Since I am totally broke, my girl asked me to write her a poem as a Christmas gift. This is what I came up with. I'm not used to writing on request and my style usually involves a lot of tributes(read copyright infringement). Inspiration is hard to come by these days but Rabbi Shergill came to my rescue. He is like the Bruce Springsteen of India, and I am like the Quentin Tarantino of Poetry :)
Had I come some other time,
Would we have still met the same way?
Had I been a better thief,
Would the moon have been so full?
Had I known how to lie,
Would the veil have still remained?
O Veiled One.
Who knows? Not me
A different time, a different sea
Would it have been harder? Easier?
Was there a better cure?
We could never be sure
Your touch was warm.
You had built such a high wall
I laid a siege all through the fall
Could I have been more persistent? Or less?
I scrambled up and met my demise
By coarse, yellow hair and sea-green eyes
You had coarse hair.
As you lie beside me now
with your yellow hair on my brow
Splitting the sun. Light? Or Shade?
I close my eyes and try to breathe
For soon it will be time to leave
And I am glad.
I'm glad that this happened
The way it happened
Because it happened
You are in my arms today
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
This coarse hair. This warm touch. I'm glad.
