Think
of darkness, streaked images
bared, stripped by lights forlorn
of flowers that bloom at night
and die before its morn
of a rose that shed its perfume
but stays waiting on a thorn
of a glow worm that twinkles
and stars tickled in their frown
of nights that fool dew to form
on petals, leaves and lawns
of caressed emotions, cajoled
into memories of ours, worn
of a naughty strand that danced
and refused to be tucked for long
of the loss of love's passion
and love made in rhythm with a song
of soft kisses into love bites
tattooed, after the night's gone.
I think of all these
then I think
of some thought
that goes in search of you
then, of you I Think...
O Sudhir Janardhanan
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