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So here I am! Reclaiming my old dead blog! Its been a long break, More than 3 years I guess. And a lot has happened in these three years. The most recent development has been that I have begun writing poetry at the prodding of a friend. My friends seem to like it though I squirm when they call me a poet. For me poetry is a something written by hugely gifted people, like Tagore, Wordsworth, Keats and so on.Today, with this free verse and all, I feel anyone can call himself/herself a poet. But I find it allows me to give form to my amorphous feelings. It provides me with a sense of release.Here are some of them.

I am 
awestruck
by the miraculous
alchemy of love
that every word 
I write for you
becomes a Sufi poem

.
10th Nov. 2012

I wait 
for your footsteps
I leave doors
wide open
for you, the stranger
I have known for ever
I'll wrap you around me
till I am no more
you, the pain
of my choosing

and my joy unbounded..

9th Nov 2012

i watch them
as they come 
spilling out 
hot, slashing words
I watch them 
as they cut, 
pierce and burn
I wonder where 
they have lain hidden 
in which rotting 

wound within me
were they born
I watch them go
my lips taste of
cold ash
Tuesday- 6th Nov 2012

We

rise together

heavenwards

in a single flame

there was no beginning

there is no end

a love that lives forever

Oct 30, 2012-13

this can be

that cannot be

this is the truth

and that is not

I build my prison

bar by bar

locked up 

in my certainties

Oct 24^th 2012-12

I see her sulk and
I see her smile
I see her dance and
I hear her sing
I see her turned out
in her fine clothes
I see her eat with 
a thousand mouths
I see her
the goddess

as she walks the earth

Oct 21, 2012-11

The beat of the dhaak
dances in my blood
the Goddess sits within
and without
Oct21, 2012-10

I crave to know you
and be known
and yet I am
this flow eternal
ever new and
ever changing
unfathomable 
in my depths
all our knowing 
of each other

puddles drying 
in the sun

Oct17, 2012-9

who am I
and 
who are you
oppressive imprisonment 
of words
in the pure space
of our meeting
all descriptions
fall away
oct14, 2012-8