Poetic Complexities

The poetic complexities of life

Our Walk

You walk

I walk

Life goes on

Creating memories all along

You stop

I walk on

That Empty Bench

This bench no longer holds our vulnerabilities. 

This bench does not speak to us anymore.

I Find You

In stillness and in motion

In darkness and in light

I find you

You are so naive

Leaf Kites

My leaf kites are filled with memories,

With feelings never being told,

If they fly to you, catch them quick,

Else they already have a place in my balcony.

Love Veins

You say 'Everything is impermanent'

I say 'Put my heart on the litmus leaf'

You may look at the colours fading away,

While I, at the love veins staying alive, forever.

Calculated Love

Calculated love is a dangerous thing

But a necessity, sometimes

It measures the magnitude of emotions

And foresees the expiry date

Much before one traverses the realms of love,

In the realms of pain,

For deep in those pangs, love comes to rest

Yet without love, the soul is restless 

It craves for a mate to call its own

Or rather to forget the 'I'

For within the precincts of 'I', lies the epiphany of love

And the root cause of suffering

That leaves one wounded for life 

The wound, which is another name for life

She bares her soul and asks - if he can ever quantify her emotions

He says he can't, but he quantifies his own

A touch, a smell, a kiss - is all that she owns

And he owns the accounts of his emotions, 

Of which nothing is a celebration of his beloved 

His soul is bereft of love

For it was always the ‘calculated love’

Note: The poem is written in collaboration with a friend, who likes to stay anonymous. Let's call him 'T'