Sunday, November 30, 2008

Two Monsoons

Behold my lover,for whom I crave
Oh! hold these moments,this sparkle I chase
her glowing eternal duo I gaze
Let slip in those memories,enigmatic which amaze
The locks which had unlocked secrets before
dark and deep,knocked at my door
It was a moonlit night,followed by some rain
naive,gullible,somewhat insane
the lover in me asked for pain
With hands unified and souls annealed
The stillness of moon all over my face
and ever thudding heart beats generated rapid pace
Frivolously teasing trees used to sway
As I drew her incomplete,time swept away
Solitary dancing sessions witnessed concrete walls
and on them were thrown shadows growing long and long
Just for a dance partner a shadow did long
First monsoon then spring and now came autumn
Moistened my lashes and dried up rain
A story untold as I thought was recited again
She chose the path more travelled by
Shaken yet firm pretending to be proud
I saw her disappear in the crowd

Nothing went unanswered yet I asked
Was that my girl?or had she been masked
With the clock back,time didn't fly
Trees were again trees and walls mere walls
Many a monsoons later,I saw her;busy on a call
I laughed to myself 'She'll change never'
something kissed my cheek,was it her or the zephyr?
Yes it was her,grown a bit plump,wrinkled a bit
A fact about which I remained tight liped
The teenager in me craved to return
Just when her call made me turn
'Make it quick,will you please'
I noticed a piglike figure scream
Almost astonishing,she uttered those words:
'For a second,yes I did love you
but I lost that time so couldn't tell you'
She crossed over to catch her train
We now stood at parrallels in our journey again
Behold my lover who I finally wave
Oh! hold these moments,this sparkle which I chase
her glowing eternal duo I gaze
A story half-told was then completely told
Sadly it's her exit,I could not mould

2 comments:

Unknown said...

Great. Masterpiece. Bravo. I love it. The tone, the emotion, the pace and the rare satire and sarcasm. I also appreciate the distinct style of sudden changes in time and place.Though it is sumthng not easily understood and also rarely used in poetry.

Mr Rancorous said...

just two words come into my mind now -- "MAGNIFICENT n MASTERFUL"
thts ur best work till now..
some lines like -
"Solitary dancing sessions witnessed concrete walls
and on them were thrown shadows growing long and long
Just for a dance partner a shadow did long"
acutely potray the emotions , the longing of the poet for her girl..
this one is a poetry in motion..
flowing n addicting.....