Mrs. Weatherbee..

Mrs. Long Weatherbee,

While rummaging through her old closet

Found her good-old pink lingerie.

With a smile on her face

Along came good-old memories.

 

In her teens, Mrs. Weatherbee,

Had stolen glances from nearly-naked chiseled boys

Girls ridiculed her, many laughed at her stupidity.

“Oh, how silly of me to wear this pink lingerie to the beach!”

 

To escape the humiliation,

Mrs. Weatherbee had dived into the sea.

She swam long and hard,

Suddenly the currents became strong.

Pulling her deeper into the sea.

That’s when she met the man of her dreams.

 

Mr. Weatherbee,

Saved Mrs. Weatherbee from drowning

& instantly fell in love with her in the sea.

Now, they’ve been married for many years.

But Mrs. Weatherbee still holds on

To her good-old pink lingerie

With all its bittersweet memories.  

Little Encounters of Love

At the cafe, we both reached out at once towards the cup of coffee placed at the counter. Our hands stopped midway, she turned and looked at me.

Our eyes locked for.. one second, two seconds, three seconds.. 

She quickly blinked and looked away.

I apologized and said, “Please, go ahead.”

She hesitated while reaching for the coffee.

So I said, “It’s fine, I am in no hurry.”

She lifted the cup, turned towards me again, looked into my eyes and gave me a smile.

I felt my heart stop.

She said, thank you and walked away.

 

The Wait

Who would have known

That I would sit here

Whiling away my time

Staring absently at the sky. 

 

Sometimes a honey bee

Breaks my reverie

Sometimes I sip on my tea

Listening to chirping melodies. 

 

Hours fly by 

From daylight to twinkles in the sky

As I sit and dreamily wait

For my lover to walk through the gate. 

 

Longing

I am sorry, I was away.

When I arrive,

I will search in your eyes

for longing and desire.

I guess,

you would miss me.

 

When I arrived,

 You never turned my way.

Or look towards me.

You even failed to realize,

I was away. 

 

I am standing by your side.

With longing and love in my eyes

Hoping, one day you’ll turn my way.

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State of the Religious

What is this religion for which we fight?

That we are so passionate and proud about..

Does it teach us to beat people?

Harm them, murder them, or hurt them?

If it does, then why are you standing by it?

If it doesn’t, then why are you doing it?

 

Religion is staying together and showing mercy.

It is loving one another and being at peace.

It is about making the world a better place for our children.

 

 

 

Love

Love.

A beautiful emotion,

the lesser said the better.

It is a feeling that needs

to be experienced.

 

Love is best seen in the eyes of your loved ones.

You know when that affectionate warmth is meant just for you.

You know that their hearts melt

when their lips slowly turn into a smile

every time they see you.

You know your love would give up everything

just to be with you.

 

Love is a feeling that slowly kills

a little bit of you,

yet you love..

Because it keeps you alive.

 

 

 

My Mother’s Perfume

She smiled in the mirror

while braiding her hair

with fair daisies.

 

She pinned them tightly

then draped on her

Rosy-pink saree like in 1980s.

 

Her face gleamed with joy

The kohl in her doe-eyes

Was a reason to many broken-hearted cries.

 

The pink lily talcum perfumed her cheeks

I look at her fondly

as Amma walks past me

like a summer breeze.

 

 

 

 

 

 

With cold hands and a numb mind

I walked to unwind.

 

Dull red and brilliant blue

Were the colours that came through..

From bars and her shiny eyes.

 

She glanced at me cold as ice

Then went amiss

Into the shadows of the night.

 

Like a stray I drifted away

Into the coldness of her familiar sight.