She's the red rose girl

She's all the roses in the world

The look in her eyes

asking me why

And honest to God

I did not know

But I could have lied

Instead of watching her die

She will live on long after

the world's long gone

She's the red rose girl

She's all the roses in the world

 

Pink flowers that can never in my garden grow

so wild and with such joyous abandon

He looks over her shoulders at the pretty girl on the platform while

his arms are still around her and perfunctorily smiling

at the something silly she's saying, laughing at "I don't know what she said"

she looks up at him adoringly in a relationship never meant to be

The train moves on...

 

UNQUENCHED

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We closed account long back, didn't we

when we moved our different ways

or just that maybe skills were lacking then to say

I love you

I want to be with you

What has life taught us since then?

Some better communication skills?

Pronunciations, prepositions...

and a travesty of lies

that if you lace it all back to back

and one by one

lead right back to where it all started

with us still unable to voice our thoughts

with us still waiting.

 

YOU ONCE MORE

Do not blow life into a dead mind

that has not just renounced life but

denied there could be any beauty in it

that when the smallest of fires is lit within

will make the heart beat faster

the butterflies in the stomach flutter

and suddenly there is Sun in every diamond-like dewdrop

the Peepul tree has tender leaves again

the cold refreshing breeze blows through the hair, and

the flowers are fragrant once more...

Yes, do not blow life into a dead mind

that has forgotten how to love

lest it hurt all over again

lest the rains fall, and 

tears never stop flowing

Let the cold winter be

 

IT' SURE FELT RIGHT...

Maybe the rains should not have fallen so hard 

outside the window

the pitter patter of raindrops on leaves

the day slowly darken so early in the morning

the wet sparrows on the railing beneath the red tiles of the roof

shaking out the water and squabbling

maybe we should not have watched them together and smiled

maybe it should not have been so warm and cozy inside the room

or the lights so dim throwing shadows

maybe there should not have been the proximity

that made us look into each others' eyes

throwing out into open the blatant truth we tried so hard to deny

maybe your touch was the warmth I sought on a cold day

your breath in mine, knowing your fragrances for the first time

maybe we should not have kissed and blocked out the world

Maybe it was all a mistake...

 

 

TEACHERS AND THE TAUGHT

Not very fond of teachers, 

and they were never really fond of me. 

All I can remember of my teachers 

(this includes my parents, siblings, husband and kids

 - and sometimes, friends) 

is their hauling me up for something or the other. 

They seemed quite convinced I was edges all over, 

needing trimming and shaping

Did I learn anything from them? 

Have to admit grudgingly, everything I know.

 

EXCUSE ME

 

 

It's my immaturity

My lack of control

How convenient the excuse!

And yet it's true

we are not always 

masters of ourselves

and every act of evil

that fell our way

governed by 

someone's lack of control

or our own.