Nostalgia and Emotions

Among the sediment of sentiments

SOBREMESA

Yeh ishq, haraamkhor! (Love, you bastard!)

Bahut ro liye hum ne aansoo
Poori na hui jo humaari aarzoo

Cobwebs & Brushes

Finely woven fibres
Growing in dark corners
Of the mind
Delicately intricate strands

Billet Doux

There was a time I’d write.

Furtively.
With fountain pen and India ink.
On handmade paper.

BEGUILED

My heart

It once came across an angel

White wore she

Her halo intact

Her aura glowed

Pure and pristine

Ticking, Traumatized

A hand reaches down.
And picks them up, gingerly, gently, with care.
A fractured fragment.
A shattered shard.
Brittle, broken, ruptured remnants.
Places them in order.

YOUR MASTERPIECE

I’d rather write a thousand words
And have you draw that one picture
On the canvas of your mind

You know that familiar scalloped shape
Tapering to a point
Colour it a crimson
Let the paint run

SHEET OF PAIN

See that wad of paper on the floor?

Crushed, crumpled, forlorn and alone,
Cast aside and thrown away, ignored, stepped upon…
Without the dignity of being put in a bin,
Where it can lie hidden, in wait of recycling.

It was once a fresh, crisp sheet.