Author: Harpreet Chhachhia

Just me and nothing else but.

To Saurabh

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Your green eyes are like planets filled with life:

A surreal galaxy of feeling,

Swirling smiles of light and dark flecks of strife,

Constantly hurting, constantly healing.

Your heart wants to be loved as we all do:

A satellite luminous and aglow,

Filled by its waning then waxing anew,

To match life’s existential ebb and flow.

I wish, I wish, I wish your hope shines bright,

As bright as your verdant beautiful eyes;

And I wish whichever place you set your sight

Nothing remains sad and no one regrets sighs.

When all is said and done, let your eyes shine

Make peace with life and you’ll be just fine.

To those who loved me

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I thought of you today.

The thought came from a memory

So beloved in my heart,

That I recalled your love for me.

 

The pang was a deep one,

For it quickly brought to mind

What once made me believe

And had left me so far behind.

 

So far, I found myself

With no recollection of you;

I’d forgotten your eyes,

Your arms, your care – all of you.

 

I thought of you today,

So I guess I did not forget;

So here I sit wistful,

But thankfully, without regret.

Friendship

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Friendship

 

I’m crazy for even feeling anger:

You are too self-absorbed to gauge and know,

Too vain even to choose to remember

Friendship is more than a hi a hello.

 

It is more than passing time and learning,

So much more than love, because it has none

Of its bittersweet, poignant yearning

But has help and kindness, laughter and fun.

 

Friendship is clear or rather it should be,

With an openness of warmth and feeling,

Engaging in all sorts of charity,

Enabling a vital tender healing

 

Of wounded hearts torn by society,

Or ironically by love’s pain

And its different shades of cruelty

That tend to crop up again and again.

 

I wish I could understand your notion

Of no past or future just the present;

But all three make up for emotion,

Every moment gives birth to moment.

 

I wish you to know and soon realize

The difference between the false and true;

Most stuff that seems beautiful lies

And you need someone other than just you.