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Hi, everyone! I don’t really have the time to write a full book, so I write poems. I really love reading poetry as well, and I’d love to see what you have to say. Winner will be decided by the most likes, and I will give them a shout-out in my writing.
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shruthi_r

fade.

I don’t actually remember you

From the first time we met

There was an old phone, an empty house

And dark curtains that danced slowly in dust-dirty sunlight

It felt like your voice poured through my ear into my blood

And never left

I don’t know when I first I saw you

Everyone was loud

And you should have seemed small

Partially lost in the crowd

Partially swallowed by the cloud

It seems like the café itself smoked

The building was on fire

Like a hotpot of burning dreams

I remember the oud that wafted from the saree pallu, flapped by the lady sitting beside me

I had come with them but I left with you

If only you knew

That I don’t remember you

Or anything about you

I don’t recollect you from the first time we touched

There was a room that spun around us

Hardwood floors that couldn’t catch a breath

Sinking, moving, flowing

My legs widowed from my knowing

I wobbled like a fish now alien to the water it grew in

One step forward, three steps back

It felt like a waltz

With a crack and scratch

We’d never move on

I don’t know

Did we almost kiss

There was alcohol-stained breath

Car seats

And noses playing at tilted shifts

I don’t know why you like sleeping so much

Maybe I’d remember the first time we made love

If you woke up and told me

There was nothing I knew that could prepare me

I still can’t say what the feeling is like

It feels like unknowing

I wish I could say that I remember your words

You were so full of them

silences were hardly heard

they were nothing romantic

but they had a bite

like peanut brittle

hard to chew;sweet to eat

I’d try hard to fight them

But they stick on to my teeth

I’d have to work through them for sweet release

Your “nice” thoughts were few and far between

I’d live them like prayers

Repeat them like chants

Till they became nothing

But sounds dissolved into

the mind where they were romanced

You didn’t leave an impression

Neither did your ways

you were there; just as a plain as a sip of tea on a rainy day

like a home I had walked far away

from

so when I did move from the haze that was my life

through the mirrored maze

that was your plight

you were me, reversed

in a game

that had no rules

no middle no end

just a start on an infinite loop

why would I remember you

you are as forgettable as breath

#romance #poetry