She was my sunflower
I saw her one night, holding her eyes on me
I saw her glaze in the moonlight
I was in the bed
Only the window bars between us
But this sunflower was slanting towards me!
I was her sun, she was my sunflower
She looked on me, I looked on her
I gave her my sunlight, I gave her my sunshine
Morning came and the sun came down
She told me she can’t hold
Take me with you or I’ll burn
I need your light I need your heart
I can’t stand the sun’s gaze and heat
I reached for her, she leaned to me
The sun came down and shined on us
I couldn’t run away; I couldn’t turn back
It was too hot, but she arched towards me;
her last bow
Unyielding to the sun’s gravity
She burned into my heart

01.10.2002

dedicated to Priya [29.08.1979 - 13.08.2002]

Tags: cusat, gravity, priya, sun, sunflower, sunlight

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when u write, u may feel u r putting urself into the paper, that the fluid running thru the pen is ur blood. u donno how it wud be for the person reading.

It takes time and pain for me
to disappear myself
and then appear before you
Then i don’t know
how i would come out
befor your eyes
Afraid i would show myself
as a bird or a butterfly
or a tree or an ant
or just green
or as a blade of grass
with whom i usually identify myself
And then how would i get your attention?
Pecking your nose with my beaks
displaying my colors to you
dropping a fruit for you
climbing your arms,
getting inside your brassiere
and biting on your breasts
being just green
being soft to your feet
And if you would notice me
and kiss me
and hug me
I’ll be ever with you
as a bird, as a butterfly
as an ant, as a tree
as green grass
I’ll be ever with you
for you—
disappearing I am, disappearing
legs gone, head gone
hands alone writing this story
going…
coming…

santathana hostel, cusat, 02.05.01

Tags: ant, beaks, brassiere, breasts, butterfly, cusat, grass, green grass, hostel, pen, poem, sanathana hostel, tree, writing

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when love happens again after a long time.. and you are out of SOBS,, 
SOBS ~ Society Of Broken heartS, Sanathana Hostel

Tags: blood, cusat, hostel, hyperactive, sanathana hostel, sobs, society of broken hearts, university

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we used to pen anonymous letters, custom in my class. atmospheric science guy (wind) used to chat with her (shawl) always; sea (oceanography) disliked.

I was mistaken
In reading your eyes
They betrayed me
When the wind blows
And take away that brown shawl
Don’t hesitate
Go with the wind
The wind you admire
Because I’m not the wind
I am only the sea
And try not
To flutter with the wind
Over the sea
As the calm sea
May enrage and foam up
Taking the shawl with the waves
Into the depths ~ to no escape
And your wind will be alone
Alone and alone as I am

the sea

17.11.2000 2.20 p.m.

Tags: anonymous letters, atmospheric science, cusat, ocean, physical oceanography, sea, shawl, waves, wind

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