One look, one word
And I died everyday
I didn’t kiss you
Now, after 23 years
I still live
For one word, for one look
And for one kiss
To encode life
Into my 23 pairs
One look, one word
And I died everyday
I didn’t kiss you
Now, after 23 years
I still live
For one word, for one look
And for one kiss
To encode life
Into my 23 pairs
Tied to our younger dreams
Mistaking them to be our secrets
Glorifying them, and
Dramatically becoming weary
When it comes to a woman
You are only what she accords you
Framed in her silence,
Only that.
And if you are offended by this
Then you are not madly in crush with her
Fix this first.
What is this pain in my heart Longing, that old friend and old enemy, That’s what it is. Longing to come home, forgetting that Home is no longer home Longing to press my cheek To the faded cement floor Imagining...
To you, I said I had a crush on you Thinking that you will imagine only little boys have crush, And so will spare me of your adult indignation. This morning, still buried in that crush, I opened my eyes and saw Only...
Haven’t heard from her for two days. She’s quiet, and I am Making do with her brief messages Asking me to send my pics. In these quiet moments, In her confident pauses, I know–I can feel, An expansion...
Was it November? Heaps of cigarette ash in the tray. Who would believe If I tell them now, How we had internalized This song already by then. How we had the world in our fists already then, How our fingers were crazy...
Copyright © Raj Karamchedu.