Gulzar

“O Dastaañgo, aik panna aur kholo, aur kaho…” And we all saw, more than 1500 of us, how a relationship so fragile, so precious, so battered by an unforgettable sense of wrong, as that between Draupadi and Yudhishtira, was revived by a simple act of friendship. An eponymous long poem by Pavan K Verma, adapted…

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To an Ocean

I picked a few empty shellsalong your shore.Empty homes of your childrennow long gone;Echoing you, the breeze, andtheir conversations with the sand.I wear them around my neck,at a home away from you;Little kisses, a sunset, and loverest on my bones.

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It’s March and suddenly spring. Whatever be the tint of your glasses, there are flowers to be seen everywhere. Isn’t it ironic then, that he chose to send me a whole notebook’s worth of paper covered in poetry and what should fall off from between the leaves but dried pink bougainvillea. ‘How do I not…

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Secret Letters

I write letters to you. Letters I’ll never post, Letters I’ll read and reread and imagine your replies to. Should I have used the bird stamps? Or the blue ones with the airplanes? Would you be home when the postman got there? Where would you tear the envelope? Would you make a clean cut Or…

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I love you – III

The ocean, you said You smelt like the ocean My love, that was but half true. I draw seashells on my letters; I find grains of sand in my hair; My skin tastes of salt. I stood there one evening, Watching the sun disappear You took back the ground beneath my feet, With every wave,…

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I love you – II 

You see the little crabs scuttling away – you’ve noticed how they always walk sideways? And it’s so magical the way they go gupp inside their little holes in the sand. I wonder if they’re dancing perhaps, and not walking.  I like to see you in whites. Your linen pants rolled all the way up to your…

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Red

kırmızı | red | rouge | rosso | rojo | أَحْمَر | červený | κόκκινος | красный | vermelho | rød | màu đỏ | แดง | लाल | লাল | سرخ | Love is red. Red roses are for lovers. There was love. Now there are remains. Like memories, the red roses bloom.

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