12.25.2021

Spacious Graciousness

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...

Mi Amor

The last year

You spread your wings

And took flight

Even when we shared

Sojourns to Helen,

Charleston, and Chicago

You took off on your own

To Tallahassee

To Nashville

Doing a little bit of everything

Along the way

Not to mention

Flying off to India

Seeking a heartwarming homecoming

At the year's start

Soon to be rescuing your Mummiji

And containing your racing heart

As hers was failing

And Papaji was not too better off

Resilient does not quite describe you

Well enough

Adventurous, too

And brave

Working 7 day weeks with no respite

Hundreds of miles from home

That you drove

Even without my comments

While I could barely rest alone

In our new abode

Riding bulls and weathering

Last minute conference storms

And a typhoon of new love

Confusing in its form

And pulling you away

From me

Yet here we are

Another year gone,

Done and dusted

Best friends still

And maybe more?

Who knows what the future

Has in store

Though to know you these last 5 odd years

Wasn’t the worst 5-year plan

For me, at least

To know you in all your forms,

Personalities, and moods

My admiration continues to deepen

Even if there were moments when

My respect for you

Did not feel so resolute

As when I knew you less

And loved the idea of you

More than the depths of who

You are

The what grows more complex

The how you came to be

Comes closer to view

As you seep more comfortably

Into me

And the why

Continues to elude

Mysterious and wise

Maybe there are things about you

I will never know

Worthy of a lifetime

Of intellectual pursuit

Perhaps?

But intuition tells me

A hug, a kiss, a warm embrace

The expressions on your face

Are my karmic reward

And I can only thank my past lives

For Ra ra r, mi Amor

12.20.2021

I Listen to the Rain


I listen to the
rain
sounding
on the
speaker
shuffling tracks
almost forgetting that
these
recordings
capture
droplets
across the age
of the microphone
from who knows where
on what forgotten days
Nature
pours down
sometimes pounding
cacophonously
other times
that gentle rain
all the while
radically
inconveniencing the plans
of picnickers
here
and pompous ceremony
there
and causing
ordinary
disaster
to the ones
sleeping
on the sidewalks
where there are
no
awnings
And cuddled up
on a sofa
to write this poem
I listen
to
the
rain

12.03.2021

NOW HERE

What's not here now is what we seek

What's here right now we neglect to meet

What we fear is not yet here

Who we chase is not quite dear