The Phoenix and Dove

From the valleys and beyond
A precious story to be told

Of despair and hope
Of an angst and love 

Two wandering souls once meet
Neither to stay Nor to part

They pursue for the infinite
To be fixed in other’s definite

Disappointed, fallen and lost
They end up in each other’s throat 

Days turns into months and ages
Memoirs turns hazy in cages

One to rise from the ashes
and the other to mourn the beloveds 

From the valleys and beyond
The phoenix and a mourning dove.



Dear Madhu,

      I love you. I started loving you, ever since the moment your mother told me you were growing in her womb. The immense joy which I felt then was only superseded by seeing ‘the tiny-you’ for the first time, in an ultrasound monitor. Your mother firmly gripped my hand and looked at me. Her eyes were filled with tears and so was mine. We had been longing for you for so long and finally! there you were. Our symbol of love. Our ray of hope.

It was raining heavily that day. Your mother was in labour – screaming at the top of her lungs while I waited outside – scared. I was scared thinking – what if I could not be a good father to you and keep you away from harm or what if you would turn up to be a spoiled kid and hate me when u become a teenager. After years of trying to conceive and months of hardship and hours in labour, you were born and just like a miracle, I became a father. You were here. You were here!

With each passing day, our hope of surviving each other became more and more stronger. You were so little then. Your eyes were beautiful. You were beautiful. We would just look at you for hours and not get enough of you. We would play rock, paper & scissors to clean your potty and sing lullabies to you. You were growing up so fast and so were we – growing with you, becoming a child, being truly happy. We, at times, couldn’t believe we made you. You were the greatest gift to us. And as we rekindled our dying relationship, we found our love again. All because of you. For you. 

Madhu, I want to tell you why I am truly writing this letter to you. For years, this has been painful to me and it will always be painful. I never thought I would come to say these but here it is – My princess, I am sorry. I am sorry that none of these is real. I am sorry you aren’t real. I am sorry that you were never born and for years, you have been only a figment of my imagination.

The harsh reality is – I couldn’t be a good person to the woman I loved, the woman whom I wished to marry. I became a monster. I don’t remember when I turned into one but I did. I could give her only haunting memories and emotional breakdowns instead of happiness and comfort. I didn’t support her and instead of shedding her tears, I gave her more tears. No matter how emotionally hurt she was, she tried to save me, tried to save us but I wrecked it all and pushed her afar and thus afar she went.

Madhu, I named you after her because you were the greatest symbol of her love to me – our love for each other. How I wish, every dying day, the reality would somehow transform into my imagination. We would be real then. You would be real. 

As I finish writing this letter, I see where I stand now. Emptiness has gulped me in and I am left with nothing but this undying guilt of why couldn’t I apologise to her and tell her how much I truly loved her, how much she meant to me and if given another opportunity, I would never push her away and let her go. 

I am sorry MadhuI love you. I always will.


and then………………………………………………


Here’s to you

As I wander through this abyss of separation
Emptiness haunts me and I crave for some affection

You were a drug to me and I was addicted to the very core
So blind I was in love, its after-effects are still very sore

No, I am not complaining about your deceit and lies
Instead, I am grateful to you for making me feel alive

The stories we shared and the infinite kisses we stole
Embracing each other and the long walks we stroll

Those funny moments of farting and making stupid faces
Memories we made in plenty to last more than our ages

Our love was wonderful and for-a-long time it will linger
Thank you for the wonderful moments, wish it had lasted longer

Gosh! It may take years to forget you completely
All thanks to undying love and its bitter-sweet-symphony

I still don’t understand why you did this to me?
When ‘Let’s always be together’ was what you always told me

Nevertheless, I forgive you and wish you happiness forever
With these final words let me adieu, ‘Goodbye My Lover