By Saranyan BV
Sujay Bose happened to read my poems
somewhere online.
He asked, “Why do you often write about death?
Why don’t you write about wandering among the clouds
And things like that -- beautiful things?”
I was least offended. I replied,
“Only upon death can I wander among clouds\ …
Beautiful clouds, if you prefer.
In death you can choose the clouds.
They’d be so near.”
In a week’s time, I heard of
Sujay Bose’s demise.
I searched for Sujay sitting in my terrace
With hot tea in hand, served in steel tumbler.
The spongy white clouds look beautiful
Moving in the train of time.
Saranyan BV is poet and short-story writer, now based out of Bangalore. He came into the realm of literature by mistake, but he loves being there. His works have been published in many Indian and Asian journals. He loves the works of Raymond Carver.
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