Meeting: A Play

Urn (Courtesy: Pixabay)

Scene: On a deserted road

Lady: Did you bring it?

Man: Greetings (said with some irony, emphasizing Lady’s lack of manners). Yes, I did.

Lady: Where is it?

Man: Here.

Of Love and Obstacles

I didn’t go out and seek love….Rumi says we don’t need to hunt for love outside ourselves. All we need to do is to eliminate the barriers inside that keep us away from love. – Elif Shafak, The Forty Rules of Love

Read my latest blog post Of Love and The Imagination: https://ofopinions.com/2017/06/23/of-love-and-the-imagination/

Of Cakes and Destiny

Destiny cuts
the cake of love,
Three slices to some,
To others, a crumb.

Stefano Benni, Margherita Dolce Vita

I’ve been eating a lot of the above this week. I’ve been thinking a fair bit about the above too.

Read my latest post Of The Comfort of Strangers: http://wp.me/p3KqvA-2xc

Of Longing

My life is just little trails of love, drifting in and out. Friends, family, everything. Even cats. – Me, in a WhatsApp conversation.

Of Love and Summer

Arguably Shakespeare’s most famous poem, Sonnet 18 speaks of love, youth and the passing of time.

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Translate – A Poem

Girl (Courtesy: Pixabay)

They look at me
As if I cannot see
My face burns
I feel envy.

My pain doesn’t translate
Into words that hate

Folk Song – A Poem

Guitar (Courtesy: Pixabay)

Chorus:
I’ll put my dreams in a box
Seal it up good, use a sturdy lock
I’ll bid my dreams fare thee well
‘Cause they were all talking with nothing to sell.

They told me to grow up
Before I grow old

Amrita: In Defence of Her Hair

Amrita, and her Hair

Her parents deemed her of ambrosial* quality.
Black wires grow on her head+
For which their is little accountability.
Her pater is to blame for its heredity.

Exquisite – A Poem

Villa Savoye, designed by Le Corbusier

That’s the only prerequisite
Your submission must be exquisite.

Le Corbusier’s lines
Across the summit

Unpremeditated – A Poem

Knife

If there was a vision
A gateway into this, 5 or 6 years ago.
If there was a vision of you
Wearied, humbled,