Wednesday, April 04, 2018

impulsively spoken

hot april melts the heart,
meshes with the mind
and thoughts get meddled

hot tears flow into the drain
meandering through
the jumbled mind

the words spoken impulsively
stay imprinted, nailed-
mauling the psyche

"closest one hurts the most,
and at what cost, and at what cost'


Tuesday, April 03, 2018

faded yearnings

in the locked drawer,
a few gold beads hidden in the recesses,
tinkle away the nostalgia

a brocade border, so intricate
maa had preserved it
lovingly for me

the silver anklets tarnished now, rub into my memories-
the longings, the yearnings

these are now fleeting, reminisced very rarely
fading only now

"I have this bond invisible yet so strong, this is what is so grounding"


Monday, April 02, 2018

it all seems life time ago

it all seems life time ago

the calls, the talks
the silences in between
were never enough

the long drives
the forced stopovers
the pauses that never sustained

even apart, I could feel the breath
and the craving
deeply embedded in me and also you

when the heart recognises
and the mind accepts
only then the soul calls out

"it is there to stay, I know it will stay"


old memories

old memories

I am rewriting over the old memories
creating space to fill in the new ones

why live in past when it's always present?

changes don't bother me
attitudes do
have we fallen so low that
we ask personal questions too?

the few grey strands are testimony of bygone times
yes, I seldom write poetry
that rhymes

"coming back, I am shedding old memories and up with new"