Did I love you?


On the long treeless walks,
The unyielding Sun
shone hot and hard.
You had an umbrella.
Did I love you?
Or did I just wish some shade?

Classes were boring
hostel moribund.
You pure entrancing charm.
Did I love you?
Or did I just want myself
to lose unto you?

My songs sucked.
And you had the Bee Gees
the Carpenters and Dan Seals
Did I love you?
Or did I just wish
Music?

Life not interesting, death not arresting,
yet enough.
You seemed both, yet more.
Did I love you?
Or did I just wish to inhabit
A third world?

Thoughts were insipid
And you were my
La belle mélange
Did I love you?
Or did I just aspire
to indite, poetise, criticise?

Mind was complicated
And you had a neck, two breasts.
Did I love you?
Or did I just long
to indulge in
your innocent simplicities?

I was lost
And you were paths.
Promising me a home, a light.
Did I love you?
Or did I just
seek religion?

Comments

  1. MadhuraMay 20, 2014 at 9:52 PM

    Beautiful !! Hadnt read it before..... thoughts reflect very well what races through one's mind.......

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  2. AnonymousJuly 15, 2015 at 1:17 PM

    Did I...wandering in d boulevard of some broken dreams...

    ReplyDelete
  3. UnknownMay 6, 2016 at 12:43 PM

    Thanks Madhura. This is my most personal poem.

    ReplyDelete

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