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Unfinished Tango


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The music begins to play somewhere in the background
And the tango of our emotions takes stage……

There is no mention of the long absence
Or your sudden arrival
There has never been…..

We dive into words with a hastiness that only distance can create,
As I douse you with endless stories of those we both know.
Filling the blanks created these last few months,
With tales of new entrants who are now part of my life.

You laugh at my anecdotes, never exasperated with their triviality.
Your eyes light up listening to me recount that amazing experience,
Where you were missed deeply,
And imagined and wished if you had been there.

I beam with happiness, smiling with pride,
At your accomplishments and the distance you have traveled.
While visualizing if I had been there,
As I put a wish out there for countless more.

You confess to meeting new people,
Some who uncovered unknown biases,
Others who surprised you pleasantly with their kindness and generosity,
And made you believe in miracles again.

I watch with joy the happiness you experience
As you hum that song your little girl can’t get out of her head,
Recounting how she drives everyone crazy
With her nasal rendition all day long.

We share a meal; discover karaoke for the first time,
Grind spices to cook a meal, listen to jazz.
Hope changes hands, trust strengthens, comfort created
And love transferred.

The harmony of our emotions reaches its peak,
With every swing and twist in tandem.
But that’s all the time we have.
As the music begins to fade, we make that final move with a clink of our glasses.

This unfinished tango will continue another time
Picking up right where we left it.

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A late night rendition for a an old friend that is dedicated to friendships that allow you to pick up just where they are left off….

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I love these 2 poem by Gulzar for their simplicity just as much as for the visuals they create.

Poem by Gulzar

Main rehta is taraf hu yaar ki dewaar ke lekin,
Mera saya abhi dewaar ke us paar girta hai

Badhi kacchi si sarhad ek apne jismo-jaan ki hai

I live on this side of my friend’s wall and yet
My shadow falls on the other side

Very weak the border between body and soul

Sketch By Gulzar

Yaad hai ek din
Meri meez par bethe-bethe
Cigarette ki dibya pe tumne
Chote se ek podhe ka
Ek sketch banaaya tha

Aa kar dekho
Us podhe par phool aaya hai!

Remember one day
While sitting at my table
You sketched on a cigarette box
A tiny plant

Come and see
That plant has bloomed!

This visual has been the most lingering for me!

 

Insignificantly Significant


Have you ever had a small little itch on that unreachable spot on your back that you fingers just cant reach? Its a sweet little itch that just needs to be satiated by a quick movement of fingers, a devious little chivvy that needs to be fed instantly irrespective of it being inaccessible.

Just at that moment, do you have someone next to you, who you unabashedly ask to reach out and put that fire out on your back? Ask them to help scratch that sweet spot and put you out of your misery?

When you put on that dress with buttons at the back or a zipper as long as a river, do you walk into the next room and have someone zip you up, saving you all the circus you would have had to perform getting the hooks to hinge into the right loops?

Or when eating your meal, made sumptuous with your favorite pickle, at the end when just a few morsels are left, do you reach out into the plate of that someone and borrow a little pickle to save you a trip back into the cabinet?

Do you find sometimes that after your desk has been cleaned (despite your protests), when you reach out for a pencil, you find that all your blunt pencils have been sharpened and lined up, ready to write and scribble?

In between a slow sluggish weekday, after cleaning up, stacking all the vessels and finishing a meal of leftovers, to brighten up your night, almost magically 2 rich dark chocolate ice-cream bars lie in the deep freeze waiting for you to discover them.

Does someone volunteer to hold the heavier bag, serve you the bigger piece of fish, drive the car when your shoulder aches, or is standing there to pick you up from late night dance sessions, even without being asked?

The insignificantly small, most often taken for granted, deeply missed when gone, and tremendously significant forms of love…..

This week’s poem is by a woman poet, Parveen Shakir. She talks of subtle love and its nuances  and of the embrace that is omnipresent.

Transliteration

Chehra mera tha nigahen us ki
Khamushi main bhi wo baten us ki,

Mere chehre pe gazal likhti gaiee
Sher kahti hui ankhen us ki,

Shokh lamhon ka pata dene lagin
Tez hoti hui sansen us ki,

Aise mausam bhi guzaare ham ne
Subhen jab apni thi shamain us ki,

Faisala mauj-e-hawa ne likkha
Andhiyan meri baharen us ki,

Nind is soch se tuti aksar
Kis tarah kattati hain ratien us ki.

Dur rah kar bhi sada rahti hai
Mujh ko thame hue bahen us ki.

Translation

The face was mine, the eyes his
Even in silence the words were his

On my face poetry was penned
By the couplets narrated by his eyes

The existence of naughty moments
Was revealed by the increasing pace of his breath

Such seasons too have I seen
When mornings were mine but evening his have been

The trance filled winds decreed
The high winds are mine and the springs are his

Often startled I awake from my sleep
Wondering how this night passes for him.

Even If I stay forever away
Holding me in embrace his arms stay.

Do watch this beautiful video on Love.

For more images from the Korean artist Puuuung on simple moments on love: Check her Fb page: https://www.facebook.com/puuung1/photos