Physical
How?
How do you manage to do this?
I knew you were there –
rather I was there…
It was me
and the joy
at the first watch dad bought
at the first terelene shirt he got
at the first touch of her breast
it was me…
it has become a you now –
the magician's trick of
disappearance without a trace
like the traceless movement of the
gentlest of breezes
the touch,
the body,
that kiss of life –
physical
where… where…
only memories…
were they your's even at that time?
wordless
bloody silence
end
• A.Thiagarajan, postgraduate in English, taught in colleges in India, before joining the the finance sector. He has been writing in English and Tamil since college days. His work (poems, haiku, short stories and articles) has appeared in numerous anthologies and magazines including Subtle Tea, Poetic Diversity, A Little Poetry, Poetry Canada, pwreview, poetrysuperhighway, betterkarma, Indolink, The Heron's Nest, Haiku Harvest, Roadrunner, Simply Haiku Meghdulam, and Mainichi. He says the nuances of relationship between individuals, mental pain and the cruelty we inflict on each other and ourselves are his obsession. He lives in Mumbai, India with his wife, Rama.
