by Gopikrishnan Kottoor
Even the twilight has no knowledge of your neo rhythms. Why twilight? because it is the blood of light and must keep love's weanings in; So it does not matter that in washed away caves of meaning unsaid, your recessed tides recant the fables of my blossoming flesh; and though in that memory, every leaf counts in time though it shelters the birds and bees and is a tall tree for the storms and can stay memory is still memory for you and me; And even the twilight that does not know the meanings you carved out of love's slaughter and thought you won it all in the end, who lost, who gave in, who'll give away still this you will think, toss your graying hair about, and upon your pillow carve, hills and mountains, in that twilight flow you wish you crossed, as you now sink slow, and away, away, into sleep.
Copyright ©:Gopikrishnan Kottoor
Last updated May 30, 2012