Which was never meant to be

Circa 1993, a splendid corrosion of old identities

dissolved at a business school

the mindset of allowing

new ipseity to harness itself

took me to my new evanescent dream

which was never to be

a cursory stealing glance from her

through my accounting notes

was enough fodder for my anticipation

somehow lead us to exchange our phone numbers

and the first call was missed

as I was away, attending the “beating retreat”,

a celebration of the republic

it was a joy of the superlative kind

can’t manifest here, in few words

the news of a phone call was full of a beatitude

Delhi was never so beautiful

the next wintry day

made me see

a girl in shawl over few cups of tea

over the terrace of an old building,

a makeshift education space

I scatterbrained myself, off balance

wore a black sweater

matched with her black shawl

traffic flew by the time

gentle breeze swayed her hair

while I was engrossed in her simplicity

the picayune lectures were the last things

in my euphonical mind

that hourly chat

and the subtle undertones

of platonic smiles

with the skies of innocence

was perhaps the best

sound of a mellifluous romance

and a theme for lost sleeps

for many fortnights

but this was a love story

which was never to be

a debacle of certain kind

disturbed by destiny

diluted my perseverance

but forever enshrined

in the density of my mind

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Rise with you

When the sun stretches its golden arms, and the morning whispers your name, I think of you, steady as the tide, warm as the hearth, a beacon in the quiet storm. Your laughter, a melody that dances through the chaos, a song I hum when the world grows heavy. Your spirit, unyielding, a tree rooted deep, its branches reaching for the infinite sky. In your presence, I am more. Not because you fill me, but because you remind me of the light I carry within. You are the mirror that reflects the beauty I often forget. Together, we are a symphony— not perfect, but alive, each note a testament to the joy of being seen, of being known. You are my safe harbour, my compass in the wild, my friend, my love, my vista And when the night falls, and the stars blink awake, I will rise with you not above, not below, but besides, always besides, in the quiet grace of this boundless love. And when the night descen...

On a special note (Haikus)

She crosses many paths And the Sun is down Her hands are curious Laughter reverberated with ease The sound of a window opening Sky is lit Love, an enigma She looks at her glasses Who is smiling now? Richness of the emotions The eyes look benign Realm of endless thoughts Great is the morning The book falls She touches her mind

Gloom

Blueberries gaping out of a black and white mug chiseled scraped clouds dissemination of a halo Gloom! Persecution of a perspective Shallow intercepts of void the eyes don't pop up on wit Gloom! Smile or a facade? promiscuous promises no more churlish fantasies Gloom! With a bang of sorts exuberance of a victim vivid experiences of certainties Gloom! No voice that sounds like the ocean a vacuum in reason a virtuous moral man Gloom!

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