Another Love

Where can I fit you In the catalogue of love I have kept from past All hidden and tucked Ah, the ones which couldn’t last Neatly arranged ; and in order Those first romances and short affairs Longing glances and stolen stares. Perhaps I will put your name In between my unrequited school crush And…

My heart is a four chambered box

My heart is a four chambered box Where I keep snippets of my childhood Locked and hidden Each memory is a pearl Beaded into a necklace of longing Every person I met and everyone I loved Left me a trinket, a coin, a chain That now lie somewhere in that box. There is no lock,…

The ways you said, ‘I love you.’

I think of the ways you said, ‘I love you.’ As a whisper over a cup of tea. Or when I was crying And you held me gently. Was there any thing I missed ? I just knew a boy, I didn’t know his tricks. In August rain, drenched to the bone Or in a…

July

In July I wrote you letters Like lovers of olden days Love, in ink, bleeding on pages That I never sent. The words spoke of how I remembered the long, hazy afternoons And the smell of your sweet perfume That lingered in our room Soaked in sweat Of summer heat. The clear blue skies and…

In March

The year after you left I prepared a banquet in your memory At our old house, of my childhood days Where we lived and where you died. But the feast turned cold The white grains of rice, the yellow dal And the aroma of curry leaves lingered faintly in air The fish you loved lay…

Twenty-three

for my friends, who are forever young

for him.

for a man I am learning to love. a beautiful man, my heart.

Plant your own garden

Plant your own gardenIn a world which tells you who you should bePlant your own gardenIn your heart, soul, mind and body. Plant you own gardenWith beautiful thoughts and kind wordsPlant your own gardenWith love for all, the beasts and birds. Plant your own gardenBecause the more you grow, the more you’ll seePlant your own…

Tombstone Verses-I

Forgotten promises In a lonely twilight As the sun set in the distant horizon An orange hue cast against the pastel sky I walked alone in the dim, grey forest. The dark trees echoed old tunes of the past An ephemeral sound of what couldn’t last. Unspoken words carried by the howling wind Elegies written…

Quarantine musings: Loneliness in 21st century

Lately I can say that I am closest to be being a vampire than I have ever been all my life. I wake up at around 12 in the afternoon, break my ‘nightly’ fast by having lunch, then sleep again till late evening. Then I am fully awake at night, equipped with fast net speed…