Loneliness

The year ending,Coming to a close,The calendar to be wound up,With the new in the offingWhose onset to start fromThe 12 of midnight digitallyWith the impressions figuringAnd deletingAnd it turning 12.01 a.m.To turn into a celebration,A revelryWith the D.Js.Come, come, let us dance,Come, come,Let us,Let us dance,Come and dance, dance youWith me,My friends, ladies and…

Quarrelling with and flinging the books,Tearing apart the notes of the scholarAs for his being lost in readings and studies,Trying to reconcile withAnd come to termsAfter weeping and crying,The teenaged and pastoral girl,Dressed and made up to turn upTo please the repenting husbandAs for the research papersDestroyed and unavailableWithout the carbon copy even.She came to,…

IThe Gipsy GirlOn the platformSaw IThe gipsy, gipsy girlIn the gogglesGoing somewhereWaiting to catch the train, train,The gipsy, gipsy girl.IIA Tryst With Miss BurqawalliA Lover of Dark RoseOn the platformSaw I the burqawalliIn hidingGoing over the foot bridge,The railway fly overJust like a ghost,A shadow or an imagery.The coy mistressGoing over the foot bridge,Stepping, stepping…

Through which came he hereTreading,Passing through the green woodAnd the pastures wildFull of green grass,The leaves of fluttering in the wind,An innocence missed and goneAs for temptation,Fall from heaven,Lust and greed misleading manWith ripples within the human heart,But Nature so pristineWith the ancient orchard of itCalm and sedate,Sometimes furious and wild.

Is he seriously ill,Why is he coughingOn the phone? ,I thought withinWhen I called him,Rang I upHeard I the double coughing sound,O, corona virus awareness!Coughed he twiceAnd that too repeatedlyAs a stretch,Showing how ill he was,Sick and ailing,Suffering from,So unwell and afflicted with,But he wanted to say,Wanted to communicate,Pass the message through!

When alive.Many live simply and pass away simply, run not after name and fameAs most of them like to be after.