Who planted the Bajiao tree under my windows?
Its shade fills the courtyard;
Its shade fills the courtyard...

Leaf to leaf, heart to heart,
folding and unfolding,
It expresses boundless affection.

Sad and broken-hearted, lying awake on my pillow,
Late into the night
I hear the sound of rain.

It drips and splashes, cool and melancholy;
It drips and splashes, cool and melancholy....

Lonely for my beloved, grief-stricken,
I cannot endure the mournful sound
of rain.

I Ran

She had this hedonistic Houdini nature,
She escaped from Shiraz,
Her personal Alcatraz,
She laughed as I asked;
How did you escape?

"I Ran" she said "I Ran"

She was particularly Persian,
Beautiful soul,
Perfect prose,
stunning, gorgeous,
My dreams came true,
As we ran the gauntlet between our acquaintances judgemental glare.

She walked through the door,
With shallow breath and a panting chest;
Windswept hair.
Late.

How did you get here I asked?

"I Ran"

She came so far,
To say I was her King.
Her shy Shah,
She said.
The concept of this,
Flew over my head,

As I asked where she was from,
she paused for a second

&

told me she came from Iran.

Years ago, I traded solitude  
for love’s vital beat
elusive and infinite

time accelerates, or maybe
I finally understand how fleeting
this charmed life is, as it moves

relentlessly toward their leaving.

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playing with the siblings ..
in the park of a small town..
no hurry no worry...
of falling dusk..

running to home..
on mother loudly call..
together eating, fighting..
sleeping in mothers lap..

grasping her hand..
turn by turn..
laughing, smiling...
blooms like flowers..
unmatched
mothers love..
unconditional
fathers caring..

now we have grown up..
grown up with greed..
grown up with jealousy...
grown up with hatred..

parents are isolated
lonely worried..
mother's legitimate love..
is not enough..
to keep us together..

years passing..
hairs turned gray..
kin not in touch...
since long time..

what happen to our love..
affection for each other..
why we became...
so shameless & selfish..

cant they become..
the same...
small child...
once again..
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 ©deovrat 'अयन' 13.03.2015

Beware of them
As a lover or a friend
As a family or a foe
As a passerby or a neighbor

Because they hide as they stand on the stage
They put you on a mind-boggling maze
They set you on an endless chase
With no one else but with your own tail

Because they shout in silence
They scream using pen
Using only pseudonyms
They want you to both understand and not understand what they mean

Because they conceal as they express
Behind figure of speeches
They'll have you take a guess
When you do, you're already checkmate in chess

Beware of them
Because they are contrasting beings
Living in a world of what-ifs
Living between reality and dreams

Dreams for family, rage for a foe
Feelings for lovers, concern for a friend
Observation in a passerby, rumors from a neighbor
They turn it into words, rhyming at the end

Because they are but they are not
Because they do but they don't
Because they are cowards but they have guts
Because they will but they won't

Because they are two-faced people
Because they are at different places at the same time
Because they push and they pull
Because they have truths and they have lies

Oh beware of them
Because they're simply complicated
Because they're famous yet anonymous
Because they'll always have you choose