Best Poem of O Sudhir Janardhanan

Hush
Silence
familiar, relaxed
has lost its way.

Prattle
tolerates lapses
but, it refuses to stay.

Regular
conversations, tedious,
always draws its path astray . . .
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Night Rain
It rained, on our first night
An incessant, whiney rain
Cooling, with its humidity yet
Raising warm sweat
Why do I remember?
We talked, only of it,
the night over
Searching, seeking something familiar...
We loved rains
But, not this rain

It’s not raining tonight
The breeze, p . . .
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