These poems were first published in Peregrine Muse under a common title ‘Five Remembrances’.
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These poems were first published in Peregrine Muse under a common title ‘Five Remembrances’.
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imprisoned in the melancholy of this long winter
my heart is an origami of desires
no glue
no scissors
no staples
no ripping
no stretching
no crossing
just
a simple folding
unfolding
refolding
and becoming
what we couldn’t
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Torn
between magic and mayhem
need and disruption
I write
of dreams
tossed in paper boats
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I am weary of being entangled
in the tangle of your customized truths
take away those distorted mirrors
those ever-changing, ever concealing masks
take your carnival to some other town
set me free, my love
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Even though you are gone
to another country
another arms
I will forgive you
and keep alive
the illusion of our
doomed futurity
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your love
was
the ‘road not taken’
the adventure is over
now
back to writing
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I had vowed not to write love poems but my fingers have a mind of their own as you can see.
There were cracks in the massive old black stem of the Gulmohar tree but the top was like burning coal. Deep flaming red spread across the barren summer sky. She gazed disapprovingly at the oldest of the four trees in her courtyard. She would have loved the laburnum to be there right across her bedroom window its soothing yellow flowers hanging like delicate Chinese lanterns.
Some things remain a thought. She was the other woman.
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She had studied his moods and seasons
had nurtured and nourished him
like water
changing shapes , flowing wherever she found space
a crack, a hollow, a crevice,
along creases of his worn out stem
quenching his thirst
replenishing
washing away the cares
dividing herself
time after time
to make him whole
she was the other woman
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she was a shadow on the sidewalk
cast by the hunter’s moon
it was the time for fall equinox again
love an evanescent mirage
they had met
between
the summer’s last heat
and the fall’s first chill
tried to make the best of the fleeting hours
and then the autumn leaves began to fall
slower than usual
a long cold winter lay ahead
she knew the old weather proverb
she too had shed leaves that year
a little too quickly
bared herself to him
now wrapped in her shadow
balanced between light and dark
between what was and what will be
she awaits
bracing herself for yet another long winter
in hope for a spring that never came
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My silence stops
at the threshold of your silence
touches it softly
and for that split second
reminiscent I live
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2.
your silence drips like raindrops
on slanted window of my parched heart
and then slowly slides away
leaving a trail of memories
and
yearning