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A  molecule  of  yours entered in me
And  i  changed  as  never before…..
All my beliefs   in past
all  I encountered until then
and all the notions I had
altered  my outlook in life!
I wondered once  atleast
if  such  a small molecule
In an   invisible   mode
is   gifted to make wonders
in me   with  such  pace
is  it a miracle or a blessing!
Everything   changed   then on
eruptions within me showing up
emotions  of  disgruntled mind
eroding   my  sensibility  too !
My heart   transforming  with
mind-blowing  thoughts  
with only  love  at its core
wanting to explore  newer  path!
If a molecule   can do  that
I wonder otherwise   what could  be ?

My sorrow is  not glorious
My pain is not public
sorrow  stays in
pain  weeps ;
feelings swing  
fears mushroom
eyes swell up
vision dims;
tears dry up
thoughts wander
mind clouds
moods mull;
words clutter
heart throbs
vacuum engulfs
silence  lingers;
My sorrow is hidden
My pain is private
Its  all of  love
Its all of parting;
no meeting
no message
no contact
no chitchat;
Clock  reminds
Dusk  recalls
memories surge
heart   lumbers;
Heaving seas
twilight afar
nights shimmer
Loneliness bog down !

The sea  was full and  angry
waves   sweeping the shores,
bathing the sand and stones
rushing  like gleeful children .
I ask  the waters  why this  sudden flow
Echoes of waves  still prattle in the ears
Pessimist in me unable to digest the reproach
my thoughts  ponder over the  truth.
As waves and  tides  swallow the  shores yet again
children, men, women ,   buildings ashore
disappear curiously in galloping speed
crushing man’s dreams  with demonic  fear .

Huge  concrete structures  cropped up
Invading  sea’s bay,   shrinking it  in years
Home of waters   populated   with human lives
and the wrath of  seas  grew  steadily;
The  repeated  floods and drought signal
the curse and devilish thought of the deep waters
when Man  greedily encroaches  the home of waters  
for his own survival  and lifestyle .
Ignoring the  need of  sea  to flow  at  its will
or invading its banks, ignites the wrath of  waters  
Tides and  waves of  the sea   Rightfully  fight and destroy
the enemy when  its home is  encroached  or  invaded  !  

With a broken wrist
on my right hand
due to a  fall at a litfest in city
I staggered  back on a Sunday noon
swelling, pain  and fear ,
helpless to do anything...
then consultation, x’ray, surgery,
implant inside with a stout bandage,
a sling  to announce my incapacity
as   my bank balance drained.
dependency  for  every small thing....
shattered and desperate i sit .
not used  for a such  a state
my  mind  raising to tempers
whole personality changed
to irritation  seeking  loneliness.
and  as  mind  was  calm once
my left is fine it dawned...
my  memory clicked  pictures
of children and others , with no hands
at birth or mutated  due to  mishap ;
browsing  the internet on laptop
got inspired;  my left hand fingers  started  
typing on keyboard  slowly and  wrongly
determination helped speed with no mistakes  
and  after sixty days my first  left handed poem
I dedicate to   all those with various disabilities;
and  surgeons, assistants and nurses,
others  who helped  to cope up in hospital bed
and  family and friends kind enough to care
with constant  dos and donts  as i move around -
now with an arm band and a  smile on my face!
...........................................................­.................
In no mood now
to think of anything ....
In search  of  silence
and   lonliness in dark ...
It’s  a big vacuum
gushing  inside
like  a big wave
gulping everything
erasing  everything
and  then its just a  vast
space of   ugliness ...
darkness enveloping
all around   silently
covering  all filth...  
All good  thoughts  
All bad memories
washed   in tears
soaking  the  pillow
with  grunt and hurt
every night  brings
fears  and  angst
with no hope of
a better morrow. ..

My sorrow is  not glorious
My pain is not public
sorrow  stays in
pain  weeps ;
feelings swing  
fears mushroom
eyes swell up
vision dims;
tears dry up
thoughts wander
mind clouds
moods mull;
words clutter
heart throbs
vacuum engulfs
silence  lingers;
My sorrow is hidden
My pain is private
Its  all of  love
Its all of parting;
no meeting
no message
no contact
no chitchat;
clock  reminds
Dusk  recalls
memories surge
heart   lumbers;
Heaving seas
twilight afar
nights shimmer
Loneliness bog down !

Morning, good morning!
What a pleasant feeling.
Look out of your window sill
Birds chirping down hill
Rising Sun’s   warmness  
with an aura of happiness
Dewdrops on rose petals
Moisture on flower beds
Lanes with damp mud roads
Children waiting with bookloads
Men with their tools to workshop
Women with their bags to shop
Each in thoughts of their chores
Or in groups musing at jokes.

As  the clock’s hands move forward
with the moving Sun overhead
Look out of  your window sill
watch the changes downhill
All energy withered in heat
Life slows down in many a feat
The splendour of dawn faded
As the brightness of light invaded
No musings or jokes on road
None could stand the heat to hold
The empty lanes appear  haunted  
Silence pervading   unhindered.

Look out of your window sill
Watch  the  Sun’s glare  going still
If  you enjoyed  the  day’s siesta
It’s a great  blessing after the Fiesta
The evening’s glow  at your doorstep
Spreading delight  at each footstep
Look around for the actions of mankind
Adept in their chosen courses behind
With all the lives on earth in the swings
Singing the glory of Almighty on the wings
Oh! What a colourful day to consider
With lovely thoughts of you to ponder!


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