LOVE

"Love" is such a complex emotion as everyone of you who has known it would know. You can not always love a person. You can not just only love a person. We hate as we love and still we like the way we love them. Here is what I know of that brittle emotion.


You are the moon that I stole into my window.
You are the empty pen that I do not want to throw out.
You are the long waiting books on my shelf.
You are the late night walk on a lonely night.
You are the long lost memories that refuse to come back.
You are the phantom that would refuse a form.
You are the lost ticket to the long waited movie.
You are the calm before the tantrum.
You are the bliss of temptation.
You are the epiphany in my dreams.
You are the King of a lost crown.
You are the pea under the princess' beds.
You are the worst critic of my best work.
You are plenty where I need few.
You are the words that elude me.
I hate loving you.

MOTHER

My mother is one of the most influential person in my life. She has contributed a great deal into my life. And her experiences, good and bad, have taught me a lot of lessons in life. She is one person who works really hard and harder every day. So, here's one poem for her that i wrote in a workshop under the poet Roger Robinson.

It is an evening after sunset.
The evening bells of prayer
From nearby temple
Fill the air.
The birds are chirping
Back to their nests.

Everyone is retreating.
But her work has just begun.
She sits there at her table
Attentive to each detail
Her eyes focussed
To the size of pinheads.

Each paper around seeks her attention.
Answers that are marked
Need to be checked.
Complaints to be answered.

But the clock ticks away.
Mercilessly.

Why does he not stop?
Give her time to rest.
Move in her relaxed pace.
Why beed he rush?

The papers are sitting on her desk
For days now.
May be they are more comfortable here.
May be they are snoring.
Their stench fills the air.
Like the saw dust
Chipped off by a craftsman.

The chalk dust she carries from the class room,
Does not leave her.
As her lessons and influence
Never not leave her students.

My mother is a teacher.
Her lesson to me is
"Talk less & work more.
For yourself and others."