Saturday, 5 October 2013

kucch dheer dharo...

Dear Pati,

Jab kaale badal aate hain,
Har oor andhera chhata hai,
Aur tez hawaon ka jhoonka,
Man vichlit sa kar jata hai,
Jab nabh mein hoti ek garjan,
Sun har koi dar jata hai,
Tab dharti ki pyas bujhane ko,
Jeevan amrit barsane ko,
Varsha ki boonde aati hain,
Aur nutan raag sunati hain,
Kal-kal tup-tup ki sargam sun,
Man mein phir dheeraj aata hai,
Aasha ka nanha prabal deep,
Ek baar punah jal jaata hai.

Saawan ki madhur phuhaaren jab,
Sab kuch swarnim kar jaati hain,
Tab man ka wo anjana dar,
Bus paani mein mil jaata hai
Tum aaj bhale he oojhal ho,
Mere naino ke aangan se,
Chhahe is kshan yu lagta hai,
Simtega kab jo phaila hai,
Megho ke paar chhupa suraj,
Aage aano ko vyakul hai,
Aur maun raat ka dooba chandra,
Kirne bikhrana chahta hai.

Kehto ho tum "kucch dheer dharo,
Sahas sab paar lagata hai,
Asmanjas ka kya kaam bhala,
Ankush dono ko dharna hai."
Par jab sandhya deti dastak,
Ambar ka rang gehrata hai,
Rug-rug mein bharta sunapan,
Sudh budh meri bisrata hai.

Jis din tum wapas aaoge,
Is vasudha ka rang kya hoga?
Prafulit neela ambar hoga,
Ati harshit man mera hoga.

Phir shwet-shyaam saare badal,
Ek ek karke chhat jaenge,
Panchi kaliyaan chanda taare,
Koi madhur geet sunaenge.
Manas ka dhundhlaya sheesha,
Ek baar punah ujjwal hoga,
Reh reh naino se jo jharta,
Wo sagar bhi tham jaega.
Pagchaap tumhare aane ki,
Sun anuragit ye man hoga,
Us ghadi hosh sambhal jaye,
Kya bheetar itna sayyam hoga?

Wednesday, 2 October 2013

While I miss you so terribly ...

9 Days to go...

Dear Pati,
Upon the shower panel today,
An empty "Gold Flake" packet lay.
As I was giving the kids a wash,
And saved myself from the water slosh,
My eyes fell upon a glistening thing,
Behind the shelf it was neatly sitting.
An impish guy had hidden it thus,
Be back. We really need to discuss!

Remember the days when we dated?
To get married, how eagerly you waited!
And promised that after we wed,
The ash stick would eternally be shed.
The promise, wrecked and forgone,
Resurfaced, when the first one was born.
And then again after the second one came,
You pledged to quit. Ah! A tall claim!

Much water passed beneath the bridge,
Between us, it sometimes created a ridge.
Your plan to quit does never occur,
The only matter where we never concur.
And look at you! You mailed me a snap,
Holding a cigarette between your fingers' gap!
How could you believe I wouldn't observe?
Once back, a piece of my mind you deserve!



8 Days to go...

Dear Pati,

Go if you have to, but remember a little thing.
Your absence will almost always bring,
An eerie dejected zone inside my little heart,
That seems to ruthlessly tear me apart.

Go if you have to, but what it does to me,
Unsettled and miserable, for everyone to see.
Can't recall when I last heard my laughter,
What's great about anything since you left thereafter?

Go if you have to, but wouldn't it be nice?
If you could manage to keep your travel concise?
Your month long absence is too hard to abide,
Impossible to do without you by my side.

Go if you have to, but is there another way?
That matters can be handled while you here stay?
Can't proceedings be conducted over the phone and emails?
Why then are the modern inventions so hyped and hailed?

Go if you have to, but always bear in mind,
Whilst I struggle alone, the world isn't kind.
I may sail through or I may even sink,
Next time you step outside, just pause and re-think.

Tuesday, 1 October 2013

Distance means so little when someone means so much...

11 Days to go...

Dear Pati,

My O my! How do you handle all this?
It is so maddening, it really is.
So many concerns and all at once,
You live through this?

Must admire your brilliance!
Quality, development, purchase and production,
Finance of course needs a special mention,
Matters related to H.R. too,
A magic wand is crucial,
To help me sail through!

Someone from here, something from there,
Is this what every day you bear?
Albeit I saw you day after day,
But now I live through it your way!

I thought I handled quite a bit,
And doing a nearly perfect trade.
Undergoing your toil, I must admit,
Mine is a child's play, I'm afraid!


The day you will be back, I say,
I will take off for a couple of days.
No work, no toil and nothing to pay heed,
Will put my legs up, watch TV. and read!!!


10 Days to go...

Dear Pati,

Why is there so much dismay?
Why am I so low?
With each and every passing day,
The dismal feeling grows.

Hands are full, so is my head,
And all just seems to sink.
Varied thoughts leave me upset,
Have utterly lost the link!

Befuddled is the world to me,
Defeated is my state.
Worng or right I cannot see,
So uncertain! And that I hate.

Weary of everything around,
Cannot relish a thing.
This loneliness leaves me astound,
I miss the earlier zing.

Devoid of you, I can't be me,
Where lost is all the clarity?
In my palm as I read my fate,
I realize in you is my destiny.

A part of me you took away,
No wonder I'm flawed so.
Give back that me to me I say,
Please come back and never go.