Sunday, 6 May 2018


I think most times it's attraction before love happens (if love happens, rather romance). Attraction fades with time. Romance may fade too. But love can continue. Being together, sharing life, caring, is loving. While this loving goes on, you can get attracted to another. It's chemistry. That's when your integrity is tested. Do you succumb to the new attraction and get into a new romance, knowing that it can jeopardize the love relationship you already are in? Once you succumb to it, you have put your initial love relationship at risk. You bear the consequences accordingly.

If love were unconditional, this wouldn't matter. Love is conditional. It has expectations. It feels cheated. It feels unfair. And, this same love forgives. (Or, may not) It expects again. Gets hurt again. Feels cheated again. When do you draw a line? How many times can love forgive? But, the irony is that love does forgive. Love goes on.

You come to a point when you make a final decision. Do you let go? (as in freeing yourself of your attachment to the person, but you're still together) Or, do you bid the person goodbye? (as in not being together anymore, but maybe you can be friends) Tough decision! Have to make it. Otherwise, you end up begrudging the person, cursing love, plotting revenge or drowning in misery indulging in alcohol abuse, or ending life.

Is it really love that is conditional? I'd say love is conditioned. WE tend to make love conditional. Love, by itself, is free flowing. It flutters. It fleetly flees and flies. It lands. It flutters. Flies again. Comes back. Flutters guiltless.

WE want to clip its wings and keep it for ourselves alone. "It's meant for me. I should have it all for myself. Why should anyone else get it?" That's our ego talking. That's not love. That's not loving. That's wanting. When we want something, we have to get it. We don't get it, we're sad. Maybe angry. Worst of all, miserable. Somebody else gets it, we cannot understand how, why. It's not love that's affected. It's our ego. "I didn't get it - how come?" That's our attitude.

Love understands. Love empathizes. Love gives. Love embraces. Love promotes peace. Love facilitates happiness.

Love simply loves.

Love lets go. (We might cry, but impermanently. Once we've let go, love is clearer. The heart rests.)

Love IS UNgraspable.

(Even WE are conditioned. We are conditioned by society to view love in a certain way.)

Friday, 20 January 2017


Stories in books -
if you were to tell them,
would they be the same
as you read them,
as they were written?

Stories lived -
if you were to write them,
would they be the same
as they were lived,
as they were told?

Stories untold -
if you were to find them,
would you write them
as narrated,
as you observed?

Stories told, untold -
they have a life
of their own
no one can depict
exactly the way they are.

Story tellers
Story writers
have a way with words
that come from within
themselves - their own story.

since that day

You know,
since that day -
the day we shouted at each other -
I've felt misunderstood,
All those years
seem wasted,
keepin' on
with this hope -
that everything will be fine,
we'll all grow up
into fine individuals.
We've grown -
we have -
only to love our own selves,
to take care
of our own needs.
Our selfish dreams!
Oh yes!
with each passing year,
we grow apart.
I bid halfheartedly.
There's no losing
what never was ours (combined).
I've accepted
the brewing hatred,
The eyes -
they say it all.
Our lips -
sealed -
like our bodies were frozen.
I've often felt
the cold-ness of yours.
My heart shudders.
My strength waning,
I choose to stay warm.
Winter is faithfully harsh.
I cannot tell
if I'll be blessed
with another warm season.
I might as well enjoy
the winter's moment.

Wednesday, 26 October 2016

The fallen
hair -
not the last -
on her shoulder,
a light burden.

Will the blade crack
when the last one falls?

Will she still be standing

Her shoulders stooped
like her height were a hindrance?

Her steps robotic
like she had no control?

Her sleep lost
like age was a problem?

Her dreams dying
like nightmare had to win?

Her breath slow
like fast was a crime?

will her last breath happen
the last hair falls?

When Ego and Humility Meet...

When Ego and Humility meet,
there's no discussion;
only instruction,
resentment simmering in silence.

One breathing hard,
the other's neck burning;
one's weight overbearing,
the other's physicality shrinking;
one speaking sarcasm,
the other's mind clogged;
one meaning "I'll tell you, you do it,"
the other feeling loss of joy.

Their meeting inevitable
unless Humility acts.
So, the first scene unfolds.
There is pretense on both sides.
When the second scene is on,
realization dawns on Ego.
The third scene in slow motion
and then the act is over.

Humility is spared
Ego's bullying.

When I saw that picture...

Those leaves -
yellow, red, green -
a sign!
Some warmth,
cold invading.

Feet bare
no more, wrapped pink -
she walks

New morn -
sunlight streaming
fresh hope,
her tea
staring at her.

The news -
no, not shocking;
She cares no more.

Monday, 22 February 2016

one night...

In the quiet darkness
of the sad uncaring night,
sleep crept in gently -
unusually slow and late -
pillow its wet companion.