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,…
Category: youth
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…
Twenty-three
for my friends, who are forever young
Lover
Lover, Daisies in my hair, a yellow dress Bare feet and red lips You were there Hands pressed Against my fingertips. In Spring we loved We loved like how lovers did. Lover, A blue umbrella, Crystal clear skies Popsicle sticks and ice We stood in sun Warm haze and white lies Walking in our rose…
Scribbles – II
what I would say if you could hear me today
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…
His Love; A poem. For him. Not us.
The Kiss by Gustave Klimt (1908) So I write poems sometimes when I am sad, happy, thoughtful or inspired. I wrote this poem for someone whom I once knew. Or perhaps loved. But as we know, all stories of love do not have to be love stories, right? His love. His love is like the streaks…
Praveka: The Choice. A poem on death and suicide.
I like poetry. Words. Poems. Life. Love. Existence. For me, all of these are interwined. And so is death. I wrote a poem on death some time ago. It has a simple message to convey. ‘Suicide does not end the pain. It passes it on to others.’ Death is never an answer to any difficulty…
Roses & Moss. 