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Not All Relationships Last

1/15/2016

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Not
that it is a given
but because they told us

All
of us believe in the forever
like they show us in the movies

Relationships
we think, can go on on their own
but I think they need time and effort

Last
(but not the least)
once in a while,
​we need to be present
fully.



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Vocation

6/24/2015

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What do you do?


Let me think,
And think a little bit more
Wait, a tad bit more
Because that is what I do
Think about things
Small and big
Important and vain
Think till every nerve brain heats up
And then I listen to John Denver
And sleep

And I look at your smile
Not the one on your lips
The one in your eyes,
I think our eyes
Are the thermometer
Screaming the temperature of our souls
And I am interested
In everything inside of you
So yeah that is what I do

And I talk
Not about the weather
Not about where you work
About what is important to me and you
And about my deepest fears
And my dearest memories
So you can talk about yours
And the next time we meet
The answer to ‘how are you’
Is not what it should be
But
what
it truly is

And I make up stories
On how the sun burns with jealousy everyday
Because I told him love the moon
( I lied ;) I like the sun too)
And how the flowers told me
The secrets of the bees
And how I saw the rainbow giggling
At the warm tickle of the rains
And how the dewdrops sing
New Melodies on my windowpane

And what else,

I used to walk slowly with my grandmother

Matching her pace
Re-living my childhood
When she did the same
And I like hearing my grandfather’s stories
Smitten by his enthusiasm
Over and over again
I like witnessing stories you see
And I stamp them with love
Send them straight to my heart

When the day is over
I make tea
And I smudge the days worries
With  cardomom and clove
And take the waft in
As if it all belonged to me
And if you come home
I shall always ask you for tea
Because it is not just a drink
It is a part of me.

And I travel ofcourse
In space and time
But most of the travel
I do in my mind....
And my soul is worn
And my feet are torn
But with a little love in my heart
I look for the unknown

So I do that and
Probably a little bit more

Thankyou for asking
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Love

5/25/2015

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Love is….


We make sense of love
As if it was something up there
Waiting to be deciphered
Love isn’t something
We all fall in,
Like Gravity.
Gravity is different,
it follows laws.
it has limits.


Love is lawless,
as the criminal will tell you.

Love is something that brews within us
A coffee-man would say

Or something that makes poetry out of words
Ah! a writer’s opinion?

Love lubricates our existence
The plumber proclaimed.

Love intoxicates us like drugs
The neuroscientist asserts

We need to build on it
Contends the rational engineer

While the country clown
Says love is ‘laughing together’

The melancholy would
have love as a stream of sadness

The elites,
They don’t believe in love

The romantic told me
Love is life itself.

My grandfather knows
It is companionship for life

I agree.
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News!

3/19/2015

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News leaking through the crevices of sanity
Broadening trust gaps
Questions that seduce and entice
Curiosity? It was killed by the cat.


Cacophony,rancour,tragedy
Reaking of another conspiracy
Yet inhaled over and over giving a high,
A high on vices that malign

With tenacity the mind searches
For the absolute truth
Peeping into another’s life
And the self sits waiting

To be rescued of all that is vice
The hands that turn the page from 1to 2
Searching for the next news
Could go out and save a neighbour too



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The Work Table

3/19/2015

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Machines that refuse to speak
And a book that won't shut up.
The table cloth white but stained
With tea marks and sme thoughts
Strewn all Over
Wild yet beautiful
And a pen
Red in disguise
In the soul blue
And a paper
Brown that beckons
A verse that whispers
And demands to be written.



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Conversations

3/9/2015

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Conversations

Shall we talk of pain
That devours the weak
And strong
Shall we speak of the
World
And everything that’s wrong?


Or shall we talk of wonder
Fragrance of fresh oranges
The racing of the heart
When something demands to be written
The curiosity
When we notice
A singing soul
In the corner of a room
buzzing with harmonies.

Shall we talk of the sea,
That you and I fathom with the same eyes
The gold on the sand
That poets see
Or the sun and the moon
That Greet us at different times

Shall we talk of love
That pained us when it made us
Or shall we talk of the songs
That sung us to sleep
When nights drove us insane

Shall we talk of home?
The one that has stairs
That go up and down
That let go
And invite
If you were in the middle
Which way would you choose?
Shall we ask this?

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'Yes' we said.

3/9/2015

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Where were we
When the sun whispered
Fresh rays into our windows
Were we drowsy?
In the dreams of a better future
When the present was
tickling us with moments
that wasted themselves
On our numbed worries of the past


Where were we
when the sea
Washed our feet with waters
warm and cool
Were we looking at the horizon
we could not touch
And turned deaf to the crescendo
of the waves

Where were we

When the orchards beckoned
Smell of fresh apples
Did we take to the path
Walking, absorbing
Or did we hit the road
for speed?


Where were we?
When love came
And filled the space between us
And our hearts
And our soul

Saying ‘not now’
Did we let the watch
outbeat the heart?

Or did we sing?
Yes we did.

We said Yes.
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Happy Birthday Shuchi! 

3/9/2015

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Hey symphony of mine
A note high or a note low
Or was it the same song
All over again
It couldn’t have been
Every song is different they tell me

It must be

But are souls different too,

Separated like bodies?
Or are they connected
Through the continuum of emotions
Sublimating across age
Effervescing through time

I do not know

I know that there is
comfort
Because these words
Are understood
As if they were the missing piece
or all of it to come together
Shall this last forever?

I do not know

But I thankyou,

For the music
And wish you
Hey sweet symphony
All the melodies
Of love
And everything deep

Happy Birthday!
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To Eva, With love

3/9/2015

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The woman in white and blue!

Did you see the woman?
The woman,
in white and blue
She stopped in the street
to find a hue
the genuine one
and the one unscathed
Little did she know
She carried it ,
Right there -
In the folds of her heart


Every room
She went
Became full of light
With the fragrance 
Of her smiles
And her admonition slight

She wonders
Why?
She does it wrong
When she has been 
Just Perfect
All along


And there is this man
I see on her side
Who knew the perfection
Right at first sight
And I see them
Together in love and in fight
And they look, 
Like they are dancing
In divine delight

And here is a day
When they make us a part
Of their wonderful time
With the love in their hearts
And it makes me wonder!

Would it be such a chore?
If God made 
People like them
Many many more :)
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The Wait

3/9/2015

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I wait for you here.
Where many journeys end.
And a new one begins.

I wait for you here

Beyond this point.
There is nothing but the unknown
I seek not the security of relationship but the passion of a companion

I seek not the mundane but a life of adventure
I seek not a home but to taste the sky and earth
I seek not promises but a desire for togetherness.
I seek not a husband but your complete ‘being’

Because I wait for you here

With all my heart and soul.

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