Saturday, December 15, 2012

BEARD

While I had it…
like a beautiful poem I cherished it


The longer it grew on the outside
its roots only strengthened me inside

I stroked it, it stroked me
its raw presence, unmade me

It nourished me like an umbilical chord
that cutting it indeed choked me


Parting ways didn’t take to grieving
not that a certain ‘ghost of bard’ had left me

But it made me look like a boy again
boy o boy, a la Siddharth Sanghvi maybe

Still can’t say whether its absence
has deterred me,  or made me less of me

But while it was with me
it made me love me.

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