GOPAL SINHA

 

 

Keeping Hope Alive

 

In closeness to someone,

I feel like a lonely person,

In the vicinity, instead of proximity,

Why do I, often, feel anonymity,

The whole world listens clear,

Whenever, you even whisper,

Only I am left unaware

Of the content, inner meaning,

Any motive behind there,

What I am following earnestly,

That is your shadows only,

Lost somewhere in the floodlights,

My thoughts are being played

By the musician, on his clarinet,

The moon and stars are witness,

Maybe a subtle difference, unless

Keeping us together, yet separate,

That invisible barrier, lies somewhere,

Hope, time will fill the gap somehow,

I shall, till then, better wait.

 

Kiss Of The Clouds

 

Mountain and hill-tops are waiting,

To the clouds, they are waving,

The message is clear and clouds are aware,

Floating like a candy-floss,

Those watching, are at a loss,

But clouds are also thinking about,

How and where, to offload vapours,

Condensed to form their body,

Adding value, weight, purpose, dark colours,

They have something to share,

With a mountain somewhere,

Even an affectionate kiss,

Would surely bring the bliss,

 

Among all the anxious creatures,

As the clouds shed tears of pleasure.

 

The gift of sufficient, timely rain,

The region's ecological gain,

As a natural phenomenon,

Between summer and winter,

Comes the rainy season,

Clouds are always on a mission,

Mountains waiting, with kind permission.

 

GOPAL SINHA

 

GOPAL SINHA: A retired civil engineer, now devotes his time to writing regularly, in both Hindi and English, prose and poetry for various journals, e- magazines and anthologies. Drawing, photography and singing old Hindi film songs are other interests.