The first rain

It was the first rain

Unlike anything before; cold, breezy,

a cumulonimbus in his heart.

He had her moistened memories.

His puffy walls not yet ready to collapse.

His windows and glasses covered with dew

made it blur, his profound view.

For again he got up to see his reflection

But the dewed mirror was crying.

Those lines of tears he saw flowing.

But his eyes, they were dry,

As dry as the last summer.

The arid summer had become his dream

For though devoid of mirrors, he saw her mirage.

The kid's poster

I was a kid in a puddle then,

the ways were black and white

leading somewhere I never knew

except for a concealed few.

On my way to the school

there was a poster on the bus stop,

poster of naked girl,

A lady she was, she was in my dreams,

In every blink of my eyes!

I felt something strangely alienated,

unsure and dubious about me.

I accompanied with my guilt,

I never changed my way,

Nor did I miss any sneak peek.

I was fond of her,

it was a routine to think of her.

One day there was heavy rain,

Mom and Dad fought over a grain.

I thought it was me and my way.

So sometimes the guilt changed the way

and sometimes I blamed my day

but the rain never stopped.

The kid drowning in the puddle had desired the poster,

today the flood has drowned the puddle,

the kid still desires for the poster profane

but the poster has become blur in the rain.

पिंजरा

I got a D

Desperate for love and affection

desperate for recognition

desperate souls devoid of pleasure

shallow desperation made deep without a plunge

urge for love as sinful as sexual pleasure

a spoonful of nothing to subdue a seizure

love i thought was as deep as Freud

but for a desperation ought to be glued

shallow shallow my love my love

for it is to fulfil my unknown desire

yellow for a day, blue for an evening,

black for a night

oh what a plight..

for we shall cease to love at the dusk of a desperation,

following a color blindness

should i cease to love before my desperation ends?

For i shall dwell in superiority

but without love i shall die

viola!!!! if the death is superior......

अंड

तेव्हा मी लहान होतो, डबक्यात एका बुडत होतो
काही कळायचच नाहि, उगीच रडत होतो

क्लास ला जातन रस्त्याच्या कडेने चलायचो
एका वाटेला बाईचे पोस्टर होते
तिच्यावर कपडे कमीच होते
मित्रांच्या नजरा चुकवून रोज ते पाहयचो
काहितरी व्हायच मला
चुकल्या सारख वाटायच मला

पण वाट कधी बदलली नाही आवड होती ती
रोज घरी तिचा विचार करायची सवड होती ती

एकदा आई बाबा भांडले पाऊस पडला
मला वटलं मीच चुकलो
पोस्टरची वाट घरी परतली

मग कधी वाट बदलली कधी लक्ष वेधले
तेव्हा स्वत:ला फ़सवावसं वटलं
पण भांडण थंबलं नाही
आणि मी फ़सलो ही नाही

डबक्यात बुडत असलेल्या एक लहान बाळाला पोस्टरची ओढ होती
आज वादळ आहे , डबकं बुडून गेलय, ओढ आजूनही पोस्टरचीच आहे
पण पोस्टर पडणार्या पावसात धुसर झालय

VAPOURS

i wanna clear the page
thought it would go easy
but every time it superimposes with random concealment
i fear it won't let me alone for somethings undone
like a half baked cake
having wont make me happy as jingle bells
but avoiding urges feeling of incompleteness
i wanna feel those vapours rising up
condensing on my fingers
it doesn't have any smell or taste
nor would it quench the thirst
but i wanna make my face wet with it
its more difficult than a cake
its juvenile to make
its more than the mere want of it
i drew something on a page
forgetting that i ain't some artist
now i wanna clear it up
but i end up appreciating the art
i wanna jump in that chocolate sea
and drown in it till i die
and know its worth is more than a lie

TP

It was my 1st day at IIT
I was filled with joy and glee

saw the campus clean and green
hoped from these woods will appear my beauty queen

one day on a romantic date
i would open the auspicious gate
take her to the mighty lake
would say my heart out
and some love i will make

lot of adrenalin was rushing through my vein
for i thought henceforth it will be no pain only gain

An year passed i could hear the clock tick tock
i awaited but nobody even made a knock

Now i got well versed with technology
and got a laptop being senior's protege
setting its wallpaper as a girl
waiting on the bank playful with her curl

thus laptop became my best friend
fulfilling my fantasies in the end

continuing my edays i was a sophomore
all this was not enough yeh dil mange more!

i could hear my gradesheet yelp
so i decided to give it a help
alas there was no helping hand
elec got me all nor and nand

but the desire was still incomplete
to woo a girl i gotta be more fleet

its the time i am a middler now
of many things i've become fiddler now

when a girl invites me to the lake
well the above line may seem so fake
but all i say from my laptop is that
hey pack lake lets chat

now me left with some more time
to make my life a melody and rhyme


if you think of coming to IIT
at the end i can tell you this
you might as well kiss a miss
but in these busy days my son
for sure you will miss a kiss.