Sunday, 11 August 2013

the closure

The closure.

It was nine months since Sudha and Rahul had started seeing each other or dating, as the youngsters these days term it. And it was about six months ago that she had realised that this was going to be more than a passing fancy. And last but not the least, three years since she became a widow.

Initially she was reluctant to even contemplate Rahul's offer of 'frienship with potential for something more serious'. Though it was well into the second year of widowhood; though most well wishers especially her parents ( and suraj's too) had subtlely encouraged her to 'go and live life again' she wasn't very sure. Being widowed at an odd age like 41 had its disadvantages. She was not too young to feel justified in "changing wagons" immediately, and yet she was young enough to want and long for that companion in life who would give her the sense of completeness.

Rahul was a convenient option;
It was more or less, a long distance relationship, since he was constantly on tours throughout, , and they dated in as little as just twice a month, but, that bit, in fact suited her. She felt committed enough, to want to keep the relationship going, and yet not committed enough, to want to take it to the next level.

Also, initially she had found herself comparing Rahul with suraj too often. Especially when they disagreed on something. That's not how Suraj wud have handled it, or that's not how he would have seen it, Or that's not what he wud have said was her oft silent and tearful refrain on such occassions. Certain days, when Rahul seemed distant,or preoccupied, with his never endin work, she missed Suraj.

If only if he had not died on me, I wudnt have been in this situation of having to MAKE things work, she rued.
Such days she found herself wishing suraj had not abandoned her like that.. Even after two years she cud still remember his walk,his talks, his smiles, his laughs, all his tiny unique mannerisms deeply imbedded in her brain.

Denial is a wonderful thing indeed! When suraj had been first diagonised with the terminal illness, he had finally sucumbed to, for the first few days she had been in a numb tearless state. Then she saw light! He'll pull thru, she decided firmly. And after that she was unshakeable in her belief. During the two years while he battled his illness, and when his health sometimes improved, sometimes slipped, her inner peace never waivered. No way he will die, was her steadyfast faith.

Now almost three years after his death, she was still in another kind of denial. How can he be dead if he is so alive in my head? I mean I know he is no more, but for me he is vibrantly alive. I can still predict what his reactions to a particular situation will be. How he wud laugh, whether it wud be throaty one or an amused snicker or a gloating smile, how wud he be standing, what wud be the expression...everything, every thing. So then to me he is more alive than some people who r alive but I don't care much about". That's how she rationalised it.

Rahul, was in some ways very different from Suraj. If suraj had pampered her weaknesses like a child, Rahul expected her to be more mature. Not expected as in a conscious expectation, but his reaction to her regular womanly tantrums was always intectual. Unlike suraj who wud hug and kiss her. After teasing her, whenever she was being temperamental. Rahul used Logic and reason instead. It took her some to start adapting to the new system.

Then it so happened that one day Rahul cancelled yet another date, She was walking to her office on a busy street when his "sorry girl" voice travelled over the phone."My work will last a week more, so I can be with u only next week".

"This is the third time, Rahul!" she said swallowing hard " are u sure u want to be with me?" And even as she was asking him that question, there popped an image of Rahul in her head..of how serious his expression would be while would truthfully contemplate her question and come up with, "yes, I am sure!" The image made her smile thru her ire. And at the same time, she caught her reflection in somebody's car window. She recognised her face as that of a woman in love! A woman who was having a lovers tiff. A woman who was snug in the knowledge that she was fighting with HER man.

Startlingly, it flashed, that these days, she no longer remembered Suraj that regularly. Somewhere along the way Rahul had made his place in her memories. And her mind was no longer seeing her and Suraj as a couple with Rahul as the new entrant. Instead it saw her as being with Rahul. No Suraj.

"So, that means I'm free at last. Rahul is finally mine. Or rather I'm finally Rahuls".

The closure was complete.

When I want to hurt u.



When I want to hurt u.
For not loving me enough,
For not being mine enough,
Hold me,
hug me,
Look at me with compassion,
play with my hair
whisper into my ears.
Gently remind me
of why I love u.
Of how my whole universe is u
And the darkness will subside
and I will be back,
from grasping for air!

Thursday, 1 August 2013

heartbeat of a lover

Hold me tight shut
in your heart dear,
For there is nothing more
Soothing to the ear,
Than the heartbeat of my lover!

transfers

U have passed me,
some of your worldly gloom,
a welcome ripple
on an usually unruffled mind

the hollow man

the hollow man

that which has been sold to the devil
that which is no longer yours
that which is mercenary to wants
that which is filled with venal wars

that which has found
its peace with compromise
that which has lost the fight
to pay success's hustled price

that which climbs earthly ladders,
that which is always flying high
and yet it is no longer free
to soar in forbidden free skies

its but an irony, which
life gives,as only life can.
the more heavier the soul,
the more hollow the man.

no free lunches

standing in the market place,
surrounded by things, old and new,
interesting, alluring, buy-able,
they come in all colored hues

afraid to say no,
to opportunities galore
past experiences teach
greed brings its own confused sorrows,

want to grab a piece of the action,
want to refrain
no idea who will win,
in the devil's bargain.

want to stay,
want to leave,
want to win,
dont want to grieve.

the quicksand cross roads,
they howl and laugh with glee,
nothing nothing, they wink
ever comes for free!

cinderella

isnt love a hope?
of mundane ugly frogs,
of being effortlessly transformed,
by the passion of love
into charming princes and princesses
or of sleeping beauties
waiting to be awakened
by a kiss of handsome stranger!

maybe its the cinderella syndrome too,
rags to riches being made,
or is it hansel and gretel
once tempted by ginger bread houses
now prisoners of an evil witch.

wasnt it snowwhite,
who punished for her beauty
promised with a reward
of a handsome suitor?

does love really awaken
the beauty in the beast?
ponder on,
doesnt something inside us
wish to be salvaged
by the beauty of
the other's selfless love?

our 'love'

And so u claim to love me
And so I claim to love u back

Its flowers all the way
And candles and chocolates too

Long nights of
Never ending tales
Sweet heady kisses
lingering dizzy drinking of
Your and mine eyes

The never wanting it to end hopes
The explicit promises
And the implicit ones too

The holding of hands together
Dreams of yawning stretching roads ahead

Not sure what I love more
Our 'love'
Or our lie filled lives!

song

song

there is this song
in my heart string,
a song that I
so want to sing

a song that wants
to warm hearts cold
a song that wants
to lift burdened souls

a song that does come
to the lips, it dares
there it dries,
it refuses to share.

a song that is searching
for ardent listeners,
a song that is waiting
for worthy ears,

a song that may die
lonely, unheard, no sheen,
a song that may
disperse unseen

unless love washes
the scars on my hardened heart,
and teaches my song to
flow merrily on its own path.

spring

the frost in my words
evenly matched
by the ice
in your heart

and yet, it was not
so long ago
that fires had
raged within us.

those fires that had
warmed our souls
and given light
to our lonely lives

when did it start?
that cold wind ....their blowing,
shrinking of our beings,
of our fearlessly open loving hearts?

if its seasonal,
this tiring love game,
then I promise to ardently wait
for glorious spring again.

thoughts

thoughts...
distrustful
with a will of their own

weeds...
those serpents
in the garden of eden

let the embers be

let the embers be

ah, gently stroke those embers
they carry a magnificent fire
deep inside their hearts
those precious gems of desire.

do let the warmth flow
they r promises of another day
let the glow spread,
give love a chance to hold sway

oh, don't let them stifle and die
for, promises they are
of a snug distant future
of a slumberous silent desire.

but for now, dont,
just dont, rekindle those fires
lest they burn in murdourous rage,
lest they cause consequences dire.

ah,but lightly stroke the cinders, dear
let the embers be!

not so empty

The not so empty room
Rage, resentment resides
Where love lived once
Now it callously dies

The locked door
Tightly shut from within
Lost are the keys
They open no more on whim

Do pity the loveless room,
And kick open the door
The key is on the outside
The key Is to love some more!

kaliedoscope

O, wile mind, cunning mind
Playing games of every kind
Now u make me rejoice
With unexpected gain,
And when the tide turns as it shud,
U fill me with unasked for pain
U send me chasing shadows
And then send some sunshine along
Now helpless, now defiant,
Now a hopeful dawn.
The kaleidoscope keeps changing
All too fast, too soon.
O mind you sing such an unpredictable song.