Memories

You left me but
you could never
leave me completely
The fossils of your memory
makes it impossible to
Believe that you died
a millions years ago

It is so like yesterday
Echoes of your
mischievous laughter
Still tickle my mind.

The sensation of your touch
still flows in my vein
You seem so real
Sometimes I dream of you.

Coming out of the fossil
to hold my hand
I know you could
never do that.

But who asked you
to become a fossil
you could have
perished like many others
without leaving a trace.

When the Night is Very Dark

When the night is very dark
I am lonely thinking of you
Some stars twinkling in the sky
And I am becoming very sad

A sweet thought comes to my mind
You and I all alone
Running towards the country fields
Holding your hands in my hand

But, sudden come to the real world
Where you are no more
Some stars twinkling in the sky
And I am becoming very sad.

A Pavement Poet

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yesterday I handed over
A sheaf of my unread poems
To the pea-vendor at the street corner
He took it with a chuckle
Untinged with malice
And said
At least now, Sir,
Your poem will be read.

I think of all those people
Who buy the salted peas
And hold the warm paper-cones,
With my poetry on the inside
Some notice, some do not
And I flatter myself to think
That one considers it a bonus
With his 5 rupees worth

Stopping on his way home,
He reads the poem
Puzzled and perhaps amused
Then wiping the stains off his fingers
He drops the greased paper,
Which flutters down the pavement
Till it is picked up
By a willing passer-by
 

Pocketing my 5 rupees
I walked away
Musing on what pea-vendor said
To me his unintended barb
Was no barb at all,
For I realize,
And without rancour, accept
That I am just another pavement poet.