Feelings… feelings
The parameter of heart’s health,
And a catalyst to crater the mind.
What a soothing feel is it to
Hold beloved’s soft hand and mop it.
Tasting the flavor of her lips with
The tongue.
Holding her waist and strolling
In the sun setting lane.
The way she makes you feel
That you are her ultimate support
By placing her head on your shoulder,
On chest, on lap.
What a strong feel it is to know
That for all those jokes that no one had
Last laughed, but still put her heart out
Only for the sake that “you said that”.
All these, create a life supporting system
During the last breath out.
And there are other feelings, which make
To breathe last, before you have inhaled
The first in love.
A Simple truth, from the same girl
“I have no feeling for you.”
Pavan Kumar H.
21-01-09
Victory… triumph
I have …I have won
Over my enemy.
Who either was kept cold
In three feat six feat below soil or
Burnt like a camphor; but
For residue, to solute in river.
What ever may it be. I have
And I have won over him.
We both had tussled in the
Tug of business. What if he
Had won then. But now… I have
I have.
A tear flows out now
When I hear his name , as had
Not he been there; I would not know
The flavor of victory. Agony has
Filled my heart now.
Its not that I will not have enemies
Any more. I will still fight with this
Soul. But I have lost a chance of ‘one’ win over him.
Now tell me have I won or…
Pavan kumar.H
02 may 07
Like me
The new moon pretended
To smile even after losing
Its better half.
Like me
The Grape pretends to
Please others,
Even after fermenting itself.
Like me
The tall ‘oak’ tree
Stood bold even after
Its beloved creeper died of age.
Like them, what else
Could I do, than to suffer and
Smile!
I Muted my Heart,
Which shouted in deep agony.
Her reminiscence slaps
My thoughts, like the over-excited
Waves racing to the beach.
And the scar carved by that diamond
Will remain forever on this
Stoned heart.
05/01/2009
On your birthday honey;
I wanted to gift you
‘The sea’ of bounties.
But feared; it may ‘drown’ you
So left it.
Then thought of the
Morning ‘sun’s’ first rays
But the pleasure would be ‘finite’
As the time passes; it may burn you.
so I left it.
Next came to my mind was
‘The full moon’s’ glow.
But the glean would ‘vanish’
When no moon day comes, which may hide you.
so I left it.
Last but one thought that came
To me was, the siblings of plants.
But the nib would detach as it
Grows, and may separate me from you
So I left it.
Honey… even I am poor,
To buy you all worlds pleasure.
But one thing I can, which even
The nature could satisfy you, is
A small mansion called ’my heart’
So I am gifting it you.
My heart will never drown you,
Neither my love would be finite
Nor my desire vanish. I promise you,
I will never detach from you
Till ‘my’ end comes.
She was hardly thirteen. In a
Torn blue gown had stretched
Her self on a cloth in the
Railway station lane of the port city.
Few metallic currency of my country
Was scattered around her. Hard to
Tell whether those lovely dead eyes were
Looking this world.
She was fine to look. Just
Her leg were disproportion to
Her body.
“Begging is a offence in my
Country”- A stout man
In uniform and stick scrolled
Near her to pouched all the alms.
The passer by said: “this was routine”.
Not a drop of water melted from her eyes.
But what happened next brought
Floods even in my heart and eyes.
Two stooped men, full drunken
In the name of console-ling
Felt all her hidden organs, another man peeped
Through the windows of dress.
Even then her eyes did not get wet.
Her mother came pushing both the
Loafers aside. Lifted the ‘child’ in arms.
The eyes still gazed in the same direction
Where the governments advertisement
Was hung- let us eradicate polio.
