Every time <br />I write about you, <br />some part of us is lost <br />to make space <br />for my memories <br />the way I want, for it to be. <br /> <br />Then you return <br />to remind me <br />of you in my thoughts. <br />And, reminiscences that come back, <br />haunt, <br />hunt sleep into my eyes. <br /> <br />The dreams keep up <br />distorted reflections <br />that swing, slide and turn <br />our stories into images <br />I capture <br />to lose again, awake. <br /> <br />Waking, enchants thoughts <br />absorbing recollections <br />far removed from reality. <br />Love becomes <br />my latest onomatomania <br />sliding off my tongue in <br />varied hues and tastes.<br /><br />O Sudhir Janardhanan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crafted/
