I Don'T... Poem by O Sudhir Janardhanan

I don't travel much
And don't reach anywhere as such
As far as my eye can see
black tarred road a serpent uncoiled
stretches in never ending spree
I have forgotten to see
Destination, in the travel I seek

I don't talk much
And don't hear my thoughts thus
The resounding stillness I hear
is of sheet grey waves
lash at the shore near
My ears search to heed
The echoes of silence indeed

I don't feel much
And don't hate the world thresh
The blind spot my mind seek
The cacti prick the finger
to sprout blood spot flower in a streak
My fingers search for answers when
The eyes refuse to divulge them then

I don't love much
And don't get hurt as such
The love does torment mean
My heart in recompense
for I did let in tempest green
Envy, a mirror that mars love
Don't want to see my face in that hurtful cove

I don't love much
I don't feel much
I don't talk much
I don't travel much
My soul I don't hear much
The hearts agony plead,
The shrill silence in the scream
the pause in between the pound, beat
Eclipses, all the voices in its stream
When from love, love retreats


© O. Sudhir Janardhanan