This bridge was to lead to the other bank. Every time it promises me the shore. The planks seem to slowly manifest. So far they have always disappeared midway. A plunge in the water always wakes me up. This time it feels I will get through. This time I hope I will get through. The water had risen long ago, the planks kept disappearing, something kept them afloat. I hold on to that hope...

The Letter...

The Letter
I wrote,
to her I love...
to him I wanted to love...
to her who used to be mine
to him who could never be mine
to her I lived beside
to him I never caught sight.

The Letter 
I hid,
from her who trusted me
from him who didn't know me
from her who never asked
from him who didn't show
from her who tried
from him who forgot

The Letter 
I wrote...
to her all my heart
to him all my thoughts
to her all my questions
to him all my agony
to her all my memories
to him all my dreams.

The Letter
I tore...
for her comforting denial
for him and his unseen life
for her daily tryst
for him and his absence
for her love and her smile
for him and his void.

Love at 21

Love doesn't happen just that once...
Neither does it happen twice..!

Love has forever been the mystery
Love has always been the price.
To me it happened then and again...
To me it happened now...
To me the love remained...
To me it was never lost, to be found.

For,
Love doesn't happen just that once,
Neither does it happen twice..!

Of the twenty odd years I have lived
Peeped in and out it might;
Love has not much changed since...
Just that: love now has a price...
On a brighter note, let's just say...
I am now better placed
To finally pay it more than thrice..!!

For, Love as I said,
Doesn't happen just that one...
Neither does it happen twice..!!

The Black Sheep

It 'baa'ed in the courtyard,
No one so much as cared.

It 'baa'ed near the well,
Not even a look was spared.

It 'baa'ed on the doorstep,
No one turned around.

It 'baa'ed around the bush,
Again that annoying sound..!

It 'baa'ed once and more
It 'baa'ed till It was heard
It 'baa'ed near the little girl
It 'baa'ed as It was pet
It 'baa'ed as the wolf approached
It 'baa'ed as she fled
It 'baa'ed for It was pegged
It 'baa'ed as the blood was shed
It 'baa'ed till It could 'baa' no more
It 'baa'ed till It's reason was met.

It 'baa'ed for It was heard
It 'baa'ed, though no one cared
It 'baa'ed for the sacrifice
It 'baa'ed for the dream
It 'baa'ed for It never felt
the 'baa' was different from the white.

It 'baa'ed till the very end...
It 'baa'ed for that one day,
It 'baa'ed for the 'baa' that would
reach where it was meant.

And...
It 'baa'ed till the bloody horns
had cracked the very last length...!

this belief mine

just perfect high
just perfect low
just made for me
this belief mine.

naturally mingle
the smile revealing
goes on forever
the strong delight.

know me how
take me for I
laugh with me
be by when I cry.

just perfect wide
just perfect narrow
just made for me
this belief mine.

does not tell
open to all
love for folks
to them be tall.

dear dear mine
dear me too
for it just is
it naturally grew.

just perfect fast
just perfect slow
just made for me
this belief mine.

no reasons to give
no lies to tell
just happy to be
by the bright swell.

there is warmth
there is cream
there is love
in every single bean.

just perfect strong
just perfect mild
just made for me
this belief mine.

in perspective; once more

I want you back
and I want you now.
For you were my cloak
and you were my shroud.

I know,
I will have the likes of you...
but, what if it isn't you?
What if it was a mistake?
Having to let you go.
I know it was a choice,
a choice I then made...

I want you back
and I want you now.
For you were me
and I was known to be you.

I know,
you'll soon grow upon me...
but, what if it is too long?
What if it seems forgotten?
The feeling of being safe.
Protected and guarded,
being invisible you may say...

I want you back
and I want you now.
For it all seems to be
in perspective; once more.

 

the girl in the diary

if i was the girl in the diary...
i'd be mystical,
my poise justified...
my fate decided,
at the hands of the wielder of the pen
at the mercy of her destiny...
i would glide.

if i were the girl in the diary...
i would be as concrete as a dream...
as powerful as a wish...
as potent as the river flowing afresh...
i would be
as happy as a dove...
as sad as a fish...
as loved as a pet...
i would be...
as gallant as the grandfather's gun...
as timid as the 'newly wed' child bride...
as homeless as the donkey they bred...
as sheltered as the tree under the sky...!
i would be living in the hills...
diving into the sea...
breeding fleas...
i would be...
as happy as could be...!!!

i could be all but me...

if i were the girl in the diary...
i could be rolling pancakes...
i could be inking letter cases..
i could be riding a pony...
i could be snipping petals...!
i could be writing a letter...
i could be reading a book...
i could be stroking a pipe...
i could also be locked
only to survive...!!

for,
if i were the girl in the diary
this is what i could be...
for i could be sold into copies,
scratches on the manuscript
ripping my soul...
stealing me of my glory...
stealing me of my price...

for if it were money i were after...
the girl in the diary would be...
as hard as the lump in the chest...
as lonely as a tree in a groove...
as fragile as a single bone...
as brave as a mouse within...
as hidden as the bright yellow sun...!!

for,even then...
the girl in the diary would be me...!!