I received your SMS this morning.
What am I after all?
But a nameless shadow of infatuated consummation
Of deliquescent cold frozen by time.
Take it Cool.
Marriage is only a wedding of two corpora.
Don’t eschew sleep when get dreamy.
What had happened is only true;
rest is fancy and a big lie.
I don’t vex you reminding of our dates…as usual.
Whenever you feel like, you are welcome.
Never think twice… souls have no inhibitions.
The smiles you left between the books in the rack
Are still intact … unmildewed.
There’s some vanilla
And four or five beer bottles in the frig
To meld with cheeks in darkness.
There were profound melodies
And faded hues in the broken flute’s eyes
For residual renderings.
Will a kiss on the dried and cracked lips
Be better than speaking to a wall
…its paint peeling off?
Who knows?
“You fool… what’s this crazy writing?”
Well, if you want to think this to be so, be it so.
Whenever you feel like seeing me,
Don’t hesitate. Mirrors have no face.
Nothing changes.
The sky hovering over the roof remains still.
All forms are informal.
Nobody can smell the sea under the soil.
But,
There are things that only you could express.
What remains is to commit them
Before they slip off from memory.
.
Dr. Vamshidhar Reddy
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