Tuesday, July 25, 2006


The enmeshed workings of love
Twisted and unknown
Take flight, but never leave me home
The struggle to figure
Jealously I suffer
Doubts galore
Wherefrom suspicions arose
The wind blows strong
Or is it just the naivety of a broken heart?


I heard someone speak of “internal memories”
Were they external too?
Memories can now be categorized
Internal/ external
Void/ avoid
Insipid/ beguiling
Lost/ kept
Traversed/ stable
Memories are not capable
Of anything
Least of all dependence
They lie
Feeding an unknown fear
Of loves lost and dreams unreal
They play
Whether external or internal…
Surviving and yet dead…

Half Lives

The half-eaten orange
The sheets left unmade
The lives we still need to sort
Amongst ourselves?
The forgotten car key
And so we had to walk
I tried to touch your hand and you moved away
Wonder when did the process begin?
Was it when I smiled?
Or was it when you cried?
After – all the loving
Or so it seemed
After all the enmeshed nights with the dreams we had
Crimson; pomegranate; citurs; pineapple; butterfly;
While you did not touch me
And quietly lay on your side
With the quilt on your head
And emptiness in my eyes…


I meant to have said something
Something original I thought of
I lost the words
As you departed

I meant to have known something
Memories in the repository
I lost all memories
As the rains flooded in

I meant to have felt something
Subliminal; surreal; metaphysical;
I lost all touch
As my dreams mingled with reality

I meant to have realized something
Guilt, Epiphany, the moment of Truth
I lost all rationale and logic
As life passed me by

What Transpires Between Us

What transpires between us?
The unknown
The savage
I stand ravaged
When all beauty is lost?
When it was never there
When dreams collide with reality
The book you left behind
The memories I now stack
Too many places
Way too many spaces
I die
Only to resurrect

Pasts tumble and futures fall
The present in a limbo
Beseeching for a way out
And not getting any
The present stands all alone


What transpires between us?
The unknown


It almost feels futile
Your touch when it rains
A cactus decorates the wall
And I lose all my senses…

Vivek Tejuja