A woman’s possession or right-
Along with a Man’s signature
Of a passionate lover’s kissing lips
Nor a deadly bite of lusty teeth on
Bleeding virginity.
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Arms of displeasure and
Intimately woven into my soulNothingness in everything aroundAre embracing my existence.As and When I sleepLoneliness grips my heart,Inner voids get filled withNever ending longing for you,And to expand into the Shapeless.Shapes that you formEngulfing me and my soul,Entering my dreams andMonitoring my desiresAcquire ever changing forms.Since that day of departure-Every moment and day,Every inch of…
Hardest of the hearts melt
St. Valentine blesses this way.
The first ever poetry
in my life so short-full of innocent ignorancedevoid of wise rational mindwas ‘Savitri’, by a Yogi.It was a great Verse,the greatest of courseas on this day, whichunfortunately is great, yetless read and followed,less understood,native to a few around,alien to many on my land.That Yogi, my revered-A noble Laureate of 1943awarded for poetry,one of the greatestsages…
Your love
for the myriad questionsnever answeredby this man,now your husbandin the eyesof the society.
Again I repeat,
in publicI did not commita crimeby making medifferentfrom highly rated,highly publicized,highly talked ofpeople likea Kasab,a Ram Rahim,a Sarathi,an Asharam,but instead liveda lifeof a common man,feeling hunger and thirst,feeling happy and sad,did many things ordinary,shouting, laughing,crying, quarreling,asking when I neededanything missing-Am I immune to theLaws of this Land?
Eyes dry, all tears shed
Nothing left to rest upon.