Theme: Monologue


I speak alone because
I do not know his answers.
And yet, you want to be heard.

I want to tell him that I have
Closed and sealed my skin.
Baby, I told you, love can hurt.

I have exiled my heart.
This is a lonely, lonely world,
Even with a lover.

Since I know the difference
Between believing and being in love
Oh! You know nothing.

I have stopped
My frantic search
For the Buddhas
Only they came to you,
in ones, twos, tens.

When I think of
Yasodhara, his wife
Left behind alone and
Large with child'
What about the good things, huh?
Recollect them. Remember that
Memory is a mere vending machine'


More By  :  Meena Kandasamy

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