An Ode to Love 

(I wrote this poem over 10 years ago, and it was first published in The Teenager Magazine in their June 2007 issue.)

It was autumn all around;
The trees shed their leaves and they fell to the ground.
The lovers stood beneath, while from above,
Quietly fell the leaves of love.

He gazed at her and she heard him say,
“My love, I must go away.
My duty calls, though I’d rather be with you;
But I have no choice, it’s something I must do.”

She looked up angrily and began, 
“Why must you fight a war started by another man?
If this war’s so important to him,
Let him fight, why are they sending you, Jim?”

Tears welled up inside and she could go on no further,
Jim’s strong arms reached out to comfort her.
They sat there, lost in each other’s embrace,
With sadness and sorrow on each other’s face. 

It was finally time for Jim to leave,
He kissed Katie and said, “Dear, do not grieve,
For soon I will be back to stay,
And then I shall never go away.”

Winter came and went, and summer too,
And Katie thought of Jim all the year through.
Then one day Katie saw something that made her heart leap for joy,
She stared down the road – it was an army convoy!

Filled with hope she searched for her love,
Beneath the autumn sky above,
And as she stood there, lost in the sea of faces,
She felt her whole world crumble to pieces.

She turned to go back, and then she saw him!
He looked tired and pale, but he was her Jim!
Her heart leapt for joy as they ran towards each other,
They hugged and laughed and cried, glad they were together.

They stood there lost in each other’s embrace,
With joy and happiness on each other’s face,
Beneath the autumn sky above,
As quietly fell the leaves of love.


Not Meant to Be

“I’m leaving”, he said angrily.

She turned and looked at him, blinking her sleepy eyes. “Not again!”, she groaned.

She knew he was hurt. Last week, she had promised to give it another try, she really wanted this to work. She knew it was really important to him and he really wanted to share this part of his life with her, but she just couldn’t do it.

She looked at him wishing she could be what he needed. But there was nothing she could do.

“Fine!” she replied indignantly, “I’m sorry I can’t be what you need!”

She heard the front door close as he left.

With a sigh, she turned over and snuggled in her warm blanket. No matter what happened, she would never be able to get out of bed before 7 am.

And she could never be his gym partner. She just wasn’t a morning person. 


It was an icy winter day.


“Will you love me forever?” I asked.


He blinked.


And in that moment I saw,

Hesitation in his eyes.


“Of course!” He replied.


And I knew, he wouldn’t.



Winter turned to summer, and another winter went by

The seasons changed and so did I

Lovers changed, and the meaning of love did too

And one beautiful autumn day it was time to ask you


“Will you love me forever?” I asked.


You blinked.


And in that moment I saw,

Hesitation in your eyes.


“I don’t know about forever”, you replied.


My heart sank.


“But I do promise to love you everyday”, you continued

“I will make you coffee every morning
And help you as you work towards your dreams
But in return I want you to promise me
That you will never settle for less than you are capable of.

If that takes forever, well, then I’ll be there with you, forever.”


And I knew that you would.


I had found The One.


If I were a poet

If I were a poet, and could paint pictures with my words
I’d paint you a lovely picture of a forest full of birds
Where birds of different feathers flock together
And live in peace and harmony, come fair or foul weather
My picture would show you all the lessons we could learn
From these birds of varied feathers living together as one

If I were a poet, and could write lyrics to a tune
I’d compose a love song and sing to you about the stars and the moon
The stream gurgling over pebbles and the river rushing to the sea
Would be the perfect background music for me
I’d sing of beauty untold – green fields, brown cliffs, and skies – both blue and grey
And heaven would send rain, that would pitter-patter on the roof all day

If I were a poet, and could tell a story with my rhymes
I’d write a novel about the mysteries of our times
How we’ve taken leaps and bounds ahead in the sciences
Yet we wage wars, hold prejudices, and struggle to build alliances
We’ve been given a beautiful world, with landscapes of all kinds
Yet we pollute the air, the waters and the soil, and even our own minds

But I am not a poet, and my thoughts remain without words or rhymes
My unspoken dreams for my world remain hopes and wishes in these uncertain times
I dream of peace and harmony, respect, unity and love
Gratitude for the grass beneath our feet and the sky above
I wish we’d remember we’re here together on a short journey just passing through
For if we did, we’d all become poets – look around, we’re living in a paradise, me and you.

Becoming a morning person

I’ve never been much of a morning person. Getting out of bed before 9 a.m. has always been a serious struggle. In spite of the fact that I grew up in household where people would start waking up at 5 a.m. to enjoy a cup of tea before facing the day, somehow the habit never grew on me. 

However, lately I have begun to realise the importance of a daily routine (and exercise). And therefore, I have decided to go for a walk every morning! 🙂 

When I walk around my society complex downstairs, I usually have my earphones plugged in and listen to my favourite songs. I also tend to observe people. The guards at the gate, young people jogging or stretching in the park, older people walking. I smile and say good morning. Makes me feel good. I love talking to older people. 

Today there was some activity going on in the park. Tents were being set up, probably for some party tonight. A lady was giving instructions from her first floor balcony to the caterers carrying in the food supplies. I enjoyed being a part of the activity – a silent spectator, walking, minding my own business, but seeing people live a fraction of their lives in front of me. I was also doing the same. 

I’ve begun enjoying these morning walks. It’s lovely to see people up and about, people leaving for work in their cars, the grocery shop and beauty parlour downstairs starting to open, the milk truck arriving. And of course I love the greenery. We have 3 lawns in our society and the flowers are blooming – its springtime. Every corner I turn I see greenery with different shades of red, yellow, orange, white, purple and pink. It’s beautiful! 

I’d say that it’s worth trying to be a morning person. There’s something about mornings that makes me feel hopeful, happy and alive.