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 #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

Dolores #2 or How Not To Deal With Grief

I tried humour first
Tried laughing it off
Only to hear my echo
Return with a penetrating force

I tried talking about it
Only to realise I didn’t have enough words to say
I checked online
Others were caught in the same conundrum
Everybody wanted to share
But nobody had the vocabulary

I tried sad songs and movies
I sat with her and flipped
Through tunes and scenes
To get a sense of what others are going through
Mistake number one
She understood that it was the norm
To overstay your welcome
And live rent-free in your host’s overflowing heart

I tried isolation next
Locked her in a dark room
Left her to starve
I was sure she’d stop annoying me
I was wrong
She didn’t cease her misbehaviour
It only made her worse
It made her stronger
Mistake number two

I tried ignoring her
Tried giving her no attention
Only to realise I
Needed her as much
As she needed me
Or perhaps more
Strike three

I’ve given up
I’ve no hope in me
I must embrace it
Let my life revolve around it
Place my bricks around it
And build myself a refuge
If I can