Awakening '03

The mailbox is gasping
Bouquets sit  silence
The telephone asserts itself
With a relentless scream
Outside the window
It is spring with a vengeance
Wayward melodies flit through
My door of solid teak
I stand tired, of sweeping
The many ashes of love
Itching to bathe away
Stubborn fragrances
O, Reckless lover
Your charm is heady
perfect it for an else
I am through with mourning
This slumber is over
Tomorrow I intend celebrating Spring

I Am Not My Words '11

Please do not

Smugly judge
My state of mind
By my verse
And assume I’m dark
And ride a Hearse
When really
I’m far, far worse ;-)

Shaky Second Innings

"You are blessed"
They whisper..
"For another chance
To settle down"

She listens
intently
and conceals
The little frown

Then forces forth
A smile
While adjusting
The wedding gown

Now she's getting
Kinda nervous
That he too
May let her down.

The She Snake

She don't need a cobra
To kill her
With its bite
She sure as hell
Can do the job
Right

Oh she needn't
(NEVER EVER)
An enemy make
She cooks more venom
Than a regular snake!

Of a Different Time '98

Your shoulders drooped
With the burden they bore
Of rich little trinkets of love
Making their way
From a distant shore
Under your 
Accusing gaze
I stood

Empty handed
In my respectable penury
Not observing similar
Courtesies of Love
For my wealth was me
And all of me
Was with all of you
Already. . .already!

A Different Kind Of Heart Break

Many a movie
On cheap tickets
From the front most rows
In theaters we watched
And scrimped to spend
On cheaper fried rice
Served hot and spicy
By the roadside
We shared
Our wardrobes
Delighting in the newest
Permutations and combinations
Engineered in front of
The hostel bathroom mirror 

With our lives almost 
We fiercely guarded 
Our little electric heater
That remained concealed
Under the bed
In a yellow polythene bag
Only to emerge 
Late at night
To clandestinely cook
That coveted pack 
Of Maggi noodles…

Over a decade and a half 
Has passed since
But the intensity 
Of our bonding 
Still makes me burst 
Into long winding narrations 
To my interested little gal
I refuse to break it to her 
That you have forgotten 
What I still remember 
So vividly 
So fondly

I refuse to accept 
That for you 
I am now a stranger 
And that our friendship 
Has long run its course.