eloquence

eloquence can be
its own punishment
had i not voiced my fears
you would have still been here
to argue, to tease
to cajole, to please
to write me a poem
to sing me a paean
there I go again
letting words carry me away
please take this curse off me
with words i wish no felicity
(priya)

in and out

falling out of love
is so much easier
than falling in love
that it hits you
like a tonne of bricks
only when you fall
in love again
and ask, surprised,
what happened
to the love
of my life?
(priya)

endings

and thus it ends
a tear rolling down
into silence.
(priya)
13.9.2015

betwixt now and then

the sight from the french windows
is a pretty one , I know
the golden yellow of the laburnum
the pretty pink of the madhumalti
the spiky aloe vera coming along fine
as are the slender green chillies
the trailing lengths of the syngonium
the orange blooms of the cactii
the sweet basil not quite straight and tall
I had placed it in the shade mistakenly
I think I"ll draw the curtains and inhale the beauty
dust to dust, but betwixt now and then, there's much to do and see

prejudice

the white speckled orange vase
that holds the lilies white
would be a lovely sight

were it not for the vivid
green of the lily's leaves
that quite subdue
the white and orange hues

or so i thought
till i looked again
and found a harmony
that had quite eluded me
till i put my prejudices aside.

so it is with life.

sorrow

what does one do with days
that stretch from sleep to sleep
and hazy in betweens
and one doesn't quite know whether 
one's weeping in sleep 
or sleeping in a sea of tears 
or even exists at all, amidst all the grief
its all a phantasmagoria
of sorrows past and present
of people lost and gone
of memories that throb with life
although your brain is comatose
you grapple with loud sounds
and harsh lights and smells that 
over power and spin you into a faint
you never quite recover from
and everything looks unreal, tinged
with unbearable pain so that you
so don't want to reach and touch
but want only to curl into a ball
that rolls down green meadows
and strikes tall trees
and falls into the brook 
and gets carried down into the sea

alienation

how insidiously it happens
the alienation of affections
one day his smile makes your
heart race
and before you know, his presence
irritates
while you write a love poem.

even the irony escapes attention
(priya)