Malaise?

If a cell is a unit of memory
Surrounded by matter...
I must be a memory map
Unforgiving
Insensate and eternal!

If a cell, then, dies
Does that part of me
Get lost forever?

Are you and your
Thoughts
In me

A

Cancer?

An
Unpredictable
Mutation?

Dear Me!

For, do I lose..

In that Carcinoma
When you overwhelm?

Or find myself
Fairly inundated
Terminally
As you seep into
Every nook and
Cranny of my
Consciousness?

Tell me
Dear One,

How will I ever
Cure myself

Of you?




7 January, 2009
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Post Script:

Just posted this last night on the Ah Poetry comm., after an AGE, on Orkut, and so I had to share it here, as I usually do :)

Read this one? For you especially, Dhiren :)

Here

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CARCINOMA

my hand stretches out

unbiddingly -
involuntarily
to reach for the long slim

cigarette.

shaking fingers

burn it to life
scorching it
crumbling it to ashes

taking its breath away
to make me feel.

the white cloud

streams free -
after capture in
rotting lungs.

I know-
I know-
my time has come
as it meant to
relentlessly
crushed out like the
last remains of a long
slim cigarette

the hot orange
stifled to grey ash

And still I do it
Dear god -
Still I do it.

7 March, '84