Yesterday,
She was,
an another girl,
A black girl.
Today,
She is a lady,
Of her home,
Looking fairer,
Than ever.
She is changed,
She is glorified,
With golden necklace,
And dozen bangles.
She smiled,
Just for a while.
She has started,
An unknown journey,
Of million miles.
Everyone sends her,
The wishes,
Of the same smile,
And lifelong colour of,
Red vermillion.
When no one looks you,
Look at the mirror,
Placed on the wall,
In the wetness of the pupils,
I do float for you.
When no one recalls you,
Look at the needles,
Of your watch,
Each ticking moment,
I do recall you.
When no one hears you,
Lie down on green grasses.
Sing in the air above.
In those cool breezes.
Dear, I do hear you.
I have been keep you asking,
What you would like to have?
On the coming Valentine day.
Apart from my heart,
Which I already lost to you.
You always laughed a lot,
But never replied.
I thought to give you a Rose,
A Red rose, growing in our garden,
Growing within so many flowers.
Both of us saw that,
Since January ends,
I praised the Rose bud,
I saw it growing daily,
Silently, I waited all the days.
One day, I wanted to give you.
Today is 14th February,
Valentine Day.
You are sleeping now,
Still deep asleep.
Today, for you, I got up early,
With a hurry like never,
Before sun rays could sneak in,
Between the window curtains.
I rushed to the Garden,
To get my Red Rose,
I have grown for you,
For you, only for you,
Before you get up.
Today the Rose is not there !
And I am hurt a lot,
I saw the empty branch there,
Someone plucked it.
Our Red Rose – we watered.
I thought to shout aloud,
But again thought of you,
I could not shout,
I could not cry too,
If I do, you may get up.
I came back dejected,
My heart was broken,
My Valentine’s flower!
Who stole that ?
Why anyone did so today ?
Who broke my wishes ?
For this day, I can never forgive,
I came back feeling helpless,
I was feeling guilty.
I wanted to sleep again,
I wanted to forget the rose,
I saw you again,
I felt helpless like never.
You are still asleep,
The glowing face,
Like an innocent child,
And I wished be forgiven,
My dry lips, breathing slow.
I am unable to forgive myself.
I must have remained,
Wake-up whole the night,
For my flower of the Red Rose.
I am thinking endlessly.
I am looking at you,
Fearing, what if, you get up?
Now you moved slightly,
But still asleep,
And I can see your index finger,
That came out of the blanket,
How it happened?
Why my Valentine morning is so?
Red marks on your index finger,
Alas! These are blood clots, I guessed.
May a needle pricked there,
Last night, while stitching,
But why didn’t you tell me?
I am clueless,
I want to ask you,
I am just looking at you,
I have lost my Red Rose too,
And now your finger is hurt here,
And you are sleeping still.
I felt helpless my dear.
I too wanted to sleep,
Just to forget the morning.
I pulled my pillow slightly,
Making a distance from you,
For my guilt feelings,
And from between our pillows,
Ah! A Red glow came out from there,
Radiating my world,
Radiating the whole universe,
The fresh Red rose is kept there,
May be, an hour ago plucked,
Entangled with a piece of paper,
Written on it – are the three words.
Tell me dear,
When did you get up?
Why did you prick your finger?
Please do get up,
My Valentine !
P.S. : Hey Readers, like my all other poems, its a mere imaginary piece !
Thousand dreams, when,
take wings, willing to fly.
When life seems to be,
Only one chance to live.
To fill the vacancy unknown,
To realise the sweet dreams.
The mind seems to be restless,
Looking back into potentials,
Unexplored and to be invented.
There lies the path ahead,
Across the walls.
Tiny threads of hopes tied,
To make the strong rope,
And throw it across the walls.
Climbing the verticals,
Looking the height,
Ignorant of depth.
The rope of hopes,
Hold so tight,
Unless it breaks with life .
If, I am lucky, in the sort span of time,
Will Castle, be there, fresh sand and lime.
I am learning to run before the walk,
There to draw sketches with red chalk.
Yes, they love the creepers, the crowd,
Should I feel little shame or proud!
Great the meanings of bread and butter,
Lucky fellows, if roof becomes shelter.
My bare shoulders are hard as wood,
To carry the religion called brotherhood.
Here, I travel smooth, dawn to dusk.
To make, Our fortune out of the husk!
Let’s move to a distant horizon,
Guiding stars are senior citizen.
Above the ego and the pride,
Brother’s smile is really wide.
The urgent call of humanity,
World – a family, the divinity.
Beyond those paper boundaries,
We are little peace emissaries.
Who is alone, give him a hand,
Don’t worry, if you need to bend.
Wipe the foe’s tears, if you can,
Few sweet words do reflect again.
The high is peak, rise is stiff,
Call Him dear, have a belief.
O Dove, I don’t have bed of roses.
Not the golden cage.
O Dove, I don’t have the sweet grams here.
Not the green peas.
O Dove, I don’t have the sweets songs,
We are tribal.
O Dove, setting you free, just free.
From bondage.
O Dove, keep flying across sky,
Across the boundaries.
O Dove, if you fall tired,
Thick grasses, I grow here.
Your existence is unique .
Your empire is unique.
Your creations are unique.
Your stage is unique.
Your rules are unique.
Your judgement is unique.
Your stability is unique.
Your change is unique.
Your melody is unique.
Your love is unique.
Your nearness is unique.
Your distance is unique.
O my Unique ,
Am I unique?