12.31.2020

Unphotagraphabley me


 

2016-2021

I sat down across from you

Not knowing quite who I was

Two cups of cold coffee

You paid for both of us

Was this the beginning of our love?


I could barely hear your voice

Let alone understand you

Soft-spoken, casual, sweet

With no airs about you

Assured without being an elite


I went home and we met again

Strolling side by side together

But alone in different worlds

No thoughts of forever

a moment in time, chatting with pleasure


You called me very handsome

With not the slightest longing

Hegel appeared in between

Your Mummi brought me tea

Sublating our dialectic


“Is vale se shaadi kar”

“You ought to marry this one”

Startled you turned my way

“She doesn’t quite realize

“A guy and a girl can be just friends.”


Since our first two meets,

we’ve come a long way

especially you

leaving tears in Kolkata

on the shoulders of your kin

Who you’d supported through thick and thin

who said they’d be okay without you

who were as heart-broken as proud of you

Flowering into your own wonder woman

From the time I had first seen the budding stem

Working at home, relaxing, taking a break

From your crusade against the powerful

gaining new perspective

adapting to an election

adapting to my friends and family

dancing in your first snow

The beauty of a house

The promise of a home

A pet replacing your vision of an animal farm

stable job instead of an early sanyas

Letting me be

trusting when it didn’t make any sense to

wisdom is not having any expectations

wisdom is the sound of your voice

the care in your words

the integrity of your deeds

balancing our wants and needs

dominating and tiring of it

sitting back and learning patience

entering a world of calm

cuddling in my arms

2020 didn’t defeat us

it was our greatest year

the envy of our peers

and on we go as one

into 2021

and beyond...


12.06.2020

REINCAMERANATION



my self dissolves

in the light of overexposed film

reels and reels of black magnetic tape

all that I am

nothing less

nothing more

no more cut scenes

of strings of memory

some brighter than others

some damaged beyond repair

unable to ever capture the full extent of my life

anyways

no longer identifiable

as the person I am

or was

just black magnetic strips

spinning in circles relentlessly

whirring on the wheel

is this who I am?

where am I?

I could be anything

everyone

everything

anyone

who has ever been

who will ever be

absolutely naked

nothing

a child in the womb

not quite ready for a new world

not knowing anything else

wiped clean

for the show

for the next scene

black majestic tape

it all must go on:

LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION