Monsoon Dreamz..


During the next monsoon rains,

when the torn blues stitched with grey clouds

reminds you of our college days,

the days we were all together,the dream days..

you may read these lines just

to gaze at a candle and,the tears..

from those frail eyes groping,groping,at last

blossom to a valley of flowers,

one of them being myself

wishing to be fondled by your touch......

You In Me

Thoughts so deep,
flames sway in fear

Mind calm n simple,
as drift of feathers in breeze

Smiles blossom pre matured,
portrayed by naughty angels of nature

Beauty worth lusturous dew drop,
hung from vibrant desert rose

Eyes awake,wishing fondled
in cradle of my shattered dreams

Soul honey drenched ,feeding
thirsty bees of my silent love....

RAIN

Torn blues stitched,
with cottons so gray
Chilled rays of a sunrise,
so mighty but silent

Fondle of a soul,
in a breeze so cool
Little splashes in a pond,
sacred in the name of nature

Pearls rubies & diamonds,
peeping from every trees
Mirages of a thirsty mother,
beyond my sense of touch

Shattered dreams masked,
with a colour spilled cloak
Fragrance of true Earth,
a free and green Earth

Sounds of drizzles and showers,
through my broken window
Flutters of rain-soaked feathers,
heeled the oaths of hopelessness

Chirps of frozen throats,
with every tune of nature
every stone smoothened,

Yes,a rainy day it is......

A Lonely Drive


Drizzles squashed to crystals
under the black noisy wipers..
drops sprayed on to cool breeze
woozed through tiny leaks
in my right door window
and were kissing my ears.

Soft tunes were dancing
to the beats of loosened screws
through my pretty old sterio..
glittering jewels so watery
decorated front glass
punishing lazy wipers

My eyes sometimes gazed
at those painted numbers
devoured by greedy milestones
and other times at
the biscuit packet going weightless,
the beast being myself....

Twilight

Each and everyone seems to be busy..
pigeons rushing to their nests,
sparrows gathering around the lamp posts,
vendors filling roasted peanuts into paper cones,
glinting diamonds,Belgium cut,peeping
through grey cottons searching
for night watchman,the Moon..
cool breeze from sea pampering
the perspirated hawkers & pedestrians..

Continuous rain dirtied my playground
annoying the novice kite runners..
as though every soul braced twilight
the king himself yawned hazily
in his golden muslin ,
emptying his throne torpidly..

Study Time
Curtains swayed lazily,
to the tune of old grinny fan...
second hand showed its hesitation,
after every twelve leaps...
mighty mosquito warrior surrendered,
to the 'ant gang' of the ground floor...
cuckoo cleared its throat & serenaded,
eighteen times in fifteen minutes...
but the number in the page of my book,
smiling at me since thirty minutes..
shhhh!!! this is my study time.

Monsoon Dreamz


During the next monsoon rains,

when the torn blues stitched with grey clouds

reminds you of our college days,

the days we were all together,the dream days..

you may read these lines just

to gaze at a candle and,the tears..

from those frail eyes groping,groping,at last

blossom to a valley of flowers,

one of them being myself

wishing to be fondled by your touch......