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?

An Atheist Meets the GOD

Sleeping sick on my bed

in dreams somebody visited,
like a saint was he wise
with beautiful immortal eyes

questioning about being pure
testing my wit to endure,
his eyes meant deeper sense
uttering all his experience

the one with all the choices
having all the worldly rejoices,
toiling with my selfish will
lingering on my maxim still

voiced me O man of grace
the one who sees this face,
ails are what you wont recall
don't forget this meet at all

eyes opened with marinated talks
was that a dream of sheer mocks,
as an atheist i could stand ground
but was he GOD, is what all around

PPOUW.. !!

They are the ones whom you cant replace

All that because they gave you your face
They loved you through thick and thin
Pursued your ways from deep within

They always brought you your loved dolls
Saw you play them at night falls
They pampered you till your late teens
Until you stopped asking questions

They traced words that halted at your lips
Savoured their raw flavour and flips
They then lecture you on paths of life
With big heavy words of so much rife

They loved more and more since eternity
Countless as always like infinity
They bandaged your scrapped knees
And healed your teen breaks with kiss

They barred you smelling menace
Till you showed some defiance
They hollered to marry you soon
And keep watching the shiny moon

But where to find that GROOM ?

They are called PPOUW..
And I love the attention of these PPOUW
Well meet them they are
PSYCHIC PARENTS OF UNMARRIED WOMEN