Vanish (in the memory of my late father)

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Blogging from A to Z Challenge [April 2015] 

 

 

 

Only the touch is gone

the fragrance lingers

 

the voice will not be heard

the words etched in memory

 

you are a permanent embroidery

on my being

 

So I know

your body has vanished

 

into the five elements

 

we will never be separated.



incomplete

like the flavour 

of a missing ingredient

you can't pinpoint

but miss

the recipe of life

is not bad

without love

just incomplete !

A bird's life

Sometime or the other
I'm sure we all wish
to be a bird

it might be
the sudden urge
to just fly free
get rid of a worry
or just be....

sometimes it is
out of joy
to spread the wings
and measure the sky

yeah a bird
is free from petrol prices
and relationship complexities

but finding the tastiest worm
or cushioning the best nest to rest
would also be
a different kind of rut

spring to miss
mate to find
nest to make
dinner to bring back...

want to be a bird ?

Delhi Book Fair

The sights and smells
here would send me on a tizzy
Like a grasshopper
on caffeine
I would hop from one pile to another

Inspite of the
picnic-making crowds in the aisles
the sweltering heat
the fear of pick-pockets
I would make my way
from one end to the other

not once
but on two or three days

at the end of them
my bags would be full
my wallet empty
but my heart still wanting more

Delhi book fair
This time I'm not there
do you miss me?