November 3, 2015

Obvious

Sly gazes.
Passing glances.
Any steady form of eye contact. Only if she willed it.
She could often feel his ardor course through her whole being.

Away and afar.
Or in close proximity.
Any ruse for the latter.
Just to be around. Her presence.

Comfortable silences. Just being.
Or free-flowing conversation.
Craving for either form of communication.
To unravel the enigma she is. One thought or gesture at a time.

He couldn’t help but convey.
And she couldn’t help but notice.
What is it that they call it?
A spark? Chemistry? Dynamics?

It was so obvious to her, and to him.
And yet never to anyone else around.

December 27, 2014

Trees


I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

~ Joyce Kilmer, “Trees"



Seeing



The more often we see the things around us - even the beautiful and wonderful things - the more they become invisible to us. That is why we often take for granted the beauty of this world: the flowers, the trees, the birds, the clouds - even those we love. Because we see things so often, we see them less and less.


~ Joseph B. Wirthlin.

Waiting



"For a while" is a phrase whose length can't be measured. At least by the person who's waiting.

~ Haruki Murakami
(South of the Border, West of the Sun)

July 2, 2014

Offline online

She mused about how many different ways there were to keep in touch these days.
Especially online - one-to-one and one-to-one-but-can-be-seen-by-many. 

Which is why the message is particularly clear when no means seem to "reach" someone.
Oh well.

March 17, 2014

Quote - Unquote

This quote probably summarizes my take on friendships...

Nobody likes being alone that much. I don't go out of my way to make friends, that's all. It just leads to disappointment

Haruki Murakami

February 23, 2014

Affair

Was dating a co-worker ever a good idea?
Was it only physical? Was there no mental connect?

Feeling ecstasy to feeling shame. 
Feeling pleasure to feeling used.
Her mind always vacillated. 

She wished she could find out. 
Only, if he were not married.

Love

Oiling your face means you will love your mother more.

Would it work the other way around?” wondered 5-year old Malutty, about her muthassi’s* tip.
She poured out a handful. 

And hoped her step-mom would love her more. 

* Muthassi = Grandma (in Malayalam)

December 21, 2012

Disappointment

She told him that she was getting married.
He said that he wished her well.

She waited.
For the hint of sadness. For that tinge of disappointment.
Which never came.

And that, both, saddened and disappointed her.

February 19, 2012

Closure


It did not occur to him that ‘they’ were really ‘over’.
Maybe he had trouble accepting it. Or did not believe it.

Not when she said that she saw her future, and it did not have him.
Not when she said that they could still remain good friends… just good friends.
Not when he’d gotten to know from mutual friends that her family had started “looking”.
Not when she happened to casually mention to him that there was pressure on her to ‘settle down’ soon.
Not when she called him up to tell him that she was getting engaged. He remembered the awkward phone conversation when she broke the news to him. He had done the customary ‘congratulations’ bit, but the delay (even if for a split-second) was too obvious.
Not when he saw the engagement pictures splayed all over her profile (and her friends’).

Sitting in that wedding hall, seeing her walk onto the mandap…and into another man’s life. That was the most difficult moment in his life - ever.

To see her standing next to another man.
To see her becoming his.
To see that happiness in her eyes.
To see the scene which he had always imagined of, several times - with her.

He regretted attending the wedding. He wasn’t even sure why he did.
Maybe for the much needed closure. Maybe.