Has It…

Has it become a ritual

Of wishes, and blessings

On festive and date of birth?

A call away

Of little something,

More rejoinders, wished?

Life a way to each –

Situational and conditional,

Should accept, or expect from time?

 I wipe dust from my old albums….

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Surprise

It’s surprising,

To be surprised

By surprises.

 Surprise in giver and taker;

Surprises predictable and unpredictable;

Surprising someone with simple joys.

 The empty pot, surprisingly

Sprang to life;

A gift that died with time, surprising

How we lost each other;

And her call that day, surprised

My representational self.

 Indeed, it’s surprising

To be surprised

By surprises.

 

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Unknown Woman

I met her eyes that said nothing.

Waving the withered piece of cloth

A seeker, she managed to find in me.

Her gaze still fixed

A moment more it took to realize

It was the unknown, her seeker.

Could not ignore but wanted to,

Money I placed in that hand –

Unkempt, gnarled and unknown to touch….

My heart whispered and

A silent prayer passed my lip.

I met her eyes again that, still said nothing.

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A Decade

Knowing

Ten Years…

Two strangers get introduced

Formally;

Knowing you, knowing me.

Two families meet

In agreement;

Uniting him, uniting her.

Ten years….

We recall the journey

Of acceptance, adjustments

And selflessness in

Loving you, loving me.