My Poems

  Look at him! A consultant,  With laptop bag and carry-on,   Trudging past the lighted signs   Of closing shops and restaurants;   You can see the crazy week   Of sleepless nights, of earnest fights,   Reflected in his pale red eyes;   But it's strange - were you to go   And tap his shoulders drooping low   He'll turn around with nothing but  A smiling face!   A smiling face that's attentive,   A smiling face that's engaging,   A smiling face that understands   That you have all the rights to think   That he has answers ready-made   For any quest that you seem fit   To ask of him.   He knows his words are important -  Every one that leaves his lips   And imprints in the minds of men,   In reviews and documents;   Hence he thinks and answers well,   Sometimes in long-wound sentences,   But more often, a terse reply -  No more than that.  More than th...

I thought it was the moonlit night,  The silent birds and vagrant wind  That partook the 'bye' before  The separation by the seas  But 'twas not love!  I thought it was the year long wait  With letters long to fill the space  Whose lines we read a hundred times  And poured our hearts more than the blue  But 'twas not love!  I thought it was the sudden kiss  That once escaped from my lips,  The widened eyes that showed surprise  And joy and warmth of homecoming  But 'twas not love!  I thought it was the trembling hands  And throbbing heart that yearned for me  The silent sobs and violent sighs  Which broke my heart and filled my eyes  But 'twas not love!

"Are you scared?" "I'm terrified!" "Your first time?" "Yes... I don't believe in rebirths." "Oh my! You are scared! Take some deep breaths;  Everything will be all right.  Have a safe flight!" Little did the agent know That I fly every week; I was talking about my life!

Boring Co-traveller [A conversational poem]   "You are the most reticent co-traveller that I ever had!" "Dude, I fly every week."   Yes, but you live only once!