IN THE GARDEN-2

Landing in the heaven of love, sinking in each other's lap in that dreaming evening,
Our young hearts reached ecstasy as we went on singing and kissing the flowers.
Purposefully we were kissing particular petals alternatively and at times simultaneously,
As we were eager to kiss and feel each other while maintaining the decency of first meet.
Midnight approached unnoticed and the moon was playing hide and seek in the clouds,
Unperturbed were the two thirsty and enthralled souls of ours by the devilish shades.
Dancing to the tune of mine, at times you were resting your head on my shoulder,
Reacting to your chime I too was pulling your ear and caressing your tresses.
As I was feeling your warm and rapid breath over my face whenever you got close,
My heart was getting excited and I was feeling the sensation that I had felt never before.
I was hearing clearly the sniffles coming out of you whenever I tap your rosy cheeks,
Satisfactory they were to my ears, assuring me of the positive response that from you I seek..
Hesitating to my embrace each time when you tried to move away and maintained a distance,
Robotically I pulled you close with my trembling hand to my privity and you cooperated,
After all you were equally charged, interested and satisfied in our game of romance.
I forgot that there was a world beyond that garden, there are tasks waiting my way outside,
Loving and living for you become only mission of my existence and I born for that, that day. 
Of passion and belongingness I dared to do an unexpected pleasantry with you for fun,
Vacillatingly I handed over a thorn in place of a flower to soft tender pooja my love.
Eagerly you clutched it with a smile on your face as a gift of my adoration,
Your rejoicing face turned pale and kinky in pain with the prick of the thorn.
Over the beautiful, shining moon cloud of pain shadowed like a fierce wicked demon,
Ululating you jerked my grip, fled from the garden and did not return back to the garden.
    

IN THE GARDEN-1

Little while after the sunset I entered the moonlit-flooded garden,
On being dejected from the run of life I wanted to have a suspension.
Pooja was basking in the milky moon-light under the star-studded sky,
Appearing to be heedless she was crooning in sotto-voice and closed eye.
Momentarily she was stopping and gazing eagerly towards the blue,
Understandably, she was expecting arrival of an angel for her rescue.
Dragging crosses in the air she was displaying her resentment,
Reflected all over her body the turbulence in which her soul was in that moment,
As her dreamed prince was delaying to land on the stage for her contentment.

Mesmerized by her melodious and touching song I stood dumb for long there,
In fact I had never witnessed such a marvelous confluence of beauty and art before.
Struggle of life had overpowered my appetite for songs and art those days,
Hearing from a beautiful woman as her was more privilege than opportunity for me.
Raised by the raging of her incredible prettiness and unique tone,
A novice as Pradipta began to buzz and tap his feet on earth in rhythm.

I did not really understand which one lured me, took me in her fascination,
Loping pooja, her sweet tone, the song she was singing or all of them in unison.
Obviously, she was lost in her reverie and I was losing my head to her,
Veil of the bushes vanished automatically and unintentionally I got involved.
Eventually her melancholic song got replaced by a romantic melody of the duo,
Young hearts of ours began to swallow the nectar of love in each other's lap.
Our life started to take a new adventurous leap that evening in mute mutual consent,
Ultimately,I got someone to think, care, love and worship for the rest of my life.   

A TRIBUTE

On this occasion there was none waiting to receive  me in the station,
I took a taxi for my home unmindfully, dolefully without exhilaration.
I got into your room neither hesitantly nor fearfully as earlier,
Because I know to my ill-luck and agony you are absent this time there.
My eyes got attracted towards your garlanded portrait hung on the wall,
You were silent but speaking through your unblinking eyes and unmoved smile.

Your authoritative but soft and tender voice echoed in my ear,
To which I was accustomed, "Welcome home Dhuna, my beloved brother."
"Certainly my days are gone I am here no more in the act,
But I am still the king around here and you are my darling subject."

"Oh! No you are not gone, this is not true, a man of your stature can't  die,
You live at least until I am alive on this earth, with me, for me in my life's sky.
Yes I was, am and will always love to be your  much adored public,
Its my pleasure and privilege to be captivated and ruled in your love grip."
You never forced me to do anything but conquered and occupied my person,
And succeeded to be my Rama whereas I always struggled to be your Laxman.  
You had never roared and threatened me as an elder with your teeth of anger,
Rather you delivered the messages of your heart through your smiles or stare.
I never cared to take decisions regarding my academic-lines or preference of career,
Or even choosing a life-partner for myself, such was my trust on you as an well wisher.

You hold the responsibilities of my father, our household after his early death,
Then I was a small and helpless child but you never made me feel his dearth. 
You supervised and guided me in all my ways through my academics to secure a job, 
And gifted a satisfactory life, a humble life-partner no less than what I deserve.
Even after my marriage whenever I was to take a train from the station,
You accompanied me, lifting my luggage and never listened to my protestation.
"You still are a child to me, while I am here why should you be lifting in your tiny hands,"
In your words, your love for me, your greatness and a beautiful heart in you stands.
A lot of petty happenings but pretty memories haunt me when I am in sense,
My heart refuse to believe you demise, bleeds every now and then in your absence.

Now when I am penning your affections, actions, memories tears interrupts my sight,
For I know no words of appreciations, comparison can ever reach your height.
A wish comes to my mind, "If I ever born again to live on this earth I wish you be my elder,
Occupy me, rule me with the same intense love, or else I be not born again here," 

QUERIES

She was stunned to witness his humbleness, patience and dedication,
His incredible straightforwardness, adoration and open confessions.

Her psyche got laden with suspicion and confusion about his intentions,
Hence she came out blasting all cylinders with some down-to-earth questions.

"Why do you love me so much? Why you opted me to shelter in your nest?
A lot of them are there in the sky for your aspirations, choice and quest.
Is it not childish to fall for me knowing pretty well who and how am I?
Is it not silly to expect a bond from the free birdie of the blue sky?"

Bearing a broad smile on his lips, to her queries the bird replied,
"Yes childish I am and my love too is innocent, honest and forthright as a kid.
A loving heart is always babyish, may you call it an immature decision: yes it is so,
The great feelings called love comes from the heart and not from the brain, you know.
I didn't love you: rather it happened that the passion for you germinated on its own,
Now I am helpless, it is all on you to accept me, my love, my emotions or disown."

"You are free to fly as high as you wish in your dreamed sky, I imposed no bar,
However, I firmly caged you in the cave of my heart fully, finally and for ever." 

THE FREE BIRDIE

I was nest alone but satisfied, contended within my borders,
You, a free birdie of the blue sky took asylum in my nest,
Maybe exhausted of flying continuously or frightened of the hot air,
Or to avoid threats from stalker-birds or pestered by loneliness.

You pecked me in adoration, tweeted the melody of your heart in my ear,
Assured me of the partnership and showed the dream of a future together.
You openly appreciated my nest, my feather, my beak, my tone,
Acknowledged my gesticulation, devotion, dedication for you.

I noticed you stealthily watching those wildernesses,
Even while playing the love-game! Singing the rhythmical tone!
Is in the back of your mind the past pleasures of that blue sky?
Will you flee to the wilderness of the atmosphere someday?  

If that is your state of mind to resign from the union,
If you want to flee from me and feel free yet again,
Then start digging a pit for my burial right from today,
Or leave leaving an ember in my nest while I am in deep-sleep.  

THE FLOWER AND HER PRINCESS

The princess abandoned the garden abruptly,
Throwing the flower on the ground, dismantling its petals,
After playing with her, inhaling her fragrance,
Touching, feeling and enjoying the softness of her petals,
But didn't pay heed to her cries, her pain, her wishes,
Even didn't look back to see what happened to her.

Tons of questions raised in her dissipated little heart,
"Where I went wrong? What more was expected of me?
Do I deserve that rudeness? Is it my destiny?
Who is at fault? Who is fake, unreal, dodger?
Myself? My emotions, devotions? Or the pleasure I delivered?
Or the princess? Her intentions, attitude? Her disposals?"

"I procure color from the sun, fragrance from the nature,
And thus I am natural, pure, pious and decent.
God designed me by assembling simplicity, beauty,
Softness, fragrance and sweetness as ingredients.
Maybe I was wrong taking for grant the princess,
As a goddess who deserve my beauty, aroma and bounty.
Maybe I wrongly preferred her to be genuine and great,
Who would assess my worth, respect my soul.
Maybe I was erroneous in my perceptions, selection of her,

As a divine recipient, a noble and adorable heart."

"I am certain now that she is not a princess or goddess or angel,
But just a mistaken identity who was roaming whimsically.
Or maybe she is an actress carrying out character of princess,
In a theater who trespassed into my life to create turbulence
Or maybe she is a whimsical who visits the garden regularly,
To pluck flowers indiscriminately, heartlessly for her appetite, pleasure."

"But nothing unreal, artificial in my appearance, approach,
Intention, devotions, dispatches and sacrifices for her,
For I know I had one short but glorious life to live,
One great responsibility of fulfilling His divine orders,
To devote, sacrifice my life for a sacred and divine cause."