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,…

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…

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…

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…

Quiet Afternoons with Timothée Haze [I] 

The First Chapter – On Longing Dated – 29th December. A Wednesday.  I will make a home in the wind.  But only if it takes me back to you.     “J’espère te revoir.” (French : I will see you again.) ​’ Timothée,  you  remember people when you  forget them. But sometimes, a person lingers…

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…