For Pragya, Kavi and Rishi, Happy New Year…

Because we can’t hold ourselves back any longer

And must perish with a fight

Because we have grown tired of each other’s tantrums,

And must let the world in on the big secret

Because the world is our punching bag,

And what can a punching bag do but wait

Because there’s so much said unsaid,

That the unsaid said will make beautiful poetry

Because we can’t possibly go on another eating spree,

And an appetite once roused will not be doused

Because we can’t interpret rain,

And it wets and floods

Because we can interpret rain,

And through our veins it runs thicker than blue blood

Because love will not be found,

And sanity is too little to ask for

Because the mirror cracked,

And seven years have passed

(To be continued… at will)