Little..Do they know?... Did we know?

They said that wounds hurt,... leave scars..
Burns... torch and scald the skin forever..
Little do they know...

Your kiss left no visible scars..
Your clasp left no marks... forever
A moment's whim... We did not know....

Those that know and speak ... of scars
Little... do they know...the truth we know..
Of hurt.. Of love... The pain that lasts forever...

Have you held happiness?

Have you held happiness in your palm..forgetting all else
Or have you chased it relentless like it was a furtive butterfly in a flighty path, elusive to all..
Do sit, ever so still...So happiness may grace her presence, a moment or less..
She is a truant mistress, who will call you to her bidding...her beck and call..
To submit to happiness is to wait for her...patient for her gentle mercy...
Beg her, plead or call in anger and she shall ignore your every call .
Wait for her, and she shall come to you, unbidden...

Emptiness is...Heavy

Emptiness is...

...heavy..,

In my vapid soul,

Resides an empty hole..

It contradicts your absence..

With it's reminding presence

...heavy,

Emptiness is...

Loudest in the room...To Mansplaining...

No, I am not the loudest in the room....
No, I won't cut your sentence in its midst...halfway
No, I won't brush your opinion away with a broom
No, I won't reword and paraphrase what you say...
No, I won't dismiss your thoughts saying they have no room...
And yet...I sometimes believe...
I should often be the loudest in the room..
Gag your words with mine and have my way!
Stress my opinion as mine and own the room..
Call you out for rephrasing my existence as you have your say...
Make you admit my thought's credence...Call me a witch with a broom
Use your adjectives, aggressive and more..as though I were in your way...
Maybe, yes, maybe then...I should be in your way...
If that is the only way...we women have our way!
Maybe I should!

The clasp of our fingers...

I often imagine our fingers entwined in a clasp..
Like our souls find themselves...entwined...
Wound around each other...in a cyclic grasp
Our fingers.. though they only know....
The freedom from the other's clasp...
And not the pain from it's loss
Our souls...in utter contrast don't really know...
The escape from love's eternal clasp...
Instead, they know and feel the pain from this loss..
This loss that our careless fingers chose not to grasp..

Somewhere..under the Azure Sky...

Somewhere under the Azure sky...
You and I..
Our restless souls meet and dance, each night..
Unknown to the dormant world...fast asleep..
That..to our resounding love will never wake..

Somewhere under the Azure sky,
You and I...
Our hearts hum the same tune, each day..
Silent, unheard to the noisy world awake..
That, hears not the silent melody of our dreams asleep

Somewhere under the Azure sky..
You and I...

Choice

The burden of  a thousand lives...
A thousand lives that I could have lived
They weigh down the one life I live...
With it's burden, I fight to love and live...
What could be or couldn't be..
Anchors my thoughts, if I let it be..
My buoyant spirit bobs up back and forth in time
In an effort to live and relive the seams of time
Those many crossroads, when both paths did beckon..
And yet, we chose one...for we knew not enough to reckon..
The choices were many....but for the choice...
The choice where we never needed to choose..
Never needed to choose between ...a thousand lives..
When each life was your soul's yearning to choose..

Good times...38

As I grow older, a little less wilder and more wider in age's company
The faint circles around my eyes hint age's lost innocence
The hidden wrinkles try to express their ugly presence
Strands of grey hair have found more hidden company
Youth's splendor and teenage dreams surreptiously....live on
In faint recollections... life moves on...
I am not yet old...they say...to call myself old..
But, to call myself young, I am no longer that bold..
My heart...though..it  never learns its lessons of time and wisdom
It remains impish as ever, ignoring time, loving freedom
It craves no less like an impetuous teenager..now and then
It skips and dances and dreams today as it did then
It pauses to see the leaves dances and birds tweet
It finds pleasure when rain and earth meet
It spends idyll time watching clouds retreat
It knows not that world does not follow it's beat
It knows not the ambition of power and money
It knows not the sheer wealth of materialism..Honey!
It seeks not the ladder of career nor the luxury of earning
It sits in the quiet loneliness of heartbeats, yearning
It leaps in joy for no reason or rhyme
It lives ...a moment at a time..
My mind watches my heart often like I  playfully watch my daughter
Sometimes with sheer agony and sometimes with laughter..
For my mind's pursuits to my heart never did matter...
A year older, the unusual couple of my heart and mind...
have learnt to live like old nagging couples, forever bind
Fighting and each holding the other in trying times..
Yes, 38 and fighting....my heart and mind...Good Times!

For every woman!

For every woman who raises her voice to win
There are many whose voices are drowned in the din
For every woman who find her place in the sky
There are many who fall from the sky
For every woman who proves her mettle
There are many who lost their struggle
For every woman who reaches for her dream
There are many who have not a path to their dreams
For every woman asserts her presence
There are many who live in cloaks of absence
For every woman, tired and ready to give up...
There are many who hope you stay your course..
For every woman, questioning if it is worth it... It is..
There are many who find hope in your response.. Hope is!

Conjectures

There are conjectures...infinite
One is that twin primes are infinite
Twin primes that differ by two...
I wish there was a certain Mathematics too..
One that measures the probability finite..
Of us being together in love... infinite..
Our souls don't follow the predictability of reason..
They change conjectures with each season..
We hold on to finite love as though it were infinite..
As though twin souls like twin primes are infinite!

Two poets spoke..

Two poets spoke of this and that..
That sadness was their verse..
That laughter was a lie..True..that!
That truth, had nobody to converse
Yes,the two poets spoke of this and that..

To Aditi .. My poet friend..

Indifference

When I finally rest...
I know not if that will be peace
Scientifically, death at it's best
No before... or after... to pen a piece

The hungry worms shall be morose
That I chose the pyre, and not the grave
In smoke, I shall disappear without prose
I shall face death someday, not tonight, Be brave

When I do, I hope that you go on without care
Feel plain and simple  indifference..
Accept that death is fair and square
Love life more... with the newfound reverence

To be sad would make no difference,
To my soul or it's absence, for it did already disappear
Be like the flowers.. Happy blooming with indifference
Midst of others that have wilted after their time of the year

Cherish every moment more..
The wind, the rain and stillness too
In my absence..  Will to live ever more...
For that is fair and square too...

I sit down to write to you..

Lumps of constrained sadness...I try to swallow
The heavy insoluble lump stays... recalcitrant

"Our love" I write...I strike it; The word "love" seems trite and hollow..
To define this formless and nameless verse,
That like liquid, takes shape and form of the universe.

I feel the clasp of this quarantined sadness....
The clasp hardens, crushing my soul..resistant

"I miss you"..I  write..Banal!.I elide it; The diaphanous phrase..hollow!
Vapid words that I struggle with your absence,
Ironically, I battle your presence, an all encompassing presence.

"Let us talk?"..I compose...and then recant it..Silence...
Yes, I did sit down to write to you..
"You" I wrote...

Celestial altitude

I sat by the windows, the sun invading my solitude
A Steller' jay sat on the branch of the tree outside..
She caught my fancy, as she perched...a lofty attitude
I wished you saw her too, and you were by my side!
She flew away, leaving me,...on to her celestial altitude
Like how you left in the ebbs of the lunar low tide..
Did you and this bird, together, in blues.. collude?
Impermanence...fleeting and yet eternal!.. I confide...
That momentous love does stay forever, no matter how you delude!

I don't miss you.. No! I don't!

When I see leaves rustling in circles under the tree's protected view
My mind won't circle all it's thoughts around you..
When I catch sunshine filtering through the umbrella of trees
Your memories won't seep in through those leaves and tease
When I admire how the white snow caresses the proud mountain peak.
Your caressing face won't reappear to make my resolve weak
When I play with the shadows of my hands on the wall..
I will deny the shadow of our imagined clasp on the wall
When I breathe the scent of dry earth surrendering to rain
I will negate my souls declaration s of surrender..in vain!
I won't miss you...No! I don't! I won't! I do..

Gently fade!

Gently faded like the yellow tattered edges of an old book,
Lying unread in the high shelves of  bookshop, quaint, where none look...
The world gently forgets it's presence.. the old musty book...
And yet...my fingers will find you..ardently searching...My old book;
I shall reach out to your soul, where none else look
And I shall hold you close... Read love like an open book...
My love for you...like that for an old book!

I hug trees

I love to hug trees.. Yes, I do
It feels like the world hugs back
In the trunk's embrace, I find love..I do
The pure love that can never turns it's back
In nature's arms I nestle, yes I do..
Watch it's branches yearn for the sky
I feel the same pain, I do..
To yearn for love,not knowing...why..
I hug trees...yes I do

Wild Unicorns...

They told me, yes they did...
There are no unicorns...
Mythical, beautiful, ethereal..
And at once of you I thought...I did...
You and me, wild unicorns...
To this world...we don't exist, ethereal!
But yes, you and me...wild unicorns...

At dusk and dawn...

At dusk, she looks out of her window...with lights, dim
She sees her soul pulling at the tethers of her heart..with every whim
Longing to fly back to where it belongs....to him..
And yet at the window, she stays...with lights, dim...

At dawn, he stands outside a teashop...with a crowd, alone
He sees his mind wandering to the nape of her neck...with every breath
Longing to sense and feel her, for he knew she belonged to him..
And yet at the teashop, he stands...with a crowd, alone..

Sometimes...Just Sometimes

Sometimes...To be tied...is to be free...
And..To be free, is to be tied...


Sometimes...To be gagged...is to express...
And..To express.. is to be gagged..


Sometimes...To submit..is to lead...
And...To lead..is to submit


Sometimes...To deny..is to accept...
And..To accept..is to deny....

Sometimes..Just Sometimes...

He loved her..

He told her the news...this and that.
A terrorist, Omar, was dead
A leader, Kalam, was dead.
This and that,

Outside his window,
An accident..life moves on..
The view outside his window..
A quaint temple, a river flows on
This and That

He loved her..