Monday, February 24, 2014

One Art

Hill Women by Amrita Shergil

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

Wednesday, February 05, 2014

Your Onion Love


The Snail by Henri Matisse
Your love :
Like an onion
  Layers
     Roots
        Tears
And still, we peel

- Neha

Saturday, February 01, 2014

Touch me not

[ touch-me-not (tŭch′mē-nŏt′) : n (Plants) any of several balsaminaceous plants of the genus Impatiens, esp I. noli-me-tangere, having yellow spurred flowers and seed pods that burst open at a touch when ripe. Also called: noli-me-tangere] 

I was a touch me not
You touched me 
Now I am not

- Neha