Seasons, as they passed by,
the old banyan still, stood strong,
upon its leaf , a golden tinge
and many more there on the flow,
Remember! oh love, those branches ,we swung,
into the Adam's ale,
catching you, along the way,
up from the towering wood
It was autumn as it was,
All was cool and gay,
The banyan sung a merry tune,
choir by the midget birds
Remember oh love! the stories,so told
about the merry and charms
those endless days and the star-filled skies,
that once we yearned, but lost
The Banyan song, passed to the clouds
the force gathering speed
Never did him the spate bother,
Nor did the Thunderbird
Remember oh Love! the rain coming down,
pouring down, from the skies,
the drops, from the branch I swayed on you,
just to see thy smile
The Autumn rain passed as it came,
into the cloak of white
The eternal tree still stood there,
gazing to the frozen Nile
Remembering my love! The seasons we've had
under this banyan tree,
standing still, amidst the fall,
a frozen mind, to the frozen creek
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Without a Spring
Saturday, January 2, 2010
The diary of Ranga
14-08-1992
It is long enough after midnight when am writing this out, may be out of my inner conscience which pricks me for not telling her what I felt , though now I feel it’s too late enough to tell her , yet my mind or rather my conscience is not allowing me to sleep. The same is the case with me as is the case with every one , am in love! and yet I called her my friend, I wanted to tell her how much I longed for her, how much I loved her; instead I talked to her about the weather and the people ; I wanted to hold her to me and say those 3 words and yet those words never uttered from my mouth, I wanted to tell her how much special she meant for me , yet i was not able to..
Days passed ,months passed , years passed and on this day when she found out that I loved her ,that to in the strangest way possible , overhearing me and my friend talking and reading through the last pages of our(me and Ram's) chemistry note books through which we chatted through; almost all periods.
Ram or Ramaswamy is our common friend: both mine and shivanee's.It was as though he was the common chord between me and shivanee, and shivanee was more attached to ram than to me.
So this day 14th august 1992 would have been the most shocking day of her's, for a boy who always told her that he was her friend , a boy who was just a simple classmate for her and who was just the perfect masterpiece of a sympathetic abortive kind would finally turn out loving her.
My last conversation yesterday with her would probably be ringing through her ears now:
"NO! way Shiva ...I told u I am just your friend , don’t bother about people chiding us , don’t get tensed yar"
"Am not tensed Ranga , am disturbed , I can’t help noticing these vexes ,it makes me feel sick you know !To be frank, I even now doubt that you initiated this teasing business"
"What are you talking about Shiva! Am I that much mad to do such a thing! Am your friend yar ,nothing else! NO love nothing..."
Words..they come out from our mouth suddenly, rarely we notice the extent of what we are saying, though it feels nice to say words that console others, to say words that make others believe; but when it comes to reality our position in life would be just the antithetical of what we have said last second. Same is the case with me now, I wonder what she would be feeling now! I longed to call her , but was afraid of her parents and to an extent mine too.
I wanted to call ram , but didn’t have the guts to do that too, i could hear the grandfather clock clicking away..it’s 'tuk' 'tuk' sound which sounded like a warning to me for the that are passing by..
My spirits were down as it had to be, partly because i was sleepy and partly my conscience was pricking me at its best.
Still a question was left in my mind, "Why couldnt she love me?"
The question which every one sided lover wanted to ask and as I am being, the new recruitment into the community didnt wish to break the thread.I know am going to fail miserably here, still i love her endlessly ,long for her unceasingly.
Ranga.
It is long enough after midnight when am writing this out, may be out of my inner conscience which pricks me for not telling her what I felt , though now I feel it’s too late enough to tell her , yet my mind or rather my conscience is not allowing me to sleep. The same is the case with me as is the case with every one , am in love! and yet I called her my friend, I wanted to tell her how much I longed for her, how much I loved her; instead I talked to her about the weather and the people ; I wanted to hold her to me and say those 3 words and yet those words never uttered from my mouth, I wanted to tell her how much special she meant for me , yet i was not able to..
Days passed ,months passed , years passed and on this day when she found out that I loved her ,that to in the strangest way possible , overhearing me and my friend talking and reading through the last pages of our(me and Ram's) chemistry note books through which we chatted through; almost all periods.
Ram or Ramaswamy is our common friend: both mine and shivanee's.It was as though he was the common chord between me and shivanee, and shivanee was more attached to ram than to me.
So this day 14th august 1992 would have been the most shocking day of her's, for a boy who always told her that he was her friend , a boy who was just a simple classmate for her and who was just the perfect masterpiece of a sympathetic abortive kind would finally turn out loving her.
My last conversation yesterday with her would probably be ringing through her ears now:
"NO! way Shiva ...I told u I am just your friend , don’t bother about people chiding us , don’t get tensed yar"
"Am not tensed Ranga , am disturbed , I can’t help noticing these vexes ,it makes me feel sick you know !To be frank, I even now doubt that you initiated this teasing business"
"What are you talking about Shiva! Am I that much mad to do such a thing! Am your friend yar ,nothing else! NO love nothing..."
Words..they come out from our mouth suddenly, rarely we notice the extent of what we are saying, though it feels nice to say words that console others, to say words that make others believe; but when it comes to reality our position in life would be just the antithetical of what we have said last second. Same is the case with me now, I wonder what she would be feeling now! I longed to call her , but was afraid of her parents and to an extent mine too.
I wanted to call ram , but didn’t have the guts to do that too, i could hear the grandfather clock clicking away..it’s 'tuk' 'tuk' sound which sounded like a warning to me for the that are passing by..
My spirits were down as it had to be, partly because i was sleepy and partly my conscience was pricking me at its best.
Still a question was left in my mind, "Why couldnt she love me?"
The question which every one sided lover wanted to ask and as I am being, the new recruitment into the community didnt wish to break the thread.I know am going to fail miserably here, still i love her endlessly ,long for her unceasingly.
Ranga.
Monday, May 5, 2008
THE LONELY TRAVELLER
Alone I walk through these lonely roads,
The woods beckon me in their autumn leaves,
I walk on through ,without stop
Till the darkness hid the woods from me
I whisper to the darkness, hoping for a reply
To the black velvet surrounding me
Seconds passed, to minutes, minutes to hours
No answer! Nothing! Just plain darkness
Desolation surrounded me for the umpteenth time,
For the umpteenth time I suffered
But I hoped, I hoped for an helping hand
A support, I wanted to have.
Like a tall edifice in the dark,
The walls i tried to break hurt me,
The more I tried the more i Failed
I must walk now cause the road is long,
The longer it becomes, the lonelier you are
Hopes not diminished ,I walk through these roads
just like the lonely traveller i was before
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