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…

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

On Sundays

On quiet Sunday afternoons sitting by myself, cold tea at hand, A thousand brooding thoughts Rekindling old embers Of love long forgotten, lost in the blurry haze of time My old heart sails the shore at the edge of memory. What will those words sound like if I speak them now, I wonder Will my…

Scribbles – II

what I would say if you could hear me today

Metamorphosis – Seasons Part I

Winter Winter knocked at our door, You asked me to set the hearth aflame To bring out the old, woollen sweaters That I had knitted, years before; With care, three balls of red yarn, A fluttering heart and perhaps With a little more love than now. As you spoke, white vapours Escaped your thin, frail…

Songs of the Sea- I

​ The Great Wave off Kanagawa by Katsushika Hokusai Ferry me across the river of your love, On an old boat of hopes and dreams; I have my heart for a penny, A smile for silver sterling; I carry not the treasures of Arabia But my love is all I bring. So take me to the shores…

if you were my love

​So I have not posted in quite a while. I have no reason but the mundane excuse of how busy I was.  So this poem is just a thought, a simple reflection on love and longing.  if you were my love i would say love me under summer sun beneath dark grey clouds on quiet…