Mislaid Memoirs Poem by O Sudhir Janardhanan

I try to remember
the smell of you on me.
the feel of your lips,
the mysterious flavors
in your kiss.
the supple juiciness
of your tongue.
the touch of you
as my fingers
graze over skin
goose bumps dimpled brazen.
And,
I have to recollect hard
some of you
is getting lost every day.


E'en though I persistently hold on.
it's most difficult
in the mornings.
I search
for the crick in my arm
cradling your head.
your damp hollow
I spooned into to rest.
the shamelessly
roving hair stuck to my chest.
the hangover lingering,
aftertaste of love made.

And
I realize
there is nothing,
instead I try hard
and every reminiscence
fades itself
into a new memory
She creates.
How sad is sadness
when ephemeral thoughts
slide away
to be lost,
to never regain
and new memories
in its stead retain.