Wednesday, November 29, 2006


the way
You are.
bright, sunny,
shady, glum,
pass the way
you were.
calm, starry,
cloudy, dark.
the in-between
i spend dreaming
of sleeping
with you
after a life
spent making love.

(C) Jatin Gandhi April 18, 2005.

Thursday, November 16, 2006


When I said
I need ice,
Was I lying?
I have been
Coughing these
Last few days,
Having rum
With warm water
And certainly no ice.
It is winter now.
But I say it as a habit,
Each time,
I fix myself another
I say I’m getting ice
Have I been lying?
To everyone
Including myself
Or is just a habit
To call rum, ice
Or is it because
The damned thing is
Just so cool
It does to your brain
What ice
Does to your tongue
In winter?

© Jatin Gandhi, November 16, 2006

silence...and i

when silence and i
parted ways
we didnt
make a noise.
we didnt hear
each other go,
but each knew
the other
would soon
come back.
and did too,

once again
we were
holding hands,
walking over
crackling dry leaves

(C) Jatin Gandhi, March 29, 2005

Tuesday, November 07, 2006


Love died that night
but I clung on,
for the heart's sake,
to the corpse.
The decay would soon
and did
set in
but I clung on.
The rot spread
and our lives were
It didn't matter,
I told myself.
Wasn't love itself
before it died?

(C) Jatin Gandhi, April 4, 2005

Friday, November 03, 2006


She did, he did
Once upon a time
love each other

(C) Jatin Gandhi

Thursday, November 02, 2006


He got drunk
Last night and
Fell in the slush

With mud in his eyes,
He wept and thought
- a man must live, drink,
fall and die alone.

(c) Jatin Gandhi, November 9, '04