As I grow closer to her,
Curiously and impatiently,
I can feel the touch,
Her pied beauty very much.

She is of variety,
In her colours in abundance,
So subtle in nature,
Lies her beauty in mighty.

There is wide space in her heart,
Which can shelter my love and art.
For the creator created her first,
And she is never here to impress.

I wish to settle in her,
For as many days I live.
Yes, I want to keep her love within,
And Alas! It’s a way of being.

Dedicated to her abundance love.

Thala Abhimanyu Kumar

Dated: 20/07/2020

It is a recent happening,
Of the heart which was unwilling.
For the thought has disturbed,
But has kept the heart in peace.

I heard her giggling,
On the fresh water sizzling,
Way for the joy and glee,
Forced to see me and she.

She was undoubtedly pleased,
For the request I seized.
It was all happening,
She was all making.

I wondered for my life,
Why didn’t I meet her before?
Why not did I reach this shore?
Where love is from the core.

Maybe after a heartbreak,
And that ****** painful break.
I was destined for new,
As her last ashes I knew.

She is making difference,
Between love and happiness.
Love she ignores for the world,
And gives me happiness she never told.

Now I ask nothing more or less,
For I am filled in surprise.
For my hope has made a rise,
And hence I surrender to this sunrise.

Dedicated to my hope for life.

Thala Abhimanyu Kumar

Dated: 19/07/2020

I saw him near this road,
When I was about to board.
I left him on its way,
And measured my college way.

It was evening when I returned,
I saw him lay as in way the same way.
I took pity which usually I don’t,
But I couldn’t leave knowing I don’t.

It was a stray one I believe,
As the scars were fresh on him.
With scribbling jaws he called,
For this man to watch.

I am not an animal lover,
Trust me I am not,
But I felt the blood on him,
And made a move to save him.

I fed him bread and I,
Led him space in the entrance.
With no time he started playing,
And started making me special.

I use to see him before,
And after college hours.
He was happy to see me,
With that innocent face.

After few days I noticed him barking,
For no reason stamping.
I found his eyes with an another,
Yes another on the other side of the road.

From that day he wouldn’t eat,
Nor go for sleep be it day or long night.
There was a revolt and eagerness,
I understood the reason for the freedom.

Though I never chained him,
Nor were the gates closed.
I chose to let him go,
For it was the time to go.

I never heard about him,
For few months and days,
But on my return from work,
On an Autumn evening guess what?

I saw him dead on the road side,
With all flesh flushed.
It was an accident,
Yes ,it was an accident.

Was my mistake to notice him?
Was my mistake to feed him?
Or was my mistake to let him go?
I think right now I can only lament .

Dedicated to the dog known and unknown.
Thala Abhimanyu Kumar

It was made of cement and lime,
And expected no praise or any rhyme.
It was placed in the park,
Amidst few trees and growing leaves.

He used to come on every twenty seventh,
On dot from 6 to 8 in this heaven.
He was punctual even in rain,
Determined to reach the bench in pain.

It was the bench who was the witness,
The only witness after God’s inference.
It is the bench who can answer,
The repeated questions he used to repeat.

He was so soft on that hard seat,
And waited for that long meet.
He used to be quite in his thoughts,
Recollecting the moments just passed.

He could speak only to his soul,
Sometimes to the bench in whole.
He cried inner in and outer out,
On that bench his heart out.

No matter what, he was always there,
Be it rain, a fever, omen happening,
Infected, dejected or rejected signing.
He was there , yes he was there on the bench.

The bench wished to speak,
For it could bare no more weight,
The weight of his heavy heart,
And his cry for the constant try.

He was told by many for its of no use,
To wait for the gone and the wrong.
But he was adamant to protect his chaste love,
And to defend his chaste vow.

After a year and after lockdown,
Now the bench is empty,
With no weight of him,
Nor the wait of her.

The bench seems to be happy for knowing,
That he has learned lessons from his love.
Though the bench could never speak,
Yet he always heard the voice beneath.

He no longer waits on the bench,
Nor has any tears to shed.
But he misses the bench,
More than her and less than her love.

Dedicated to the bench in that waiting park.

Thala Abhimanyu Kumar

Dated: 27/06/2020