A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)


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A face that crumbles
into indecipherable letters
on a faded yellow paper.

A heart that melts into
ink, flowing mindlessly

Eyes that chisel your form
out of the air and will
you to live.

The mouth moves in spasms
of agony
calling you.

Senses,in perfection
scent the undeniability
the inevitability, of your

A face that is etched
in my memory –


Usha, 21 July, ’84

Author: Usha Pisharody

A rambler, pretends to be a teacher, loves to dream, and go on Quixotic Quests in the Realm of Romance With Life...

One thought on “Imprints

  1. Ah my memory is bad , I don’t remember reading this before 😛 forgive me :P———————————Wow this one strikes like a swordAbsolutely clear picture n description of those subtle feelingsLoved this usha 🙂


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