How do I know I love her

Your baby, standing on her tiny wobbly legs, Staring at you, her fingers joyfully in her mouth I am like that, when it comes to you. Who are you, then? I’ve heard it said That there is a phase women go through...

I write these poems imagining
  That you are reading them
Which then makes me imagine
  That you are seeing the heart of me

(On stage, she is sitting crouched, lamenting, wailing and cursing Death who is standing quietly, about five feet in front of her, with its back to her.) If you are so focused on not seeing me What is this urge in me...

You said it’s a miracle we met. I said I felt the same way. I said I was looking for you. I said I want to be your friend. Then there was a crash and a burn. I am still looking for reasons. Still counting the...

I unpack my bags
Clean my dishes, wash my clothes
And write poetry
Pedantic as me,
Not fantastic as you

Fifteen days. Life took over. Wonderful life. Life with breakfast. Seeing her off in the morning. Looking for her in the evening. Looking over the patio, ignoring the neighbors. Everything became home. NDTV on all the...