Oh!! This Night...

Summer moon...

Lying on the cold sheets

Gazing at the stars

I would often fall asleep 

Forgetting you

O summer moon 

You still shone

At the window

And spread over

My threshold 

Your sequined smile

Autumnal wind...

Did you take away

My dear friend 

I had carried her back home

On chariots of chrome

She had winked at me

And promised to be mine

Forever 

Where does she hide now?

Beneath the caper of the clouds

Darkening deeper my nights

Oh! That frozen smile

I guess winter has arrived

You have lost your sheen a little 

Your shine sends chill down my spine

Your bleak visage soothe

My fluttering heart no longer

O ice maiden

Where are the nights warmer ?

Aah spring...

You bring back intoxicating dreams

Your breeze sprays fragrances

Of delight...your blooms are 

Ever so bright 

The days are sunny and cheerful 

The nights have that devilish charm

I know you are no longer mine

Yet I crave for your beatific smile

O spring moon 

You have always been my muse

And shall forever remain mine

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Celebration

Sky afar
Stars glitter
Moon smiles
The night is young
Visions emerge
Dancing waves
Reaches and recedes
Evening song
Croons the breeze
Warming my heart
Melody divine
Destiny adorns
A nebulous haze
Labyrinthine maze
In vain I seek
The path beyond
But will l stall?
Or hesitate?
To surge ahead
In quest forlorn?
Not till my soul
Satiated rests
In bliss sublime
In bond ever strong
Hope is my torch
I lift ablaze
Grit is my arm
Wrapped along
Hold my hand
Despair I lest
Hold me tight
In embrace strong
Stars shall swoon and;
Fall at our feet
Moon shall glow
All day long
We shall then
March in tune
Hug in delight
The horizon beyond
Sun shine then shall
Never elope and
The nights shall
Stay forever young

Song Of Stars

Oh my alien star !!

On your nocturnal sojourn

 I await by my attic

For your twilight lore

Of fables born

As the veil of dusk

Descends, I hide your tale

Within my soul

Oh my sleepless star!!

From faraway heathen land

I fear not to intersect

Your trajectory night long

The distant sky beckons

With an ethereal kiss of

Light, I'd rather travel without

The ugly remnants of my life

Oh my poor, humble star!!

Listen to my plea

In your hurried flight of fancy

You may somewhere miss me

Dusty is my abode

Unblemished are your feet

I revere your ascent

But fail to reach thee

A favour I ask of you

When the time comes to flee

As I close in my lashes

You be what no one has ever been

(Inspired by the song "Bhindeshi Tara" from the Bengali movie "Antaheen", a classic in its own right)

Sitting By The Window

Dawn tiptoes stealthily
Towards my window
The dark silhouettes
Enlighten slowly
In the purity of light
A car washer cleaning cars
A milkman cycling past
With clanging containers of milk
I too have to take to the sleepy roads
As my pet Mr. Snow Boot nudges me
With soft growls
The day's begun
No more sitting by the window...

 

Glorious morn seeps in unstoppably
Under a glowering sun
The street lights burn

With a weak zeal
The usual noises of work
The honking of horns
The busy strides of passers by....

As the afternoon draws close
Shadows of the trees lengthen
On my veranda
A pale good bye ensues
Its the parting time...
 

The sun tilts westward
Leaving behind a trail
Of riotous red, purple, soft pink

Orange mixed with black and blue
A wistful end to day's delight...

The night comes in with bold steps
Sprinkling a few stars on the way
A doting moon with a motherly smile
The neons and the sparkles of the sky
Vie with each other
For supremacy...

Tomorrow at predawn
I shall again sit by the window
To witness the interplay
Of darkness and splendour...

Till then...



 

The Unseen

The silence of the night

The droplets of rain

Dripping from the leaves

The moon feels shy

Hides behind a cloud

A dog whines somewhere

At the end of the alley

A car passes by

Its headlights throwing

A weak patch of light

On the pitch dark roads

Long way to go till

The arrival of dawn

I sit in my lawn

Encircling a white bungalow

Now stilled in slumber

Everyone's gone to bed

Only I am alone, awake

A drape on a window

Shivers in the soft breeze

And an owl wails

Plaintively on the old, Peepal tree

I clutch the white shawl

And let my mane slide down

My fragile boned back

A song comes to mind

Heard ages ago

I hum with a smile

A bleak light burns

In the hut further down

By the running stream

I tread thither along

Somebody passes by

An old hunched man

Stooped on a stick

Chanting the holy name

I swoosh by like the

Flowing, whispering wind

On invisible wings

Leaving a thin trace

Of mist behind

A swish of silk

And the holy chant

Echo in the green

 

Valley beyond...