old loves

some days i miss
my old email accounts.
rediffmail, with a first-name-only address
yahoo, whose password i haven't changed in twelve years.
hotmail, back when msn was cool.
but i miss more
the emails i got
when i first fell in love
with poetry.

when i discovered that
poetry can be understood,
can be felt, can be loved,
that it doesn't have to be
in strange phrases from the '30s
that it doesn't have to be explained,
that it can be about
puppies, match sticks, bits of soap*
that it can be broken words
that make sense
only to you and me;

that we can learn to love
ourselves, that i could learn to
love you.

some days i want to
go back and read the emails
we wrote to each other
that we so cruelly deleted
when we decided
we love ourselves
more than we love

kukkapilla, aggi pulla, sabbu billa
heenamga chudaku denni,
kavitamayamenoy anni.


prapancham oka padmavyuham,
kavitam oka teerani daaham.

- srisri, mahaprasthanam. 

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