BYE...

In early morning hours,
When sunlight has not yet won over dark,
Gazing at those millions of fading stars,
I feel you standing next to me though so far.

Dry leaves all rustling alike,
Few of them still green and some of them already dried,
Are they crying out to become free,
OR dancing to be part of this big tree.

Deeply engrossed in my fake real thoughts,
Condition as if standing in a sinking ship's dock,
Every moment feels as if its taking away my soul,
Body's unable to fight and shatters amidst beauty so cold.

Life just enough as visible in half closed eyes,
Movements of heart trying hard to keep me alive,
Any moment I'll be one of those millions fading stars,
BYE and TC would be my prayer from the world so far.

~Prankur

30th April, 2012

Freshness...

In the middle of April,
Dust and heat reachin' intolerance level,
I felt a drop touchin' me.

Swiftly opened my eyes,
To ascertain if it was just a lie,
"No its not!" shouted a Thundering cloud.

Too nice to still believe,
Sun has already started to relieve,
A gust of wind rushed along my cheek.

Rustles of leaves,
Bend of tress,
Perfect onset of evening you see.

Birds began returning to their nest,
Everyone around enjoying nature's fest,
Found myself soaked in freshness of moment as that.

Sky was already dressed in shades of dark grey,
Everyone lookin' up requesting god to hear our pray,
The drizzle would once again bring everything alive.

Tender green leaves studded with tiny drops,
Paddy fields once again would be laden with crops,
Freshness would be felt once again in our thoughts.

~Prankur
(18.04.2012)