Love
I.
Until I loved you,
I wrote verse, drew pictures,
And went out with friends
For walks…
Now that I love you,
Curled like an old mongrel
My life lies content
In you…
Freedom
II.
You planned to tame a swallow, to hold her
In the long summer of your love so that she would forget
Not the raw seasons alone, and homes left behind, but
Also her nature, the urge to fly, and the endless
Pathways of the sky…
To love. To freedom. To women.
To Madhavi Kutty.
To Kamala Das Suraiya. In her words. RIP (March 31, 1934-May 31, 2009)
(Image: Shamim Qureshy)
