Conversations with self
To even try and explain what remains indefinable to many or, at least, has all possible definitions and explanations safely cocooned on a distant shelf that is beyond the reach of many, needs not just writing skills but also an intuitive understanding of things. Attempting to investigate relationships and the struggle ‘to sculpt them to...
Love appears unannounced
A poem that I wrote in 1984 was all about a few moments together that I spent with the girl who would get to hear them only after we got married a few months later in 1985. isn’t it funny how just a nod or simply a few words mumbled will form an unseen bond...
When I see love misinterpreted
Love doesn’t always comes in bouquets Petals scattered by wind too come With as much love in many ways But even this isn’t the whole sum. It is like that rhyme that will write Itself after years in insight! Love doesn’t always come with a right To say it simply wants to stay And wants...
Love and common decency go together
There is no doubt that our world that anyway has a fair share of violence, divisiveness, and hatred needs and deserves to be #fuelledbylove and mutual respect. But wait, it isn’t easy to define love… I am sure it has nothing to do with the public display of cuddling and kissing that you see under...
Life is endlessly delicious
A couple of weeks ago I was in Nainital, attending the Kumaon Lit Fest as one of the speakers… and my session was on blogging in the digital age. That session that was shared with Philippa Kaye was scintillating and the audience loved every bit. But what I am about to tell you is what...
Every day is Valentine’s Day for us
Being together isn’t for a single day If every day can be a loving today
The smudged symbol of our togetherness
A blank sheet of paper Waiting for words Has the writer look up for inspiration The farmer sitting on the edge of his field Looks up and prays We look up in exasperation Or dismay Or to beseech Or put forth a point We look up and look into eyes To search To buy time...
My heart is all my own
Specky asked me, ‘How far would you go to get closer to someone you love?’ I looked at her with smiling eyes and replied, ‘As close as my truth would allow me to.’ I explained to her later that I wouldn’t ever promise to get stars or the moon for her and anyway, even without...
Expressions of love
Expressions of love A few more rhyming lines that I scribbled today… [1] Our togetherness keeps evil out And about this there is no doubt! [2] I am you and you are me And ‘us’ is what others see. [3] You are the idea and words I blog I, therefore, write sans mist or fog....
Love and a bridge called literacy
He was silent but his eyes spoke well – And more than any verbose spell! She let the couplet she had written on him reverberate in her mind until her entire being was swept by a massive orgasmic tsunami of emotions. He had not spoken a word and yet had professed his love for her....
The bike ride to Dehradun
Sweet nothings, mushy gushing, emotions flowing in rivulets, and holding hands as you whisper the same words and the same sentences a hundredth time… if this is what makes a platinum day of love… then I must admit I might never have had a platinum day of love! But then, the years spent together are...
You cannot always hear words
When do you see words holding tight Each other in embrace to love? They silently come next to one To be the reason for a thought! Thus ‘man’ may wait for ‘smiled’ to come When ‘lovely’ and ‘woman’ come near Then stories can go gushing on With words, more words, going with the flow! Right...
