Love means complete acceptance of a person....this means accepting both the goodness as well as the bad qualities of that person...these two qualities make up a person and are inseparable..you can't love the goodness and absolutely hate the bad part...then that can't be love...love doesn't have any terms or conditions.

She got her God at last.

Bathed and in white saree
she offers him his choicest food
burns his favorite incense
sits with him to converse
about the day and events
argues to make her point
smiles at his complaint
of less salt or more sugar
cries at his question
if she misses him
as much as he misses her
and the two reach out to each other
more than all the years
of seeking the fulcrum
to balance the bond.

Sometimes I read books
But the pages kept ending
So I hugged the trees

Stubbed toe
Too soft shoe

Final interaction

Body in extremis
Meeting hard-edged world

In the centre
This i
Of this infinity
Which knows
No centre.

Rust and dust flow rivered
In time honoured ways

As if movement meant
That centres shift

And that this i,
Laughingly called,
Pretends
An only bell,
Audible to all

Unreal

On the head-tops

Butter softens and melts
And slides around the body
And slips between live slices
To internal organs

And in a gentle
Somersault

Hearts revolve and redden-
Arteries untangle and the
Pump beats
Tattoos