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A poem for my ageing wife

Those pearly whites that you brush in the sink as you sing our favourite songs; In that cracked yet enchanting voice rich in memories of every argument we've ever had; Those glasses on your shapely nose thickened over years though it is time for a higher number; The sun glinting off the strands of coconut-oiled smooth hairs: white, grey and black; And that perpetually swelling medicine box shared between us from which I swallow what I see first... You asked for it, didn't you what I liked in you And I had to be honest about it? Of course you have silky black hair, and dazzling eyes, bewitching smile, sweet voice et cetera. Not that I don't like you this way, Of course I do. But when it comes to that... Glad you get the point! Published in Writing Love an Anthology of Indian - English Poetry , ed. Ashmi Ahluwalia; Rupa Publications 2010. ISBN 978-81-29116-66-6.

Haiku

eternal embrace forgotten a myriad years in earthly shelter (based on http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/6338751.stm and composed in MSExcel. Do diphthongs constitute one or two syllables?)

A Valentine Rant

Reading instructions: Please dry your sense of humour before proceeding. Description: short, fair and ugly. defunct left eye, compensated by proud Dravidian moustache. (Kollywood directors' catch) I'm told girls didn't care for looks. So why am I still single? Profession: science student; Two papers in statistics. Ph.D. from reputed institution. (World-changing patents pending) I'm told girls like accomplishments. So why am I still single? Hobby: Writing and poetry. Some stuff published. People rave and rant about it. (May get a Nobel.) I'm told girls are suckers for poetry. So why am I still single? Not so hidden talent: languages. Can be comfortable with your Swahili-speaking brother-in-law (Or Greek or Persian for the matter) . I'm told girls like social skills. So why am I still single? I'm not rich. Well, not yet, but have the arrogance, and poise, cheek and sauciness to get there. (My first royalty cheque's in the mail) I'm told girl