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A CONFESSION

Yes, I killed my husband.
To the world he was an awfully rich man.
To me he was a demon.
He tried to outrage my child’s modesty.
I could not do anything else then.
The kitchen knife was at hand.
Just four inches into his body and he was gone.
To me he was a habitual sexual offender, nothing else.

PERFECT LOVERS

Never had someone loved so deeply as they. They lived together. Under a sacrilegious bond. With children. In bliss. They aged gracefully. Died in each others’ arms. Yet, no mausoleum was erected or history written. They were just two lovers - Ordinary mortals. But with divine blessing of loving and being loved. Perfect lovers.

I CANNOT REMEMBER MY MOTHER ~ Rabindranath Tagore

I cannot remember my mother,
only sometime in the midst of my play
a tune seems to hover over my playthings,
the tune of some song that she used to
hum while rocking my cradle.


I cannot remember my mother
but when in the early autumn morning
the smell of the shiuli flowers floats in the air,
the scent of the morning service in the
temple comes to me as the scent of my mother.


I cannot remember my mother
only when from bedroom window
I send my eyes into the blue of the distant sky,
I feel that the stillness of my mother's gaze on my face
has spread all over the sky.

~Rabindranath Tagore
Note : This was one of  the earliest poems I read,loved and cherished.

TODAY

The eyes which knew nothing  but love… Are not on me today.
The lips that did nothing  but seal to mine.. Are wordless today.
The hands that did nothing but caress with passion… Are away today.
The heart that did nothing but cherish me… Is stone today.
The soul that was  entwined into mine… Is in a different world today.