Monday, May 1, 2017



Spring! Don’t wave your hands ,
To say me bye,
It will be difficult for me to wait,
Another long year to colour myself in your dye,
Within your short stay ,
you imprinted your stamp on my frame,
Little did you know ,your  impact is stirring and imposing,
Every second my thought  dwell for  your empathy,
The newly sprouted leaves long for familiarity,
Have you imagined ,your absence will drown me in misery,
Is it easy to flower my base in anxiety?
Fresh florets and swinging posy linger to bloom ,
In my garden of delicacy,
With out you ,what will happen to their solidarity?
I don’t want to lose my grip of  intimacy,
You stubborn spring ,ready  to detach yourself from my  conformity,
If summer is determined to come,
To ascend your throne,
O spring dear ,come soon to sprinkle your dew on my dry vine,
Because your rhyme will trigger  green to my mead.


Hi!  My dear wind,
At times why so unruly,
Why so kind?
Day and night I wait for your sensuous touch,
Sometimes you come ,
with ample sunshine,
At other time
The pollutants permeate eyes of mine,
I abuse optionally  acts  of thine,
You get angry ,then blocked thy rhyme,
I know ,my disorderly behaviour hurt your spine,
O dear ,I miss your flow of wine,
The sound of bullets and gunfire,
Don’t traumatise my belongings,
Your silence ,and my hot bumps,
Together creating havoc in life of mine,
I adopted methods to pass my time,
Even there you crop up to spoil me further,
So I decided to end the matter,
Why  wind you conduct  the zig zag metre.......


Together ,they are on the cliff,
The echo in the breeze,
Chants the name of their purple tree,
He ,turns ,towards her and speaks,
“Without you..I can’t breath”,
She became quite ,could sense her imbalance feet,
How much she desire to hear this cajolery,
Now she couldn’t believe this flattery,
She run through different seasons,
Failed every time to listen this declaration,
Finally ,she succumbed  to  circumscription,
No call ,can flutter her emotions,
The aroma in wind speaks some sort of fidelity,
His  face seems trustworthy,
She is dwelling with inconsistency,
How to respond ,this dialogue of courtship?

She asked innocently, how you lived previously?
He  ,politely answered, “you  were with me,
From summer to spring, with the passing wind,
I cherish you in my dreams ,I crave  you for in every peg of drink”
Hearing his expression ,she  became blind,
Now her turn to express her untold rhyme................


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