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Three poems

Aeroplane
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I listen to their sound as they fly above me
in the sky that my apartment building owns
Listening hard for the noise of one that will bring you over a distance of about 3000 kms

It is strange how we became friends over shared journeys
Some on which I brought you along
And others on which you took me with you
Permission was not sought, granted or denied

I smile at a certain memory here and
At a shared anecdote there, as I look at the lights of the aeroplane
That seem to mock at me

As yet another flight has taken off some 3000 kms away and landed here
Closer to me
But you have chosen not to take it
In that you have also chosen to stay afar, at a distance
That I am unable scale
Unable to reason with
So that it would let me be with you

In that you have chosen to go back to being a stranger
And as has been between us
Permission was not sought, granted or denied

Netra
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I marvel at your small little body
As you run with a ferocity
Ahead of me
Your effort in putting energy every step is only visible to my eyes
To others you seem to run like a gazelle

Its not just your speed that intoxicates me,
The confidence with which you run knowing that I will not let anything come in your way
Leaving on to me to ward off your stronger play mates

Amazes me and I wonder
Why as we grow we loose this sense, this ability to trust w/o reservations
Why as we grow, we spend lives running scared of trusting, loving

Looking at you I re-learn a lot of things
some lessons that were misplaced in the hurry to get here, there, somewhere
In an attempt to arm you with the knowledge of my experience
As I dig in to my past and refurnish my present
I feel love and a smile sprouting
And darling! Am I grateful!

Strawberries
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I am glad that I am not your t-shirt or your favourite pair of pajamas
As you squish the strawberry in your hand to check it for wrigglies
The juice drips on to your night-shirt

I was hesitant, well reluctant
To bring to you, these,
Bothered about the stains that I knew will certainly appear on your dress and
on my favourite bedsheet

But as you licked the juices off your wrist
Mesmerised by the colour that your fingers had donned
Not caring if the mass of maroon sitting on your night shirt will leave a reminder of it having been there
And as your father smiled seeing you gobbling up the strawberries

I wonder at the smallness of my heart
Bothered more about blotches on a bedsheet?
On a night shirt
How many such small happinesses must have I blocked reachiing your heart

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Dreamer said…
Came across this blog while browsing and I guess that's the best thing that has happened to me today. You write insightfully and with a gift of uncovering life's hidden truths. Please keep writing. You have a dedicated follower now..
amu said…
Dreamer..thank you for your kind words. you are welcome to be part of the journey. cheers!

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