Thursday, June 7, 2012

Amrit !

The scorched earth and the burning me,
both waited until it rained finally;

You as the beads of myriad shapes,
got soaked to our hearts slowly.

People might presumed you as
the first monsoon of this year;

But we only knew that it’s ‘Amrit’
with dracular smile wrapped in thunder.

P.S. Birthday wishes to someone, on the day of first rain of this season, making me nostalgic of those loving days and some dreams remained to be unfulfilled for the rest of this life.

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Unwished wish .....

Every day when I cross

the old man sitting in front of
a blue colored mud-shelter
and his unanswered awaiting eyes;

the farmer’s field spreading in rectangles
with emptiness all over it
and a few green pits of hope;

the escaped children from home,
running over the red soil
and the ringing of nearby school’s bell;

the rows of eucalyptus trees
forced to be standing straight
with only one white bone;

a tilted signboard, painted in
unreadable fluorescent white,
and standing like a sleepless mind;

five zones of the same city
parted by a few kilometers and
by the color of their houses;

the traffic with obvious congestion
and a warm dispute of dusty weather
with the serenity of bearing earth;

two queues of gigantic demons,
holding wires of some mega watts
in search of a lowering sun;

last, but not least of my journey,
including the other side of the bus,
while sitting next to the window;

I only count the slipping moments
and distances between you and me so far,
with the ‘unwished wish’ of forgettable you.