nidifugous
``..he was sui generis, suo moto,
altogether hilarious....``
my love, i remember no nest
not the warm nudges of being fledged...
perhaps a few scars and passing hurts that
branches, boles and corky trunks
left in the fall and slide to a crawl
ignorant of wings and untuned to song...
my love i had neither crest nor song
nor dance to draw you
to some wanton mating...
only a syllabary of ellipses bound by
frailties of the flesh and a hesitant heart...
my love, freed of sweet anticipations
and some endless lap of a gentle flow, i remember how i adored you once
with the lustre of words cleansed of meanings...
my love, i once knew pleasures with you ;
of gentle day breaks, harsh noons, middling drizzles,
sunsets and deep nights..let us gift them now
to the wordless spaces we giggled about...
From A Fistful of Twilight, poems by Ajithan G Kurup