonight,
Like every day,
you complained at words
I used perchance.
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The emotions
streak
melt, blend
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A grin, that
lights up face with no grace
Body disfigured
as tattoos that mar, raze
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There’s being a lot said
Nothing has been left unsaid
We have used words
Sharper than swords
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The fire, put down by the sun
Body feels the heat run
Over the raging clouds of sand
Look defeat, I age, as I stand
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Some contorted shape
lost in checkered
light and dark I stay.
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