Pret-endings
pret-endings
I fear I cannot give us a happy ending,
So I'll write us one. A "pret-ending"
A future where you get poems written for you
Because words are my "old, new, borrowed, and blue."
An ending in which our days begin together.
Mondays where I whine about the weather,
Tuesday mornings with a cup of tea,
I complain about a colleague, and you say, "How dare she!"
We'll make a pact to meet halfway
To have lunch together on Wednesdays.
Thursdays are for you to decide
Because I can't find anything to rhyme. I tried.
Fridays, we watch a movie or a show.
Flip a coin, heads I win- tails you lose. Let it go.
Weekends that I spend hearing you sing
Or sit and stare at you while you do your own thing.
We play a lot of rock-paper-scissors,
And the loser gets to chase away the lizards.
We fight over reading a book or watching the sundown
I look at you, watching the last rays shine, and put my book down.
Save me when I try to burn our kitchen
I'll do the dishes if you cook the chicken.
I'll watch you fall asleep
And talk you through your bad dreams.
Wake me up after your walk
You know how much I hate alarm clocks.
If wishes and boons were true
I'd trade the Midas touch for you.
As long as we cannot have of our happy ending,
I'll keep on writing us a pret-ending.
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AFTER A RAINY NIGHT
The mornings after a rainy night,
Reminds me of all our crazy fights.
The way few droplets hold onto leaves,
I held us tying my pain in sheaves.
The sky looks empty without a cloud,
Reflecting me and the things you vowed.
And slowly the day gets bright in time,
I bethink how I left right in time.
The mornings after a rainy night,
Reminds me there's always space for light.
(26.10.20)
Harry: are you taken?
Draco: Yeah, for granted
- Stendhal, The Red and the Black
“a toxic label
broken chords
a gentle note
Silence roars
What I Am is
what I know
As above
so below...” - m.sonder
//transgressions//
The endearing youth looks around
Searching for something, seeking someone
All the gopi of Brij ask their darling
“What is that thee seek so dearly Girdhari?”
“Thy footsteps have become transient?
Our anklets which chimed along with your
the melodious morning flute feels distant and silent.
What is that thee seek so dearly Govind?”
“We scan amber heaven for thou as
our kohl feels amiss without thy divine embrace,
the universe feels unfathomable and labyrinth
What is that thee seek so dearly Vasudev?
The saccharine smile of the youth
gazes the sky reflective of his complexion
with those bejeweled eyes affixed yet adrift
extends his sapphire hands as he says
‘I yearn, the beauty’s euphoric darshan
she, the very presence of self
adorned in humility of Vrindaban
This Murali seeks for his Manmayi’
I yearn, for the essence of tenderness
She, who dances under nightfall luminous cape
embellished herself in ornaments from the moon,
This Keshav seeks for his Keshavi’
‘I yearn, the nectar of their name,
undiluted bliss, clinging to me like a rare perfume
melts away heavenly sinners’ lie
This Shyam seeks for his Radhe’
- nocturne
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