I am a simple lover of poetry who did not dabble in writing it till five years ago. Had written a few before, including one when I was eight. But never took it seriously as a hobby till I was past forty. But now, it is a soothing caress for a tired or troubled mind.
(This is based on a true incident. Of how a mother asked her lover to kill her own husband and child, so that they can elope and lead a life together. he has been given capital punishment and she, double life terms. But irrespective of all that, the incident created a huge shock, as I still cant imagine how a mother can kill her own 4 year old child for carnal pleasures.) .
What is it this thing called love
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Long before the rooster calls
And the night breaks into a dawn
I toss and turn upon my bed, when
All those dreams of mine are born
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She enters into a world of her own
As words tumble on to her page
Flowing like a ballet dancer’s steps
Profound, like words from a sage
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“If Only I had not drunk and drove”
“If Only I had gone for a morning walk daily ”
“If Only it had not begun to rain”
If Only I would stop saying “If Only”
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(This was written 72 hours after I bid adieu to one of the most loveable persons I have known in my life – my father in law, no my Father and my wife Priya’s biological father. In these lines I have tried to describe his last moments in his own words.)
I lie in the hospital bed, my wife
My daughter and her husband by my side
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