A Spring Tale

Radha and Shyama

 

 

I place your coloured feet

On the throne of my heart

My faith is thus-

When my abode ceases

And if you are mine

I will stare at you incessantly with love

Wont let anybody ransack my reverie

All my secrets, i will utter to you 

with great bliss

to lessen my pain

Shyama, I wont let anybody ravage my reverie

Once if you come to me.

Viridity of Spring

 

Like a pale shade of brightness

the little cherry blossom makes my garden a happy place

The sun comes along

and wishes the arrival of spring.

The faint melody of melancholia 

fades away

brings in new life, new child.

The sunlit air makes us cross the four walls

and witness the love all around

Holding hands I say him,

My love! Spring has come

The search for a perfect name

for my lover, still lingers,

The dirt remains uncleaned

because, folks are calling

Calling me to say- spring has come!

My bewilderment faintly ceases.

Yesterday an unsurity kept me awake

The red lit sun, the smell of beautiful rajnigandha flowers wrote to me

and I felt, What if Spring has come?

Today, when he summoned me

with all the love

with all the hope

with all the brightness in his voice,

I knew Spring has come! 

Denial of Permanence 

 

My stay 

wont be perpetual

the colourful smile that followed me

will be gone

leaving you behind, chunks of memories

You might shed them off with tears.

I will leave you behind a wishful abode

I will culminate my fading away

with words of coming back.

Do not be scared of the malignity, 

the next season brings.

Build imperial castle of hope.

Create poesis of the flowers

Collect the gone

And, 

And when I come back again

greet me with love.

I promise to bring you colours.

Do not give up on abiding

because, I , my love

Shall come back again.