Sawan month comes like
Adolescence
Month to say but has
different appearance
Till yesterday it was dry
Today it is all over wet
Till yesterday all was frustrating
Today it is all over happiness

Clouds of sawan
Like open hairs of a beauty
Drizzling of sawan
Like pouring out strong emotions
Breeze of sawan
Like acceptance of proposal
Shiva worship in Savan
Like writing a love song
Fairs of sawan
Like incarnation
coolness of sawan
Like the purity of first love
Thunders in sawan
Like the excitement of the mind
Beauty of sawan
Like a girl's virginity

There is all new creativity in sawan
Sawan is the name of newness
Sawan is the month of meditation
Sawan is dear to Lord Shiva
Shiva is always immortal
Hence of sawan is
the symbol of integrity.

You think you need her for happiness
security guard is thought that it is what defines you.
spread your wings and fly
and reach the sky
look up in the mirror
can you see what I see
you are an angel send from the sky above
spreading your love as you go
you taught me what it means to live
you made me feel how lovely it is to love
you stole the hearts of big and small
your a pearl that is waiting to be found
your Gods gift of blessing
Sawan is your name
and cuteness is your charm
you showed me a video of you singing.
your voice lightened the demons heart.
you removed a knife from a broken heart.
its a loss seeing you leave
but as long as it brings you peace it brings a smile to my face
the wind blows but it will never let us part
be happy my friend and i will see you soon

Bachpan ka samay kabhi na lautkar aata ,
Har waqt bus yaadon ka aasma reh jaata ,

Khelte the hum bhi khub dhul ko udel ko,
Maaf kr diye jate hamare sabhi galtiya aur bhul ko,

Jab chaha has lete they ,
Aur jab chaha ro dete they ,

Chhote chhote aankhon me sapne bade hote the,
Na kisi se bair,sare log apne hote the,

Par ab tou aansuo ko chahiye tanhayi ,
Chehre par sirf jhoothi muskaan hai chhayi ,

Zindagi ki tapish mein kab bachpan guzar gaya ,
Kab bachhe se bade ** gye zindagi ki daur mein nazar hi nahi aaya ,


Kya din they chalate they baarish mein nao 
Ab khud ko chupane ke liye sochtey hain kha jao,
 
Na kuch paane ki aasha thi or na kuch khone ka drrrr,
Mast rehte they jaha apni hi dhun idhar udhar,

Koi lauta de bachpan ka sawan
Fir se mehak jayega mere dil ka aangan ,


Khelte they khilone se aaj khud khilona ban gaye ,
Bachpan ke sunhere pal na jaane kha kho gaye,

Maa se lipatne ke  bahane bnate,
Maa ke aanchal ke chav me hi so jate,

Chhote se kadam se saitaniya bde karte the,
Papa Ki pyari daat pr bhi ro dete the,

Jab bhi rota mai,Maa apne sine se laga leti thi,
Sahlake haath sar pr mere muskura deti thi,

Maa ka dudh jaise amrit ka pyala tha,
Sach me hamara bachpan bahut hi nirala tha,

Amrit ka Ek ghut pi kar bhi khush ** jate the,
Duniya ka sabse bda sukh maa ke aanchal me hi pate the,

Yaad hai hume wo khubsurat bachpan ke pal,
Muskura dete hum jab bhi yaad aate wo sunhare bite kal........

4th collab. Poem composed by
Sonia Paruthi & Manish Shrivastva

Monsoon Rhapsody



I am rain on a summer day
Drenching drowsy, lifeless buds
Stirring them to a dancing wakefulness
Washing leaves dull and dry with dust
Dousing fire in a desert ringed inferno

I am the drizzle on a pale moon night
Easing into the heart with music
The melange of water humming with the wind
The splash of puddles in fields of barley
Gently filling thirsty river beds craving for a flow

I am showers before monsoons
Impregnating the air with soothing droplets
The hint of life in an oasis of colours
Breathing moist on a farmer's bronzed skin
Tingling the world with shimmering emerald

I am sawan, the monsoons
Winding my way through a chorus of clouds
Thundering my presence into the sea of renewal
Cascading on sandy shores that glisten with light
Whisking away waves of gold with jubilant darkness

I drape the land in arrays of greens
Scent the soil in my fragrance
Dance with the rhapsodic dance of the peacock
Wreathe petals into flowers that vine
And curve in the soil of growth.

Ah ! My Beloved
this logic pure and undiluted
does it have to cross paths ?
with my insanity
time and again…

Can it not memorize
the grammar of my imperfections?
embrace the lucidity
of my madness…

Can it not hear
the chaos howling
across my silences?


…Somewhere on the Eastern sky
Sawan lashes out all her frenzy
and I in mute agony
conclude this verse
chiseled with just

MY IMPERFECTIONS...

She taught him to love …and when he learnt how to…she found true love in the arms of another.
This is a verse from his perspective…*


The raindrops taste salty
Ah !so salty like
the many seas lashing
her gaze…her kiss…her touch

I SING FOR MY SHORES LOST
WERE THOSE WAVES EVER MINE?

This Sawan –in perennial chaos
bearing the fragrance of her un-tamed locks
tumbled on an unquiet heart once
during seamless flaming dusks…

I SING FOR THOSE SCENTS LOST
WHERE HAS MY ETERNITY GONE ?

This damp evening however…
the ragas echoing her laugh
blow like tiny whirlwinds
filling every crevice of HIS INFINITYs

I SING FOR MY NOTES LOST
I THOUGHT THE SKIES WERE FOREVER MINE

IN VAIN DO I WAIT AGAIN
FOR THOSE WAVES…THOSE SKIES…

KNOWING YES…
KNOWING…

You whispered darkness
In my ear
In quick urging tones
And swore me to secrecy.


I craved for lights..


No…
…Not the gaudy ocher lamps
Flickering on the walls
Of Your spring,
Sawan
Or hail


…But the
Hesitant greys
That lurk somewhere
In …
twilights
Deceptively eternalized by you
Yet…
…untouched by me

You swore me to secrecy…
You always did
Now you know

Why I never did... obey

Poets have no countries . Except the wild taste of memory ; the tapestry of pain.
…………….

The wind howls at my window as I grapple with strange destiny. This road leads
me back to the winter we have left far behind.

Pritish Nandy *




In this all pervading dusk
as Sawan lashes out
unabated
frenzied
Unstoppable
beloved,
I am reminded
of moments….


….when  you were
My fire , wind and ocean
And me the pliant Earth
Being molded
By your light…darkness
And twilights.


Now I am just
Helpless rain drop
Lost somewhere
In nameless storms
Dreaming maybe one day…


I would drizzle
Across your soils
Until then
Let  me adorn
My silences…

With perennial nostalgia

Language : Hindi (India)

Aadha hi jiyaa maine baaki maazi me kaat diya !!
Jispr sawan beete thhe wo darkhat hi maine kaat diya !!
Mai hi usse mnaata hu jab bhi koi jghdaa hota hai !!
Abke nahi mnaaya or kudrat ka likha kaat diya !!

Jiske liye uthaata thaa ussi pr uth gye haath mere !!
Zehen me jaise aaya ye us haath ki nabz ko kaat diya !!

Suna hai tumne khat ko mere sirf jlaana hota hai !!
So abke maine khat bheja or likhkr sbkuch kaat diya !!

Wo ro ro kar mnaa rahi thi Anaam wapas aane ko !!
Mai be-bas hota iss se pehle phone hi maine kaat diya !!