Sunday, July 10, 2011

The Last Seduction

I can’t claim
That my left hand
Doesn’t know what my right hand
Is upto

I am not known to deceive myself
So easily
Instead, the two are working together
In a display of camaraderie

One holding your palm
And the other tracing those
Rivulets of fate running through them

My finger suddenly
Halts in its track
As I take my practiced cue
And look into your eyes
To tell you
“And this is where we met,
Never to part”

I wait for you to blush next
The reaction is known to me
I have met several before you
And never parted with them

Tuesday, July 05, 2011

The Witnesses

My poem, published in the July edition of the magazine Spark. Their theme for the month was weddings. I have tried to bring forth a slightly different perspective on the topic. Read on.