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…

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…

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…

Untitled Vol.II

Your heart  A prism, that made a rainbow out of the light of my mundane existence. Your heart, A prison, that kept the colours for itself. And allowed me to relish the darkness. Your heart A mirror, an illusion of your fabricated reality that you made me believe. Your heart A home where you say…