The Idea-smithy

Some day perhaps I will be in love
Deeply, passionately and forever
Like I imagined it would be
But now I doubt
That it will come to me in a flash of brilliance
Or with any real ’signs’ or flashing arrows in the sky
I think what will happen instead
Is that in the swimming and running and flying
And all the actions [...]

“It is such a secret place, the land of tears.”
- The Little Prince, Antonie St.Exupery
What shall I do when I find myself lost, without a map or sign of redemption?
And how will I remember that there are those who await my return,
When the darkness wraps me, leaving just a knife-edge sliver of light to show [...]

I miss you.
I miss you without fully comprehending why I miss you.
I miss you, wondering how it is possible for me to miss you.
I miss you like that vague empty feeling in your stomach when you wake up suddenly at 3 a.m. and then remember you had a great dinner. I hold the feeling of [...]

Today I feel like I’m inside a well
that no one’s looked down in ten years.
And around and just outside the well,
it’s Market Day
The voices and the sounds, they reach me,
blurring into each other and not discernible.
It’s not noise, it isn’t sense either
but it is painful nostalgia, of what life used to sound like,
Of [...]

This was written (like most of my poetry) a long time back…a lifetime ago when I was anonymous. I’m posting this today to celebrate my own decision to give up the last vestige of my anonymity. So for those of you, my dear readers, who don’t know me yet, my name is Ramya Pandyan. I’ve [...]

I love you
is real hard to say. And so is
You hurt me.
But the hardest by far, is
I forgive you.
because it actually says both of the above.
If love be the knife you willingly hold to yourself to feed the life-blood to your beloved, then their betrayal is the rubbing of salt into the wounds. How then, [...]

I thought I’d die if I didn’t have you
And I very nearly threw away my life when you asked me to
Just about but not quite
Because in the last minute, some shred of something pulled me back
What was it?
Self-preservation? Self-respect? Dignity? Sensibility?
You called it selfishness
I’m so glad that I’m a selfish person
It saved my life
That I [...]