.. so ?

.. yes.. may be I don’t know him that well

but I ..

know his dreams, disillusion and discomforts
the color of his eyes and the smell of him
the stretch marks, black moles and cuts
the injuries .. on his skin and on memories
the childhood etched in sweet sibling rivalry
the mistakes of his youth and pride of loss
the dried flowers in his old unused dairies
the slips, slang, revenge and redemption
the poem which he baked in the sunshine
the phrase which he placed well in the bin
the nostalgia that defines his subdued pride
the faces from past which still bring his spark
the idiosyncrasies, day dreams and escapism
the care out of love and love out of fear of loss
the abrupt switch of his thoughts and silly jokes
the pain in his happiness and that half smile

I thought .. I know quite a lot.. but may be not..


2 thoughts on “.. so ?

  1. hey amrita..this poem is a lovely read..and so is the letter to mother.. i think it is something that we all connect to at some level..nice going through your blog..would keep reading and you keep writing..cheers!svetlana

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