And so here we are
Back again
To you being you
Me being without you
An old poem, dressed in new clothes.
And so here we are
Back again
To you being you
Me being without you
An old poem, dressed in new clothes.
First cold hands, then warm you Like a front’s coming Soon sheets of macrolove Envelope me and you See, see? See how Showers of microkisses Fly up from you to me Defying gravity While, Fat raindrops falling On...
Amma, today I talked to someone Whom you would approve To lay me in my grave. Driving home, I said to you: Have you heard, have you heard? The sound of her heart beat filled to the brim with kindness that doesn’t...
With a blade, a shovel and a pickaxe
It must have seemed to you,
When you tried to invite me to the
State of grace that opened up to you
Strip, strip strip strip Strip everything strip That look from the corner of your eye, strip That raising your eyebrow in a tease, strip Strip that microsecond look of longing at me, strip Strip that touching my...
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
Copyright © Raj Karamchedu.