To love is to let go

To love is to let go

And yet, to love is to want with all your heart

The one person, to complete you

Funny, how it can mean sharing their joy

And basking in their excitement

While feeling bereaved

Oh that bittersweet twitch that is love

To love is to let go

But how can I tell my heart

The one who fills it with sunshine

Needs to be free, to be the sun

That two free birds

Are meant to be apart

To love is to let go

While the opposites reconcile

Great joy at their happiness

And deep sorrow at your loss

The need to be one, together

And to be one, alone,

Selfless. And selfish

To love is to let go

Watch them run to you

And also step away

With their back to you

Let go

No matter how hard

Where the words lie

On the other side
Of that great wide Arch
Lie all the words
Piled together sky high
A veritable treasure trove
Of all the nouns, verbs
Adjectives you use
To bare your soul
Your thoughts and emotions
Some true, some fiction
Some imply, others infer
Questions and answers
To everything you ever wanted
So how do you get past
The great wide Arch
Across the invisible seams
That separate the two worlds
Like Rowling’s archway, the Veil
Transparent black curtains
Separate the words
With the unread
For if you don’t read
You won’t get the words
But if you don’t have the words
How do you read?
Simple, with a rope
Tie one word to another
Form a chain and pass it through
The Veil that stops you
Hook it to the mountain you seek
And slowly entice
You get one, the others follow
Like a hungry but scared
Badgered roadside animal
Used to a harsh life
The words, come
Scared of misuse
Of inflicting pain and misery
Of breaking bonds
Razor sharp, their ends
At the end of the day
Why get the blame
For being the perpetrator
When at fault here
Is the Mastermind

In search

Down the rabbit hole

I jumped in search

Of the voice, lost

Long back amidst

The chaos of every

Day’s monotony

Of feelings felt

But left unturned

Of thoughts thought

But left unpenned

Of the myriad opinions

Left to oneself

And the burning

Sagacious questions

Swallowed down without a care

For it’s easier

To go numb

And shut down the mind

The heart and soul

To shield

From the vagaries of life

From the cruel hands of fate

And the painful desperation

Of actions going wrong

And injustices being wrought

Of despair haunting every corner

Or hurt lurking under the skin

Just waiting to be sniffed out

From their glory holes

And turn every normal beating heart

Heavy.

For it’s easier, the ignorance

Than the raw nerves

Exposed to everything

Untoward.

But what a pity

For to truly build a fort

Must you lock in

Your self

And everything happy,

Hope, love, and change.

What dreams were made of

Home
With you and me
The two of us
Enough to be a family

How long have I waited
Not for a white dress
Or a knight in shining armour
Or for a red poofy skirt
Or to throw puffs of rice

Neither did I long for the yellow tattoos
Nor for the henna to darken
The big special day
Never trumps the normal decades that follow
Not for me

What I wanted was
The weekly trips to the supermarket
Fights over monthly expenditure
Small wins over who gets the remote
And then sleeping halfway through it

My dreams were full of
Sunday morning drives
Followed by a simple breakfast in a corner stall
Then came the lunch
Cooked with last night’s leftovers
And a deep fulfilling nap

No romantic roses made the cut
Nor did vows of forever after or the impossibles
I only wanted the daily routine
A partner to witness and share
The meagre vagaries of life

Was it too much to ask for?

How was your day?

How was your day

You complain

I never ask

You narrate the top headlines

The unruly maid

The unkempt help

The untimely call

The unnecessary gossip

The untidy laundry

The unhappy husband

The unseen sorrow

The unwell joys

The undoing of your mind

And if time permits

The tidings of the neighbors

Of siblings, cousins and nephews

Of promises broken and words unkept

Of those long lost

And the silent goodbyes

In my mind

I narrate the same

With words

Punctuated by silence

And then you complain

I never speak

A clean house

A clean house

Things in place

People in quiet corners

Stuck to their poison

Laptops, mobiles or television

It’s a clean house

No sign of anything amiss

Bedsheets tucked, clothes folded

Utensils washed, windows cleaned

It’s a very clean house

Donned with polite smiles

And goody small talk

A diplomat couldn’t be prouder

One step in

And you’d be wowed

The open floor

The gleaming surfaces

Except for the cobwebs

Hidden in the corners

Or under the table

Or the dust beneath the carpet

Open the closets

You’ll see the grime

The rust that rots the iron

And the rancid acid

That dissolves from the inside

Within the wardrobe

Are stuffed

The broken hearts

Dreams and trusts

Inside the mind

That’s forgotten kinship

Empathy and compassion

Only apathy lies

Behind a face plaid with make-up

Designed to beguile

Designed to dazzle

But it’s a very clean house

Oh, yes indeed

Thoughts

Thoughts
Like shards of glass
Pinch
Pierce
Draw blood
Break through
The perceived numbness

These thoughts
Like Jasmine petals
Spread fragrance
Soft and smooth
Bring joy
Comfort
Hope

These thoughts
Swell
Recede
Happy
Bitter
Relive joys
Dread

These thoughts
Like a stone
Drawing waves
On a still surface
At a soul-less place
Just a hint
Of the currents underwater

These thoughts
They’re all we have