Ananta Madhavan Poems
'Did I Ever Exist? '
I am not sure I ever lived, except in this imagined space,
This concoction of words that perhaps make a little sense
To a kindly heart like yours.
If I was never born,
I never died. Was I immortal
Without ever being me, a person with a body, mind and soul,
Like you, but different, a unique variant?
I am no freak, no fiction, once I was a fact,
If Time can be trusted, solar or cosmic.
My tale is sad and simple. Mother's womb
Was all the world I ever knew
Before I grew to be a person,
Rather than a form of words, your words, this ...
You rise in variants of hurt memory.
But my love bleeds on.
Healed, I shall have no biography,
Except those hurt-enriched imaginings.