This poem marked the beginning of a series of poems written from a ‘Dark’ perspective, which was especially made darker by the cold winter of 2005 at my paying guest accommodation near HAL Aiport-Bangalore.
Harsh a plight that I should endure,
That love be consigned to dreams obscure.
Strange a curse on me does fall,
In love, yet not loved at all,
The eyes and heart do often betray,
To imagined oases I am led astray…