Pune

Perched a little farther from,
the country's major city of dreams.
Snuggled lovingly amidst mountainous beasts,
cozily, is the - 'Oxford of the East'.

Where sun shines merrily about,
of, a traveler is bothered the least.
Where the scenes - most lovely, exists,
which for weary eyes is a delightful feast.

Where the hills full of trees,
stands majestic, still untouched by human greed.
Where the thirst of the blazing ground,
is quenched playfully by drizzly breeze.

Come where travelers from all around,
to live their enchanted dreams.
Where the act of wandering about,
is full of joy - merrier and most serene.

Where travelers tour without a haste,
a paradise for them of exquisite taste.
Where fatigue is swiftly lost,
when a cool drizzle washes the face.

Come lonely traveler & find abode,
a shade in the life's stinging blaze.
Come and live closer to the hills and sea alike,
here, in this 'city of more pleasant dreams'

I miss you then

Whenever newer events arise,
I miss you silently in disguise.
Disguise of an empty smile,
sometimes crooked, mindless all the while.

When I wake to the chirping sounds,
outside my window, all around.
Breaking away from your dreams
All I long then is to hear,
your soft whispers in my ear,
your gentle coaxing for me to rise
to stand up and face the day
with all that's best,
not needed to say.
I miss you then and all minutes to come.

As I slowly, in a daze,
discern tiny droplets touching my face,
it slowly dawns upon my mind
it's raining outside, with a pain.
I wish then to take a ride,
with you throughout, by my side.
We go to the hills perhaps,
a silent, overwhelming, beautiful space,
your sweet kiss and warm embrace.
I miss you, sitting in this crowded yet, a lonely space.

The lonely evenings spent alone,
without your concern, without your scold,
I loose myself in my closed room,
and go to the place where memories bloom.
I miss you then in every breath,
as I slowly drift between disguised smiles and gloom.

Embrace

I wrote this some time back. Though the situation is very different now, the feeling was worth writing about.

 

A warm summer's sweet delight,
closer, looking in her eyes,
sitting huddled in the sand,
beside the tides, earth's heaving sighs.

Passions high, entangled limbs,
kisses balmier than a rose's lips.
Sunset, dusk and moonlit nights,
all merry, all rejoice.

Heavenly abode, where else it is?
where lies mankind's most craving smiles?
Where but in love's most embracing arms!
Where but in those stolen glance!

A broken shoe

There was a broken shoe,
Lying upon the greenest grass,
Under a tree, inside a park.
Who left it there, nobody cared,
Discarded as if it was spared,
From the constant beating upon the ground,
From the roughest course run around.

It was once worn by a worldly man,
Like the shoe, was he broken too?
Who knows what laurels he took,
From a glance upon this shoe's look.

When he casted it aside,
Like one should when broken beliefs arise.
Used when good then sauntered off,
This is life's way, to let unhappiness depart.

If you wear these broken shoes for long,
You might trip or you may fall.
We all get some shoes broken sometimes,
But learn to mend or leave them behind,
It takes a little time to abide
But cast it nevertheless aside.

So run or walk, brisk or slow, with a pair of new,
Wear and make use until it's a broken shoe.