Plunge

A couple of years ago,I could not decideif I wanted a bachelor’s lifeor if I was readyto plunge into marriage,settle down as people around me called it.I should have known one way for sure by thirty-seven, I thought.But I didn’t,no more perhapsthan I had ever known before. What differed now was that I’d found a …

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Choices

You are the bird that rests on my shoulder and eats from my palm. You are free to fly away for an hour, for a day, a week or even a month. You are free to never return. And I am free to stop standing still, to stop waiting for your claws to curve around …

Short-lived infinities

We share bits of our infinities with each other holding on to as little as we must, as much as we can. Ensuring we remember crumpled fingertips and stories tucked in the middle of the night. I chuckle when you narrate the one about prying cops with fireflies skimming the body of the lake. I …

When I’m with you

For the prompt: Write a poem that includes these words: teacher, spaceship, cycle, napkin, red.

Wait

I will wait for you till the turn of the season when rivers have just begun to get full, their thirst quelled by generous rains that will soon move on further north. Come, if like the river, you too want to be nourished, your thirst quelled with a thousand touches all coming together at once. …

Dissolved

When she’s gone, He stands in the street that runs outside his home And searches for his face In the eyes of the crowd. The wind is still, fettered perhaps while leaves look for echoes in the silence of afternoons. And as he walks, He leaves behind alternate selves, Some dropped near his footmarks on …

Freeze

Her hand holds the edge of the wind While she walks, the roses sniff the air And pray for a drop of her eyes to stay back, Just a little, not forever, After all, for how long can a rivulet flowing downhill be held back? It’s feared the sun may forget to sink into the …

In my dreams

In my dreams, I've seen youpick pebbles from the shores we've walked;And with your frail arms you've aimedthose little stones at the stars.In my dreams, I've seen you,running around a baffled sun,tying a ribbon around its yellow girthin the envious silenceof a million other celestial beacons.In my dreams, I've heard youteach children the melody of …

Let the silence play

Let’s not talk tonight. Let silence play out until morning comes back, waking us out of our sleepless reverie. Let it untie the knots that time has thrown between us. Silence, oh this silence. It has torn me and you; torn us into shreds that left to themselves could have grown into different versions of …

So far

It’s been some time now, When we met, your fingers spoke of longing, Of a desire that had begun to transform From mere glances to living breath; Your tresses, soaked with my words, shivered as if they had been tickled As hands dodged, and then sought each other under the coffee table. Our youth poured …