Imprints

January 27, 2008 by Usha Pisharody 1 Comment

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

A heart that melts into
ink, flowing mindlessly
unthinkingly
apologetically.

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
absence.

A face that is etched
in my memory –

Unforgivably.
Almost.

Usha, 21 July, ’84