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Your simple query,
‘how are you’, as always, reads
like a love letter

Love found in loveless matches

He found love

on the aisle marked

consumer durables

for marriage entailed

a host of electronic items,

household items as bridal gifts

(euphemism for dowry)

they started as strangers

who were given a licence

by the society

to become intimate

he had not expected

to be smitten

by this girl chosen by his parents.

In India arranged marriages are still the norm and people do find love in such matches.

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Spoiler

I wanted to

be innovative

with the send off

I gave him

it was meant to

be a tribute

to our time together

recreating our

magic moments

and the golden

memories

but my puffy eyes

acted as a spoiler !

Reluctant Herald

The central leaflet

of the fern

lay curled tightly

loath to open

its eyes

enjoying the frost’s

cold embrace

and winter’s

prolonged run

petrified at the thought

of the Sun’s scalding

hot prodding rays

forcing it to open up

to herald hope

and then die

just to announce

the spring’s arrival.

It’s all in the eyes

I see a brief flare in your eyes

Can I trust my own eyes?

For what I perceive I see,

Is it you or is it me?

Reason seems to have fled

Read my eyes, enough said!

Contrast

People milling around

Voices chattering gaily

Happy, bright faces abound

I turn away warily

For the emptiness

gnawing at me

Has left a gaping hole

Where my heart was once

Unsuccessfully,

I try to cover it

with my torn soul.

Blood Moon

When the moon’s light was cut off

Then she in a fit of pique

Forgot the sage advice

Of new beginnings

And starting with a clean slate

But stubbornly held guilty the earth

For eclipsing her serenity

And thus turned bloody with rage.

Parking Roulette

Once upon a time there was a sweet girl, Mary

Whose all encompassing love was like a sanctuary

But that low-down cad Jackie

Whose heart was like a taxi

Used it like a garage and vamoosed with Terri!

Mannequin

She arrived at the glitzy event
Carrying her ritzy baggage
Trying to dazzle all and make a splash
She never ever travelled light
Towing the burden of her farcical existence
To every place that she ever went
Drawing her strength from name dropping
It mattered not
That she became isolated and all alone
She lived in the make believe
World of the brands she owned.

Nothing but the truth

It could be a manufactured truth

It could be a constructed lie

It falls somewhere in between

The way love is touted about

It is a revelation actually

Love has become a commodity

To be sold to the highest bidder.