akshayadas’s blog

The Gardener 14.1.08

Aghast at the site,

the nights’ nocturnal visitors

spoiling my garden,

the garden is wet with dew drops spread across,

all the petals, flowers, leaves, branches

and grass is wet,

it is just dawn,

And even they wouldn’t spare my foots,

i dare not to put my foot there,

but my sheer emotion with annoyance,

how dare the dew drops invade my garden,

In a whiff i switch on the pipelines, to spray

water to the plants to see the vast drops collapse

before my eyes..before my eyes..

it’s human nature, it can’t tolerate some intruders’ tresspass,

to its arena, lest however mighty that be…

Rose 11.1.08

In love i would rub your

fragrant pollens against mine,

creating a magnetic sensation

invade the hidden hiccups

and relentless sighs,

that evaporate between .

I would measure the depth of the pulse’s gravity

that would be beating humdrum for me;

as well as yours.

In the solitary quest for touching you,

flower by flower,

I would roam over you,

plucking the beautiful moments for survival,

making intersectional flush of hissing noises

and clasping and collapsing petals,

vying for a union untold, unknown ..

In our ignorance may be,

we may catch glimpses of those treasures;

valleys, lamp posts and wet grass.

Waiting silently since time immemorial.

Duriyan

ruthe ruthe se lagte ho,

lekin kya karu,

mein jo itna door hun,

yeh mera bewasi hai,

ki chahte hue bhi,

mein tumhe mil nahi pata hun,

Phir bhi dil mein khwaab rakhte hei ki,

ik din eisa ayega,

hum zaroor apko milne ayenge,

kamse kum apka tanhai ki

hum safar banane ke liye….