Language. Cross out.
Words. Cross out.
Thoughts. Cross out.
But how do I forget
That silent
Intense
Surreal
Way I feel
Around you?
Words. Cross out.
Thoughts. Cross out.
But how do I forget
That silent
Intense
Surreal
Way I feel
Around you?
Every year, I think about you. Not too many times, but consistently, a few times. And each time I am not sure how I should feel. There is a vague sense of loss, a subtle tinge of abandonment, a painful realisation of independence. But mostly, there is just a numb nothingness. Who were you? I am not even sure I remember your face. Your smile, yes. Your eyes, too. But in pieces, in context. I can't imagine your reaction in a new situation. I can't see you as you may have become. I can only see the frozen moments that I have embalmed in my head. I wonder if you feel the need to see me. If you imagine what it may feel like to talk to me now. If you wish you had known me all this time. If I am even a real person to you. If you have convinced yourself that I don't exist. Perhaps it isn't as simple as moving on, as erasing, as avoiding. Maybe it's an intense removal, a complete denial. I don't hate you. I don't love you. It's an absence of anything ta...
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ReplyDeletehe he....vignesh...."that" could temporarily cloud...not really help
ReplyDeletezoya...why would one want to forget anyway? nice feelings must become memories to be treasured and relived when one wants!!
A II
Vignesh & a2 - lol. Why would you interpret it so literally? The poem is about not forgetting. About wanting to find one more reason to remember. Alcohol helps when you want to forget painful things. This on the other hand is about a beautiful moment that doesnt require to be clouded!
ReplyDeleteAlso, this poem was written two years ago. I put it up here as a testimony to the fact that I still remember the person and the moment.