Poetry

If I love you, would I then feel that tingling in my skin, the flutter in my heart? If I love you, would I then view the world through tinted lenses; while we live in stolen glances? If I love you would I make your world better? Would you be …

If memory serves me right then a memory cannot write. But I, just think that if they could, do you think they would? And if they truly could, then what it is that they would? Write, I mean? What would they write back about, the past is under a shroud! …

  Even though I am old and my bones are weary & creaking. My soul nurtures a wish for life; it wants to give it everything. It wants to live more, for yearning still holds court in my heart. Even though my body has given up, my mind wants a …

If memory serves me right, then I must say That I keep forgetting what I should remember.   I plunder into the depths of my brain, I rack it in order to ascertain; What it was that I was to remember?   Casting things asunder, I compartmentalize. Until I realize …

Like a lantern in the night sky that on a zephyr floats; In the empyrean garden, I let my hopes float too. The sylvan charms of life, coax my surrender But, I nurture a dream; I aspire to be. Buoyed by the melody that the gentle breeze sings, My marauding …

Are we owed an apology? I guess, we are. For all the petty fights we did not get into. For all the laughs that we did not have. For all the jokes we could not tell. Yes, we are owed an apology. But will God apologize? I guess, he should. …

  Lord you have taken my sun, my moon, my star. You have taken my only child, so very far. Let him now rest his weary head on a cottony cloud. Please hold him dear, should he call for me out aloud.   Lord you have taken my joy, my …

I lie in bed; I toss and turn; in my head a thousand thoughts churn. I pull up the covers, I throw them off. I can hear my brain scoff. I feel the cool night caress me, its coaxes, it entices but, Stress prevails, tension impinges; sleep still eludes me. …

A single ray fell, illuminated a tiny speck of Earth and from that marriage of light & soil, it took birth. Such was the love between land and heaven that when together, the sapling’s birth was a given.   A tiny life, so precious that took on a form of …

A stranger’s hand clutched in mine, I walked the Saptapadi. Apprehensive of what the future held, head bowed like Draupadi. I walked around the yajna, as Hindu custom mandated. It was my wedding, so today; I was bound to another as was fated.   My father had done the Kanyadaan, …