I am happy, I curbed
My fanatic heart
From painting
Another canvas plush
With pulsating colors
So fast.

Yet its sinking has left
A deep dimple in my chest
And my heart – swollen, floats
In the mires of my belly.

Putty and plaster
I have enough
To fill the gap
Completely.

So I shall not spend
Another age
Fishing it out
Only to lose it
Again.

May 18th, 2009.

In Memoir

I could almost, if I tried, let it fall
A tear for you, whom I love not.

For you loved me.

I knew it, yes, long I believe
Ever since I read my casual words
Carved on your countenance.

I dare not surmise - I fathom your despair.

I have yet to suffer
The wanting and the waiting,
The soul-wrenching agony,
Of loving one
Who loves not me.

Between pains -
Of him and me and now you
And then those to come -
I hunt for happiness,
Salvageable joys.

Relentlessly,
…
Life goes on.

April 19th, 2009.

Belonging

[Here follows, another ode, resplendent with "I"]

In a few oblong years
Surreptitiously
My emotions have transfigured
From an infinite echoing void
To first, a serenading prose
And now, a musical poesy.

I cannot write
Enough
On the mesmerising magic
Of the twittering sun birds
Flitting endlessly
In the flame-bearing Gulmohars
On a wet breezy May morning.

I sit sated
Long brimful,
Slowly dripping
With emotion.

I feign I have friends
Among happenings of nature
The comings and goings of lady-bugs

The blossoming of little purple flowers

The scattering of rain into spectra
The secret whispering of winds.

My grave, like my life
Should be littered with flowers -
Endless monuments
Of beauty dying young.

May 4th, 2009.