Thursday, February 16, 2012

the strange things about love ...

Whatever it was it wasn't love!
It was about getting even.
I hurt you because you hurt me
I lied to you as you lied to me
I deceived for you cheated too;
and both wondered -
why couldnt you love as I do! ...
And this skin communicated thing,
whatever it was, it wasn't love.

and now after so many years ...
when I have held you in my poems
and your smiling face and twinkling eyes 
 come alive from the pages with words not spoken,
 I feel happy that you are here for me.
Now you are always there, waiting,
in the alleyways of my poetry,
a little silent perhaps
and may be a bit foggy
but letting me feel that
I am not alone,
not entirely, that is!