You come and go

In the midst of a moment
as I potter around the house
You come to me in the lyrics
of a song
As dusk descends and the walls
turn to gold
I’m reminded of all things old
Sometimes as a poem dressed
like an ode
Sometimes a movie
Sometimes a quote
You come and go
You come and go.

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I had once written about how listening to music while cooking or watching a funny show while ironing clothes can turn boring chores into a pleasant activity. Instead of ‘time-table’, I called these to-do lists ‘love tables’.

One morning, last December, ‘Coming back to me’ by Jefferson Airplane was playing while I was pottering around. I find the refrain particularly haunting and it kept playing in my head. Later that evening, this poem came to me. : )

Enjoy the song with some wine and let yourself slip moodily into a charming night.

Happy Saturday!

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Closeness Between

Some affinities are greater than
other affinities
How else do we explain infatuations
that never die
This love is a happening by chance,
they say
But in matters of the heart
Isn’t it all fair?


It is winter solstice and I long —
for the promised kiss
Come, let us set the sky ablaze
And show a pessimistic world
How even a million miles cannot
Eclipse the dance of a willing heart.

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Written on a cold, beautiful December night when the great conjunction of Jupiter and Saturn left us all mesmerized. An intimacy that will not occur again until 2080! Some occurrences, whether celestial or earthly, are magical and precious only because they are rare.

In the image above, a fiery sky setting Jumeirah beach – and my heart – ablaze. Hope the sunset this evening bring you immense joy.

Happy weekend. : )

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From the Mountains

I write from the mountains
where cows calmly graze
to the faint sounds of a village
waking up in the distance and
a plaintive tune of you that
I hum over and over and over
like a song stuck in my head.
Here at the edge of this elusive
wasteland I am myself —
wrapped in your fragrance
moving in and out, in and out
gasping, fading, utterly spent.

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Lines about everyday life have always intrigued me. In simple acts like the grazing of cows and morning sounds of life stirring and preparing to face another day, lies truth and wisdom. What a poet chooses to archive in a poem and what the resulting image evokes in the reader, is what transforms those few lines into a profound experience.

These lines written in the lap of the splendorous Sahyadri mountains where for a while I shamelessly surrendered myself to reveries. Hope these lines inspire you to lose yourself too.

Happy daydreaming!

A Toast to Love

First, some good news. My poem ‘Methuselah’ features in a new anthology, #Versesoflove, a wonderful collection of 100 poems that celebrates love in all its forms.

I was reading about the 4,852 years old Methuselah tree in California’s White Mountains one rainy September night, and just like that a stream of emotions had gushed out without warning and indiscriminately arranged themselves into verse.

Poetry, as they say, is the poet’s effort to make sense of the universe. As much an observation of the outer world, as it is a reflection of the inner one.

The book is currently on Amazon India and will be available worldwide shortly.


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Today’s poem, ‘A Toast to Love’ was written on 31.12.2020. A toast as was raised then is due tonight too. To survival, hope, inspiration and above all, hearts being held with love. Cheers!

Tonight let’s raise a toast to
how we fought and survived
turning every terrible day into
a victory of enduring hope.
The way we never let distance
stop us from reaching out
to say how much we care.
Let the new year inspire you
to polish your soul to a shine
But what is really, truly worth
celebrating tonight is someone
who knows you by heart,
understands your darkness and
continues to love you.

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