A Rainbow

“The only queer people are those who don’t love anybody.” ― Rita Mae Brown Love knows no gender Pride means, a feeling of deep pleasure or satisfaction derived from one’s own achievements, the achievements of those with whom one is closely associated, or from qualities or possessions that are widely admired is the explanation given

Of Death and Moving on….

‘Death is inevitable’ a fact that is told multiple times by many. When there is the occurrence of a death the sadness, irritability, sense of loss, unable to move on are all inevitable to the person/persons close to the deceased. I have gone through this umpteen times in the last 13 years, but each time

A Semicolon

I will never be able to explain it in words to the closest people in my life how, when and why it began. All I know is am suffering from it and its costing me a lot in terms of how I treat my family and some close friends. Have distanced myself from many in

Today…

I still remember you cooking me dishes. Remember you sitting on the ground making dough at the grinding stone. Memories of you walking and working in the kitchen are many. Today, you are in bed, unable to recognize me. I miss you telling me what is right and what is wrong. I was your child

What Love Is

I remember asking once a long while backWhat love is I wonder.I can say now, I know or rather I feel what love is.It happened unexpectedly and with no prior warningMany will ask “How can you think love will happen with a warning?”That is true. It does happen unexpectedly but all am trying to say

In Class

I sit in class trying to pay attentionBut unable to do so.My thoughts are wandering all over the placeWhile am in class. The professor is lecturing away on a topic andThe class seems least bit interested.Many are listening with apt attentionBut am not in this nor are many of the others. In a far of

Missing You

Missing you…. Missing you a lot! Missing our talks, the laughter, the teasing And a whole lot of other stuff that I can’t put in words. Why am I missing you? Why should I miss you? These are some of the many questions That I ask myself. Missing you isn’t a compulsion It’s a part

No More

It seems like yesterday that you wereLeading me to kindergartenBut now you’re no more. Seems like yesterday that you wereAgreeing to all my whims and fanciesBut you’re no more. It seems like yesterday that you wereMaking me laugh at your jokesBut no more. I still remember that even though you were a vegetarianYou cleaned fish

What Love is I Wonder

How I have wondered many a YearAnd how I still wonderWhat is Love? Love is a special and unusual feelingI have been told.But I’ve thought many a timeAnd I still thinkWhat can be so unusual about such a feeling as love? I have asked many years till nowAnd I still askWhat is being in Love