Regret #3829

I wish I could
Turn back time
And go back
To when we first
Locked eyes with
Each other and
Started talking

This time I would keep walking

A Heart of Gold – II

It is your heart of gold
That filled mine with delight
It is your heart of gold
That shines through the night

It is your heart of gold
That reflects in your eyes
It is your heart of gold
That lights up the skies

It is your heart of gold
Why I put you in a museum
It is your heart of gold
Why tickets sell at a premium

Experiences

Loving you feels magical
Charming and surreal
An act of warmth and ecstasy
Unrivalled fantasy
Your love leaves me exuberant
Loving you just feels different

Believe me, Darling
All that I speak is true
Believe me, Darling
I’ve loved a hundred before you

Test of Love

When it seems like
You are failing in love
With no hopes of success
In near or distant future

Then perhaps it is time
To stop dating a teacher

Your Turn

Don’t be afraid
To make the next move
It might make
All the difference actually

Now if only you could
Roll an eight in monopoly

When The Wind Blows

When the wind blew in and
Touched my skin
Your memories resurfaced
From deep within

The memories I thought I
Had successfully blocked
Of how you always left
The windows unlocked

Father’s Day poem

Dear Dad
A very happy father’s day to you
A lot of things
I’ve learned in life
I owe them to you

My childhood was filled with laughter and merriment
And I have several fond memories to go with it
Like the time we had a leaking pipe
When you declared that you were the type
Of man to handle such problems
I saw you carry your toolbox
Determinedly
Like a thief out to pick locks
And you set off to work your magic

You took a wrench
And made a turn
Next came pliers
Oh what a fun
But nothing seemed to work
That’s when you took the hammer out
And landed a critical blow
Perhaps the most critical blow in the history
Of this family

Our house turned into a glorious fountain
Water water everywhere
I remember it like yesterday
Because I was hopping in puddles
But not everyone saw the funny side of it
Especially Mom who spoke some choice words
I had never heard before

Oh well let us not dwell
Too much on the past
Time has passed
But you still make us laugh and
That’s why I needed to thank you

A lot of things I’ve learned in life
I owe them to you
If I ever have a leaking pipe
I have my plumber on speed-dial
Who’d come and take care of matters
In a jiffy
But I won’t make a very good dad
By robbing my kids a chance of being glad
But that’s a story for another day
Because today is your day
And once again I wish you
A very happy Father’s Day

Regret #7210

I have never been hasty
Always been patient and calm
Beats me why I got a
Tattoo of your name on my arm

Dolores #4 or Can Grief Carry My Heart?



My heart weighs a little over ten ounces
I can tell by the way it beats

It used to be filled with love to the brim
Wave after wave of red splashing on the shore

That love has now been renamed
It is still love, make no mistake, only heavier
The waves are still, silent almost
Barely a ripple runs across the surface
Yet it runs deeper than it ever has

It strains the muscles of my heart
To carry that weight around
For years and years
The heartbeats, like my breaths, turn long and deep

I wonder, even wish sometimes,
If the roles could be reversed
That if Grief could carry my heart
Instead of my heart carrying Grief
Would I feel a little lighter?
Would I feel a little less burdened?

I wonder if Grief is strong enough
To carry a little over ten ounces in its arms
For a single minute

Dolores #3 or How Tall is Grief’s Shadow?

I rise from my sleep and
Check the clock by the bedside
It’s twenty minutes past
Midnight

I wipe the sweat off my
Forehead and try to
Control my heavy
Breathing

I approach the mirror
Illuminated miserly by
The penetrating, silver
Moonlight

I do not see my reflection
Instead it is a pitch-dark
Silhouette staring back at me
Unnervingly

I watch it grow steadily
Continually; till the mirror
Could no longer hold it
Prisoner

The silhouette curves its back
To avoid hitting the ceiling
It beckons me to come
Closer

I stand there stunned, amazed
Confused; like a child in the
Vicinity of a massive, black
Tree

It beckons me again and again
Hesitatingly I move towards it
Its dark tail wagging with
Fervour

It wraps its arms around me
In a comforting embrace and
Then lifts me up to its lightless
Face

Its mouth opens and I can see
The universe dancing inside
With a swift movement I am
Swallowed

I land on a soft bed and
Check the clock floating overhead
It’s fifteen minutes past
Midnight