Some contorted shape <br />lost in checkered <br />light and dark I stay. <br /> <br />In bright spaces <br />of the shadow, <br />lit by a waning moon, <br />stoned eyes stare <br />at dark moods <br />that flit through the room. <br /> <br />Seeking images <br />that memory raises <br />to confuse <br />the reality in a song <br />that was hummed ever <br />but words <br />set to its tune never <br /> <br />Today too they tease <br />those words, which <br />I never could recall <br />when they meant more <br />than now <br />when they come to call <br /> <br />Its raining <br />and the sky has turned <br />a shade of romance. <br />In room's dim corner, <br />on a bedspread <br />of warm embrace <br />I lie in a trance. <br /> <br />The moon <br />traversed its course <br />in an ancient, <br />medieval pathway. <br />It sought and hid <br />its visage away. <br /> <br />Some contorted shape <br />lost in checkered <br />light and dark, play. <br /> <br />O SUDHIR JANARDHANAN<br /><br />O Sudhir Janardhanan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/distorted-5/
