Our Talks.. !!

The beats of the heart, the sound thumping
echos in my ears, your words, all flying
Blatant words it seems, sincerely failing
Serenity fails here, but please keep saying
Even venom from your lips, trickles feeling

Small the life is, modest have been our talks
the ways of your charming words, always works
Be it the meeky sorry, or the devilish sulks
hymns curses all equal, both hand in hand walks
all these talks soothes my heart and all me asks

The caravan of our long talks, so sweetly flows
On the walls of air, words like long letter grows
impatience effuses out, like the fragrance of rose
lyrics of our speech stand out, as if they pose
Remains of dream such, voluptuous magnificence it draws

My Roommates Love

Every night as the lights goes dim to darkness
My roomie falls asleep slipping into his quilt
Fobbing me he lends an ear to his phone and whispers
trying to listen, the words fall deaf at my ears

His sorrow and sweet coated talks after days work
deserting his ease he sets voyage to define love
seasons of testing times come falls and goes
but like a true marksman he endures them all

Getting irritated sometimes he barks like a dog
filthy words he utters marring the girls beauty
even keeps smiling as the filth never returns
but then he saddens, for everything inside burns

He then reconciles, harmonising with his beloved
for everything he said is like a broken love song
While he gets the stick settling on receiving end
Loving every bit for he knows barrels need to bend

Calling it eternal love he freezes to his dreams
tinted hearts fly all over his nerves as he sleeps
with a thud as i woke him up and shout her name
i hate him all for he refrains me to do the same

Love's blind, indeed all love flows in the night
the desire to love live align adapt makes it shine
For the longest periods of darkness it shows shores
IF, is the word, success and all you do is adore
But then IF is the middle word of LIFE

The Rain Is Here.. !!

Walking that evening in the rain
all my attire filled with muddy stain
thoughts whistled past my ears into brain
as the piercing rain drops caused pain

Thoughts good or bad, all in a bunch came
some were to love others were to blame
few even instigated to play the nasty game
but then doing things such, would be a shame

Thoughts tormenting, as the eyes sighted a woman
as she danced on the slabs of the sideways lane
her smile sparkling as if a fresh sprouted grain
made me forget my thoughts again and again

She started felicitously walking towards the Ben
my eyes ran behind to catch a glimpse of the maiden
to catch that happiness and the sense of sane
I could never have got it, is that an omen

Omen that good times are tying me with a chain
as I have started running as fast as like a train
for everything, not to fall in that big dark drain
for so as to not let go of anything in utter vain

As The Rain Is Here To Wet Us With Its Witty Wishes

Moon's Madness.. !!

The Moon's glowing face
started running on a race,
racing out of darkness
it came into its lively phase

Growing into the dark night
breaching the darkness with light,
the time of memories in love
romanticising the past became bright

Remembering those days of play
when every Sunday we went to pray,
love was all around the valley of life
when unspoken desires never needed a say

Untwisted branches of love flew around
broken hearts too didn't made any sound,
but then there's always a season of love
when you are in serious grips and bound.

As the darkness sunk.. !!

To a dew drenched morning
as the sun raced out of oblivion
from the pillows of a mountain
tearing down the blanket of darkness

The orange sun stared down
to see the love fleeing around
all around the valley of hearts
dancing like dwindling stars

As the red sun turned white
to the fragrance of bonnie buds
on the branches of memories
allotting rainbow like smiles

Unheard unspoken desires
in their journey to awakening
winking brushing the eyelids
as the aurora steers into life

Every second bringing new joy
telling good times come back
flowing like a river the time says
never a moment would come when your bosom is empty of it

The place never short of fun.. !!

The green meadows we ran upon
be it cricket or football or just a run,
the only place where all happen
the place never short of fun.

From the assembly in the dawn
to the finish time when all are gone,
the only place where all happen
the place never short of fun.

The games, be it under the sun
or clouds summing to a ton,
the only place where all happen
the place never short of fun.

Once an earthquake was on
we ran into the grounds out of zone,
the only place where all happen
the place never short of fun.

In the recess to the ground we run
never to find a spot to be lone,
the only place where all happen
the place never short of fun.

Today when I sit in a park all alone
dreaming of running, but there’s none,
I miss the only place where all happen
the place never short of fun.

Ah.. !! Be My Valentine..

The times when we were kids
love was a thing very new,
we ceded our golden hearts
to the ones we barely knew.

Pious was that thing called love
made everybody smile in my class,
those beautiful lovely words we said
were certainly adoring to pass.

Memories of those innocent days
when life only meant to be fine,
when none balked to love
who cared about the word, valentine.

On this day with complications around
proposing with candies and flowers,
for instant happiness that worked
but also thank them for the many hours.

Simple as said the warmth is love
put your arms around and hold tight,
there is no need for words to be said
make them feel at heart, all is right.

To the one who can make me skip a beat
I am waiting with a smile, be mine,
it will be worth every a mile
just come round be My Valentine.

PS - its just a poem and not really about Amit Mohanty.. :)

The SandGlass - Sands Of Time

An antiquate from the olden days
I could see one at the tables edge,
breathtaking was its size zero neck
challenging an engineers knowledge.

Hiding behind the dust was this beauty
made of glass that gleamed and shined,
the crystals of grain grazed my eyes
the sight was such that made me blind.

Tilting the glass the grains flew as birds’
rushing down were the sands in the glass,
sands of time was all that I recalled
with the grains the time too did pass.

The time passed as the sands dwindled
teaching me, the lost time will be no more,
for the times lost cannot be retrieved back
as they are long lost behind locked doors.

To defy logic, I tilt the glass again
just to see the grains lively dances,
I learnt you cannot get whats lost
but life does offer second chances.

Sometimes I feel I am back there.. !!

I just stumbled upon a picturesque
dusty earth i see, and kids in queue
took me to my school i so well knew
memories infinite, recalling a few

Those narrow goat walked paths we followed
with times, paddling on cycles we mellowed
racing the roads with friends love bestowed
ah bright were those days nothing shadowed

The Big bags on our small little shoulders
like an act of refugee carrying boulders
for the bags had all of India to amperes
not to forget the tiffin full of crumbles

The blue trousers and white shinning shirt
glowing socks and polished shoes less dirt
the girls wore red ribbons and blue skirt
our oiled hairy heads had emotions so inert

Through these days we journeyed our adolescence
the sadness, despair, dismay all gave an absence
we all turned into humans of divine substance
but good things always come back for vengeance

In school, Our lives were not ours it was OURS
our love was indeed the true face of our spars
remembering the days and friends i look to stars
you gave us sitars, guitars and lovely big cars

WHY NOT SOMETIMES THROW US BACK INTO THAT SAME JAR?