letters
Monday, December 31, 2007
Be My Woman...The Reply
Come into my fold
I shall impart you my soul
Infuse you with my own life breath
Teach you tenderness and combat;
Philosophy and poetry; rhyme and rhythm
Make you in my own likeliness
As you call me "Mother".
Storm into my cognizance
I shall share with you my playthings
Lend you my friendship, my faith
Teach you fights and forgiveness
Chiding and childhood; turmoil and trust
As you cling on to my tresses
And call me thine beloved - “Sister”.
Wander into my life
I shall wipe your bitter tears
Offer you my soul; my gauzy dreams laid bare
Teach you my love and hatred
Pains and pleasures; vices and virtues
Evince the hues of heaven
Be your treasured, cherished “Missus”
Forgive you I shall not-
The scathing infidelities thine
As you took the sheen of my soul
And tossed it nonchalantly aside
Hurt and humiliation, anguish and ache
I was accorded; they remain mine
And I shall remain yours, “Remorse”.
I shall impart you my soul
Infuse you with my own life breath
Teach you tenderness and combat;
Philosophy and poetry; rhyme and rhythm
Make you in my own likeliness
As you call me "Mother".
Storm into my cognizance
I shall share with you my playthings
Lend you my friendship, my faith
Teach you fights and forgiveness
Chiding and childhood; turmoil and trust
As you cling on to my tresses
And call me thine beloved - “Sister”.
Wander into my life
I shall wipe your bitter tears
Offer you my soul; my gauzy dreams laid bare
Teach you my love and hatred
Pains and pleasures; vices and virtues
Evince the hues of heaven
Be your treasured, cherished “Missus”
Forgive you I shall not-
The scathing infidelities thine
As you took the sheen of my soul
And tossed it nonchalantly aside
Hurt and humiliation, anguish and ache
I was accorded; they remain mine
And I shall remain yours, “Remorse”.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
To Raj
Hi Raj,
Ur right...they never die.They live on, in those who love them. They haunt our hopes, creep into the indiscernible dreams of our darkest nights, breath life into our gauzy morning languor, crowd us in the loneliest of evenings and walk with us in the deserted alleys of the city. As we cry our crystal teardrops, they cheer their own victory...they never leave.
Suji
Ur right...they never die.They live on, in those who love them. They haunt our hopes, creep into the indiscernible dreams of our darkest nights, breath life into our gauzy morning languor, crowd us in the loneliest of evenings and walk with us in the deserted alleys of the city. As we cry our crystal teardrops, they cheer their own victory...they never leave.
Suji
