Turquoise Blue

You and I will
paint the sky
turquoise blue,
you said

I checked the
shade-card again
and looked at
the ceiling

“not that one, silly”
you admonished me

yes I did laugh
as if I too played
your juvenile games

I laughed at you
and at me, too
turquoise blue
will look awful
on the ceiling

by the way
I never saw
the hint of blue
you claimed
in your eyes
I tried, really …

you like to
repaint everything
in different colors
same colors even

and then that day
you insisted that
you literally turned
deep purple

very few can literally
turn deep purple
and talk about it later
i insisted

you are too literal
you retorted

this, to someone who
looked at the ceiling
when you said sky!

turquoise blue will
look awful
on the ceiling
I insist

Coffee, Love, and Casserole

in the coffee-shop
the potent mixture
of coffee steams
and love dreams
will never again be
for me

the coffee’s still there
so am i and so
will you be, i am sure
with or without me

i always refused
to lead, you
wanted to be the
pro`te`ge´, then
you changed

you decided to
lead, take me to
lands i was happy
reading about

for the record, i
always lusted after
you, but it was not

it was so easy to
end up wrapped
in a bed, but
that is so damn

so we baked
casseroles instead
and talked over wine
and burnt cheddar

today we have found
the equilibrium, i always
longed for

no leading, no following
or pulling the other
to roads unwanted

no looking at the bed
longingly, and fighting
stupid platonic urges

nor will you and i,
bake another casserole

(Old) New Year’s Laboured Rhyme

[Poem I wrote in 2004: Just as I had started blogging. I don't know if I ever posted in on a blog, though]

And the lord said unto them,
Go drink, drive, but don’t do both
Dance, till you drop, if you have to
But don’t break any oath

For that’s the thing for tomorrow,
And the day after …
Didn’t we invent the mantra
Resolution today, break it later

That’s another thing, added the lord
Almost as a post-script
Walk down the stairs, for god’s sake
Don’t always use the lift

That was a self-referential humor, of course
Anyone can understand that much
And those who work in tall towers
Didn’t appreciate that as such

That’s all that the lord said
But I’m going to do better
For I’ll spell out my resolutions
That I’ll break right after

Sanity first, insanity later
Restraint today, indulgence day after

Frivolity limited, quality unlimited
Work with passion, and early to bed

No more excuses, send mails on time
And write more poems, with a laboured rhyme


Wish you and your loved one (and I hope I’m one of them) very happy
new year. Wish you don’t have to read another such poem every again in
your life.