In the blazing month of Baisakh,
Akshay Tritiya,
The day to start with,
To do the bargain
With gold, silver nor other things,
To forward in relations,
To bring in hope,
Rekindle some expectation?
Under the blazing hot
Of the summertime of Baisakh,
In mid-April,
How to feel the importance of it,
Feel the bounty of Lakshmi
And the blessings of Vishnu
In Akshay Tritiya,
Giving food to stray animals
Or donating fruits
Or offering cold drinks
Or water?
Of birds, beasts and flowers,So casual and occasional,Eventual and non-serious.And for taking poetry lightlySpoils he his poetic genius,A poet switching over to fictionAnd endowing with poetic prose,Really, a dark genius.A poet of the ship of death,The dark journey of oblivion,He is religious in poetryA poet of the dark godsBut poetry is but verses to him,Tidbits,…
And if this can be as such,How to bear the brunt ofSo many heart attacksAnd it fluctuates and pulsates it abnornmallyThe sick and ailing heart of mineAfter seeing you accidentally,Turning into the heartthrob of mine,Taking the sleeps away from me.Should I ask you, will; you not mind me,Do you love me,Say, say you,Do you, do…
And in the petals falling,Glimpsed I my flower queen.
Have not forgotten you,What can the poor heart doIf it falls in love wiith you?A beauty, a love so beautiful and lovelyTo look at,Looking pretty in the frockAnd I cycling make you sitOn my bicycle.Talking with and smiling,Teasing you, imitating you,Bringing a flower for youAnd you saying, thank you,Thank you again.Julie, it is neither your…
And it getting hotter,The coloured flowers keep us cheeringEven when bouts with summerRuffling it allWith heat and dustIn late spring.The simuls with red-red flowers,The palash with clusters,The gulmohars yet to show the spectacleEven during the hot sensation,The kanchanars in full swingWith the violet colour scented flowers.
That I writeAnd want to be a poetAnd he too saying itThat he is a poet.My God, in a poet’s corner, lie I pushed in,One poet praising another,One saying about oneself a poet,One praising anotherIn mutual admiration.Their faces and moods fear I,What they take into,What they think,What they feel in,My God, let me slip and…
