“The soft sweet lingering breathlessness,
wide watery eyes –
with warmth and grace;
A gentle touch; worth a million embrace.
That all I need, when I’ll be back,
After fighting the world, to you,
For all your caress.”
Was my thought, when I saw her,
In midst of all my tempest.
With life playing games,
Giving no times to rest.
I looked back at me, tried hard
To see her by side.
But found myself lone,
I asked myself why,
To confess I was shy,
I pushed my heart, least with me,
To confide.
And my heart spoke out,
To the ‘mentally middleclass guy’,
“Just give me a reason,
Why she’d be at your side?
You broken, rotten toy.
You went to unknown realms
And reached for a smile.
You had many of them,
not a single stopped for a while.
In this quest you went on and crossed walls,
You found complacency,
In answering each possible calls.
Acquired dust, filth and what not –
You unworthy; in your past,
And dreaming ‘bout one with
A clean sweet heart!
You are left with a broken past, fragile present
And unknown future.
A discard metal, without lusture.
Don’t dare dream, ‘tis your heart’s command.”
And my heart is silent,
Since then, till now and will be forever.
K. S. A. Ranjan
Peeping through window plane,
The pale faced moon.
Burns my heart like the melting,
Sun of July noon.
Fragrance of withering petals between,
Pages of my poetry book.
Brings reminiscence of yours back served,
On edges of sharp hook.
Those alleys where we walked together,
Beckons us again.
Where we lost our hearts to find others,
To win the ultimate bargain.
We met, flowed together and drifted apart,
In turbulent times’ stream.
But someday, somehow, we’ll be back together,
It’s my belief, not dream.
For your essence in some corner of my heart
Still continues to beat.
Resolving the promise, that some lanes exit
Where again we shall meet.
Holding hands we shall walk to far moor,
Under the star lit night.
Or listen to our heart’s throb with Philomela in woods
Singing hidden from sight.
The bonds in our heart of true love
Is too strong for us to break.
Innocent and pure as morning dew
As lively as ‘raki’.
But it hid under the mantle of ego
For a moment or two.
And we walked on different paths,
A silly thing to do.
Yet, I know image of mine in your heart
Like fragrance still lingers on.
Then why else I still live after you,
My love, my life has gone.
Hearts are the real crazy things can hear
Across distance and across time.
No words required, they understand hearts feeling
As their throb echoes in climes.
n.sameen
A smile on lips of elf I saw in dreams—
In childish days of innocence.
Rediscovering same smile, even for awhile
-----Is what I wished.
I wished somehow to feel its warmth,
Its soft, sweet and gentle incense.
I found it in broadest form---
The smile made its way to me,
It was with me for full today.
How wished I do not let it go!
How wished I, it to be with me!
How I wished I did not let it go!
In hands I walked,
With lovely ‘smile’.
‘Smile’ walked with me
and asked me to ---
give her a name.
I thought for a while.
I called her ‘Bell’ in short, “for what “---
She asked when, I confided with---
“You are deadly with those big black eyes
A beauty that lower the skies.”
So, christened I -- You “BELLADONNA “,
Came to earth from ancient myth.
One truth concealed I from “Bell”.
Why Belladonna name I chose
For whole daylong I fight with fate,
To have second thought of her.
She comes to me after nightfall,
And shades my night with pinkish gray.
I thought of her and wish with faith.
To bring me back a day as this.
----------- A day with smile,
----------- A day with ‘Bell’,
----------- A day with her.
A day with my “Belladonna”.
k.s. alok ranjan
A dark evening, without a light—as I sat inside the lonely room,
A soft drizzle that pattered outside, the lone sound echoed,
was the call of a cricket, from depth of its hide.
Cool breeze swept the curtain with all their might,
The curtains eager to set loose free, to touch each other,
To go with the wind or to embrace me ?
A vista of far seen through the dark behind the window, under flying curtain,
Showed the broken tree—yet struggling to live,
With budding leaves and brown barks.
It danced with wind, a bolero worth seeing; raindrops kissed its leaves as it sings,
Some droplets flew in hands with wind, as they swept my visage,
Settled there traces on my wry, dry face and I was under their seize.
And under seize of thoughts of a someone close, a close one,
Who is set in mind, of mine forever. ---- That person,
---- Is cause for my many battles won!
Soothing as the breeze that blew my curtains.
As cool as the vibrant drops of drizzle,
And the evening, as fresh as new grain.
I may be far away someday---where light kills evening.
If something will haunt me then—it’ll be certainly,
Those thoughts that haunts me these evening.
k.s.alok ranjan
Once again, I thread
on the same ways I dread.
Amidst questioning eyes ready
to hunt in me, in manner greedy.
These are the very eyes who,
at times give me a pedestals.
These are the ones at times,
who drag me to pedals.
I am a darling daughter at times,
And a burden when troubles chimes!?!
Adorable wife am I, around which his world revolves.
When I speak of my heart - Where does his love dissolve?
A mother I am, gave out my life to bring another life.
A Goddess in their eyes, running around for them. Is is all I strive?
Is there no other image for me save those?
Don't I have feeling both of highs and lows
When they all speak, its the way world is
When I do --- Its what vanity and ego is?
Don't I have a right over a drop of tear?
Why do I hide to shed them? Why this fear?
How long will their wishes overweigh mine?
How long will I wear 'a changed me' for their eyes to shine?
N.Sameen
A Tryst With My Heart Bleeding Heart Belladonna Drizzling Thoughts