Wednesday, May 1, 2019

Teenage Love

I discovered this little poem tucked away in a diary I wrote when I was a teenager. There are scores of other poems but for now, I am publishing just this one. It sounds silly to me now because after all, I wrote it aeons ago but it is a reminder to me that I was always a writer.

I shouldn't have held your hand,
when you asked me;
because you didn't really love me.
You warned me of the consequences,
admitted your faithlessness,
even mentioned my worthlessness.
I let you.

I shouldn't have let you kiss me,
When you held me;
Because for you it was a game
You emphasised its lightness,
stressed its momentariness,
specified its meaninglessness.
I gave in.

© Nita Jatar Kulkarni


  1. I should have, I shouldn't have' end up clouding "I did" in our memories. I wonder, if our ability and tendency to retrospect is a boon or a bane.

  2. A boon definitely. Gives rise to wisdom, I guess.


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