THE DAY AND ME

(Part-1)

“Don’t go !” I asked the day passing by
A dash of surprise in its eyes,
Silently refusing me it smiled!!
Day:- “Dear, I am done,
Emptied my Churn,
Have nothing to burn!”

I:- “But, where you heading to?
Some of you can I hold on to?”
Day:- “To My home in west,
I am tired, need final rest.”

I:- “Leave me some of your ray,
inch of you to keep me gay,
to Shoo my fears to bay.”
Day:- “I have left me on you,
Have dried you,…
walked and tanned you,
Nonexistent though, I will be with you,”

I:- “Black intensely is the night,
Your traces not that bright,
And then ‘walking you’….?
I am sorry, I did not do !“

On my childish appeals,
at the day
Sun winked and beamed.
Day:- “you dint drink me when I was young,
Now I have to go, don’t hold my robe’s fringe.
Night cannot wait and ,
My life has come to end.”

My heart wanted to sink.
Heavy with tears,
my eyes refused to blink.
Speechless, answerless I
was unable to think.

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Part 2
(Conti……)
Day:- “there is a tomorrow
that Sun will bring
It will not resemble me
It will be different, It will not be me .

(nov/dec 2010)

When we let our love overcome our anger…..!!

We fight
For things, words, and moments,
(that) slipped or went wrong.
(in the process of )Making them right,
we fight.

The egos and the clash,
Then a silence.

I wearing my feminine personality,
Which ‘they’ rendered into “genderless identity”,
(and say, does hold a human’s dignity)
(I )hesitate to give myself up,
while wearing this proof of new equality.

And Adam you?
A tinge of ‘Rudra’ your shadows show.
And the ice, arresting your feet,
is melting very slow.

Those moments of silence,
just increase.
But the air carries Love vapors,
the air we(still) breathe.

Into calmness
the silent moments transform,
which anticipates, asks
for a thunderstorm.


Then faster the waft starts to flow,
Misbalancing us shaking us,it
pours more love vapors in every blow.

Then the storm arrives,
quenching our respective angers,
sweeping our common worries,
it leaves.
Gray coloured sky fades,
giving way to pink shades.

Shedding our ego cloak,
we reach to each other.
Promises, assurances and,
we hug each other.
Tears, smiles and
we kiss each other.
And hence
love prevails over anger and
we become each other.

(8-12-10)

UNDER MY SKIN

--In the texture of my skin
you leave some of yours,
giving the expression, experience
of your presence
even in your absence.

--And..
the love you leave with me
grows, as my skin grows.
You are painted on me,
as with your love my skin glows.

--You become inseparable
you always with me.
Running under my skin
You are part of me.


(15-12-2010.2:25AM)