Love on a Windowsill

Here is a campus love poem from my first collection, 'Time Series'. It received wonderful reviews and from different quarters.

















Love on a Windowsill



Love is the chemistry
In a physics class


Awkward and tentative
Jittery and tremulous
Unclouded love
Where minutes pass into oblivion
Weak kneed


And fingers move unguided
Through wind filled spaces
With a will of their own
Unawakened love
Of adolescence and beyond


I look back at the mountains of words
Left unsaid
On decimated afternoons
With not a beginning or an end


If you had pronounced it
It would not have been love
You left it at that
At the edematous juncture
Of love and more


Unwritten words
Have faded on the sands of time
The more you hold on to it
The more it drizzles down your shuttered palms


Yes I know, men are different
They ruminate on the days lost in transit
While I roll my lucid tongue
Over blurred images


You sat on the windowsill
With an indecipherable invitation
Dangling your legs
Hands clasped
And wished the room would vacate
Leaving the window open


Whenever I pass the arabesques
Of lighted windows
In a speeding taxi
On a crawling street


The image of an open window
Comes behind me
In slow motion
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Time Series & Other Poems 2005
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