The blue denim with his deep, raw scent
The unclaimed toffees on his table where he painted me in words beyond words
The littered scrawls
the infinite consonants of love
where I took shape from shambles
the broken sunglass, those dreamy eyes that fathomed me
the frozen moment of a surreal twilight that melts me
the dewy cotton mouchoirs that blotted his breath.
i pilfered one by one
getting into his den
our E’den’
where our whispers and whimpers seeped through the walls
till the day the cot dismantled
and we broke like its parts.
Now I am made of all that I pilfered.
-Santhosh Kana
Lovely !!!! but intricately designed and this special feature marks your poem’s
Literary affluence. Just three sentences and you unravel the effort behind this touching piece..Commendable Creation ..Kana !
Wow!! that’s really sweet of you! Thanks galore for sparing time, reading and sharing your views in your inimitable style.