Falling in love

If I had one more heart

I would readily give it to you

And to you and perhaps to you too!

But you see, the one I had

Is already taken.

Yet everyday, I keep falling in love

For my senses are so easily quite enraptured

I fall in love with your sunrise

I fall in love with my dusk

I fall in love with traditional cooking

When the heady aromas envelop

As well as I romance baking

For it brings a smile on my kids’ faces

And my home smells heavenly.

I fall in love with the angelic tangle of arms and legs now asleep

Whose sibling rivalry and revelry fill my home

I fall in love with your words, your turn of phrase

What you say and what you leave unsaid

I fall in love with the verses that reach out to me,

The stories that only your mind can create

Your unique experience that you kindly share

I fall in love with the pictures of blooms and pets you send

I fall in love with the magic of movies

And their world of wondrous make- believe

I fall in love with many a books

Their life like characters and their authors

And the belief and conviction that they portray.

I fall in love with the music I listen to,

The singer, the writer and the musician

I fall in love with the raindrops falling

The overcast skies and the crescent moon

I fall in love hopelessly and completely everyday

And as my whimsical heart waxes and wanes in love

The one who captured my heart many moons ago

Sits in a corner looking indulgently

At the shenanigans of my wayward heart

He draws me close and holds my hand and says

” Your heart is not my captive, let it love and love freely

As long as I have a place in your heart

Accommodate as many loves as you can”

Thus, in freeing my heart, he captures it again.



It is one of those long days
when everything seems to pass in a haze

Yet I can hear the footsteps of mind
though it seems to be in some kind of bind

As if it is in some kind of a daze
unable to find plausible ways

To think clearly and move ahead
no enjoyment only dread

No will to read or post but to laze
and turn inwards its critical gaze.


A phone call yesterday

turned on the tap of past

and a jet of sodden memories

spurted all over me

drenching me with guilt and remorse

I had pushed some down

in the crawlspace,

buried a few, six feet down

and given watery burial to the rest

and now these corpse like remnants

of past have not let me sleep

haunting and taunting me

I try hard to coax them

and plead with them

if they were teachable

I would have taught them

the disappearing trick

alas! it is not so

so I am trying to

reconcile and realign

and since I am allergic to musty smells

tomorrow I will air them

and then try to make peace with them

for they are adamant

they are here to stay.