Monday, November 11, 2013

Of

not being able to say, of saying too much,
of playing the part doomed from the start,
of hesitating, of being forgotten or worse
being remembered scantly, once in a while,
of being of years past among those he once
knew, of an enervating kind of memory, of
not being able to figure the reason of why
this happened and that. Of each of these
- leave it or bite it - love does not happen
in the absence of fear, it happens despite it. 

4 comments:

ruchika tara mathur said...

So good, this.

Anonymous said...

very nice
shilpi

Anonymous said...

I heard you recite this poetry yesterday not just that it is beautiful. It is something I 'needed 'to hear. The way you write is not an effort it comes with such beautiful flow and simplicity that it stays.

Thanks. I needed this poem. :')

_ Ex-student

Anonymous said...

I heard you recite this poetry yesterday not just that it is beautiful. It is something I 'needed 'to hear. The way you write is not an effort it comes with such beautiful flow and simplicity that it stays.

Thanks. I needed this poem. :')

_ Ex-student