MERMEN AND OTHER POEMS
MERMEN
Fathomless streets and footpaths,
Crowded markets and alleys
Enshrouded by self-centred lights
Loosen from evening’s grip,
Typical middle-class excitement
Of oblivion, follows harmoniously
After job-marriage-children and death,
Nothing so boring on the same tune
Flows from the lonely pan-stall.
Millions of questions unasked though-
People are living the trails of life.
Ashes of the last smoke
Drowned some at the poetic
Remnants of their aspiring selves
Left a faint aroma of desires,
The desires, chained by codes and conducts;
They heard me looking at them
With horizon-stretched fanatismo,
They lived with me in dark
To spoil the spice of hackneyed fashion.
Millions of questions unasked though-
We wanted to leave some trails of life.
EXCLAMATION MARK
Confined to infinite commas,
Rhythm of life punctured,
Ransacks for a single
Exclamation mark out of the heap,
But in vain.
Too many colons and semicolons
And hyphens have a way of eating into
The pith of the rhyming stem
Oh for a single exclamation mark,
Before the full stop comes?
CHRISTMAS RETURNS
The lonely road of Christmas
With lights shimmering
On the snow-white complexion
Returned and went far away
With the sound of church bells,
With the aroma of chocolate shops
And colours of merriment inside houses!
I were a boy again
I were a boy again of my town
With rosy lips, blue eyes and golden hairs
Wished some thousand times
To have a gift, to have her kiss,
The most beautiful kiss of lifetime
And Santa never disappointed me!
Was that a simple kiss
Or she poured the wine of her joy
In my innocent heart?
I could never know why
The relish of the first kiss
She concealed had to escape from
The lonely road of Christmas …!
Fathomless streets and footpaths,
Crowded markets and alleys
Enshrouded by self-centred lights
Loosen from evening’s grip,
Typical middle-class excitement
Of oblivion, follows harmoniously
After job-marriage-children and death,
Nothing so boring on the same tune
Flows from the lonely pan-stall.
Millions of questions unasked though-
People are living the trails of life.
Ashes of the last smoke
Drowned some at the poetic
Remnants of their aspiring selves
Left a faint aroma of desires,
The desires, chained by codes and conducts;
They heard me looking at them
With horizon-stretched fanatismo,
They lived with me in dark
To spoil the spice of hackneyed fashion.
Millions of questions unasked though-
We wanted to leave some trails of life.
EXCLAMATION MARK
Confined to infinite commas,
Rhythm of life punctured,
Ransacks for a single
Exclamation mark out of the heap,
But in vain.
Too many colons and semicolons
And hyphens have a way of eating into
The pith of the rhyming stem
Oh for a single exclamation mark,
Before the full stop comes?
CHRISTMAS RETURNS
The lonely road of Christmas
With lights shimmering
On the snow-white complexion
Returned and went far away
With the sound of church bells,
With the aroma of chocolate shops
And colours of merriment inside houses!
I were a boy again
I were a boy again of my town
With rosy lips, blue eyes and golden hairs
Wished some thousand times
To have a gift, to have her kiss,
The most beautiful kiss of lifetime
And Santa never disappointed me!
Was that a simple kiss
Or she poured the wine of her joy
In my innocent heart?
I could never know why
The relish of the first kiss
She concealed had to escape from
The lonely road of Christmas …!
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