1021…
lying at the extreme end
you must be thinking
of popcorns, Sherin, bolster home
or love in the time of cholera
oblivious of your present identity
you must be thinking
how beautiful your name sounded
when Sherin uttered
on a random night-out
whispers around
they said –
you are a medico legal case
1021-against it
the length of your body
breadth across the shoulder
weird mole near the left ear
finger impressions…
all recorded
in the unfriendly register
I wondered
is 1023 too is thinking
of popcorns…
Musings '12
11 years ago
4 comments:
am at a loss for words... great is the least that i can say. after a long time read something so good and moving...
puts things in perspective...
thanks...but so much praise...you are being too generous...edited the poem many times...was not happy with the flow...as I have always said its easy to think but when you sit to write word ceases to flow...
the silent space between 1021 and 1023 encompasses a lifetime... i wont try to measure that with my extended arms, but would rather hug myself to feel it somewhere in my own warmth...
@Sigrid Rahn- well said...we cant measure it ever...
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