I Miss You!

I Miss You



The scenario has shifted,

The ambiance has changed,

And I am alone

In wilderness

The mist of solitude hanging on me

A subtle current runs through my heart


I remember you

I remember your smile

I remember your eyes

I remember your  face

I remember your  voice

I remember how you burst out laughing

I remember how you withdrew into a shell

I remember you

I miss you


I do.


Why You?


I asked myself,

Why you?


Is it the curly curls, the beautiful eyes, the smooth throat, the nibbly earlobes…


Is it the silky voice, the infectious laughter, the ready with, the inimitable sense of humor…


Is it the vulnerability, the innocence, the charm, the evoking of a paternal instinct…


Is it the innate goodness, the moral strength, the consideration, the desire to do what is right..


And then I thought

Isn’t it enough

That I know

It’s you


How many of us –

How many many

Spend lifetimes looking for that elusive

Her and him

And never reach there

Isn’t it enough

That I know

It’s you

So why bother

Why you!

From The Beginning To The End

Today, again, I was thinking of you

The thoughts flitting about

Like in a slide presentation

(I’m in a development organization now)

How it started

How it ended.

From the beginning

To the end


The hazel eyes, the long hair

The words of affection

The poem

The touching of hands

The embrace, the kiss

The walk in the rain

The passion, the sex

The pure joy of being in love



The illusion, the disenchantment, the mist

The slipping gaze, the empty words

The cynicism met with sarcasm

The fights

The failing persuasions

The rising barriers

The growing apart


The hour of reckoning

The fear of the known

The final call

The final farewell

The end


It began

It ended

Everything does!

Memories remain, situations vanish

Things can never be the same again

This is the way of life

Isn’t it?

An End, A Beginning

Tonight, I was flipping through my poems


– Each one a cherished memory,

Reminder of a tender moment


And then I thought

If all of that has ended

That I’ve lost the ability to love like that

The ability to feel like that

And if it was the end


It was then that you shook me from my reverie

Asking an inane question and smiling that trademark smile of yours

Which never fails to evoke one from me

You – my beautiful daughter


And I looked deep into your eyes

And thought that perhaps there had been an end

But there had also been a new beginning.