Stranger

I'm looking for the man I knew
In the stranger you've become.
One night of your lies
Destroyed ten years of my life.

I am searching for the man I loved
In the stranger he's become,
Trying to see the difference in the face I see
And what lies beneath the veneer.

I am desperate for the man I loved
Even in the stranger he's become.
One night of his unfaithfulness
Has destroyed ten years of my trust.

And how strange that I love him still,

And will believe his artful deceit!

How strange that I even love

The stranger in the man I loved!

The Incomplete Woman

Am I less of a woman because I cannot forsake my maiden name to take on my husband's?
Am I less of a woman because I cannot love my husband more than my parents? Am I less than a perfect woman because I cannot let black beads, red vermilion and red bangles become my identity? Or because I wonder why I need to make rotis to make my place in the home, because my affections are not tied to ladles and woks in the kitchen?!

Am I incomplete because I've not learnt to sacrifice simply because I'm a woman? To want to give up my work and my life to bring another into this world? Am I less of a woman because I can't shut up? Or talk only of the hearth and home, of little pink frocks and blue nickers? Because I don't understand why my lacy underwear should be hidden in my bathroom, away from everyone's eyes, like some dirty little secret?

Perhaps, I am less than the perfect daughter, wife, sister and bahu because I don't know how to fit into labels. Because I toss and turn in bed at night thinking why this was so and that wasn't. Because I'm not coy and shy, nor needing to be protected or fed or looked after. Am I the woman who makes a man uncomfortable?

Why 'Me and You'?

A blog dedicated to lovelessness, moments of loneliness between people who love each other, but are not in love anymore.



Me and You - we used to be together.
You promised me the moon
And I knew I'd be happy to have you.

So we took the vows of now and forever,
Of love and a life
With you by my side.

You're here and not, now.
You're gone
With the love and the promise of that life.

And I'm left behind
Picking up the loveless pieces
Of a story we were to write together.