Friday, February 23, 2007

Warning

(i)
I don’t have a god, neither yours nor mine
Since that makes me less worthy of your God’s love,
would it follow by default
that I become unworthy of your love too?

(ii)
I have forsaken and desecrated those beliefs
that, ironically, form the core of your being.
Would I be forsaken and evicted from your mind
for that very reason?

(iii)
I disregard age old norms that I consider foolish
I am not afraid to be the first one
to break tradition, I’ve done that often.
Would you be able to live with that?

(iv)
My love is rooted in freedom,
by itself, it draws no boundaries.
They are to be drawn by you,
and it’s more difficult than you imagine.
Would you be willing to put in the effort,
and would you willingly step inside?

(v)
I wouldn’t deem serving you food
a responsibility that weighs heavy on my shoulders,
neither ironing your clothes nor straightening your wardrobe.
However, I will bring you food even if I starve
and clothe you even if I freeze to death.
Would you be comfortable with that?

(vi)
Money is not important to me. I like luxury, but there is no craving.
I will not nag you to save and keep for the future
So you might end up penniless.
My money and your money, will be your money.
So, if you save, you save, else no.
Will you blame me for ending up with ‘no future’?

(vii)
Talking of saving. And risking repetition
I have no saviour who will save my soul
from burning in the eternal fires of Hell
Except for you, if you want to see me in your Heaven
You will have to take me there yourself.
Would you risk heaven for love?

Thursday, February 22, 2007

(9)

Your name spontaneously manifests in each
icicle of thought, and feathers out like cumulo nimbi.
I have to be careful - in my sleep and in my speech,
lest a wispy cloud should tumble out in a sigh.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Valentine

Honey, you put me in such a quandary
All I can give you are some pretty words
on which you’d throw an idle glance. Maybe
a breezy “Lovely, babe”, if you feel generous

enough and then dismiss. You want more.
What can I give you? Gifts.com is no good,
I cannot let piddling website junk touch your
beautiful fingers (and if I really could

I’d let nothing touch you or even see you)
Perfume? Too wimpy. (Besides, I love your smell)
Heart shaped chocolates? Now that smacks too
much of consumerist Valentinism. Maybe you could tell

me what you want. And would you want more?
I love the sound of the word, when you whisper
‘Some more’, ‘Give me some’, Sigh! Mon amore!
Take what you want, love, you’re my Valentine forever.

Monday, February 12, 2007

(8)

That you will leave, is truth eternal
And when you do, the sun will burn down.
It’s inevitable. Till then I might as well
allow myself your love and smile like a clown.

Monday, February 05, 2007

Blank Mail

Among assorted official correspondence,
a blank mail from you nestles lack lustre.
Why has it come to pass that our romance
must end now, so too our grand adventure?

Saturday, February 03, 2007

(7)

How do I thank you for your faithfulness!
For one so sought after and desired,
it is to belong to me that you choose.
I cast no spells, yet I have you enraptured.