Questionable Memories Poem by O Sudhir Janardhanan

In the missing places amidst cities
there are spaces obscured
from where the sound
of the outside world is kept away.
Noises that haul you back
into the hole that you want to flee.
A world that refuses to be
pushed out of the mind far away.

My memories transport me
to the place that I knew.
The recollections so different,
from, of the people inhabited with me.
They remember it so another way.
They memorize the tears
I remember the smiles where.
I remember the mischief and
for them a world full of lies there

I always did hate to say goodbyes.
And, kept saying them all the time.
I only wish the instance stays forever, ever.
And what happens,
happiness never remains ever, forever.

And the forlorn lime tree
(Floored in) surrounded by tiled vitality
To bring a wished Mediterranean ground,
remind a place that I never visited.
Believe that I was witnessing
the beginning of time, in that one
refusing to sprout eternal lime.
Ephemeral conjectures of how love is better
on some unknown Spanish shore?

So what do you tell where it deepened
In times that remained true, nothing happened.
The only thing that I do remember
same with everybody else
is the time you walked out of the room
After whispering,
a scream in my ears,
'I think, I don't love you anymore…'