INCOMPLETE MASTERPIECE

You are my most precious incomplete masterpiece

The painting I couldn’t perfect

The poem that contradicted itself in creation

The lost translation

The half-way lost logic of a scientific invention

The delicate flower I crushed in desperation

I would miss u when my cups smell of ginger

When on evenings I see surreal shadows of passersby on the walls

You are the promise I couldn’t keep

I would miss you when songs smell of a glorious past

When pigeons and sparrows wait at my windowsill for grains

When even the happiest gatherings lack luster for just one presence

You are a truth I couldn’t handle.

                                       --by Santhosh Kumar Kana

                                                  (feb.13^th 2013)

The Indelible "You"

Why do I feel you like the flutter of wings here near the palace?
You are like an inexhaustible creative sack I stab every time and come out with the best

On one of these evening walks, one gathers wings, the past bites you like the chill
one is defeated and at times resurrected.

Somewhere through these pains and pining, I look for you like the bright sunshine you have always been.

Will you be at the end of the tether??
Let me hit the bottom and come out cleansed.

My heart skips for you
I feel you when the rain smells fresh and crisp

I feel you when i see the mustard blooms in my backyard

We will always cherish each other like  beautiful memoirs known only to those who wrote them.

When meaning slips off words like an alcoholic, I won't say anything more.

Even if I fail to matter to you ever,
remember,
I would still be in love with you..
You're an infinite presence.

                                                                   -by Santhosh Kumar Kana