O Sudhir Janardhanan Poems

‘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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You never liked
the taste of mocha
You said it was
coffee laced
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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
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Think,
of dew frosted leaves
fallen, to mulch rot, waiting
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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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Every time
I write about you,
some part of us is lost
to make space
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