A day in Winter

Down beside the busy bridge,
I see hundreds of people’s knees,
Those are fast and active like in games,
Don’t recognize even calling their names.

Dusk of winter day and cold air,
A Mom rushes thinking her child to care,
Young lads in tight jackets tramp the trails,
Groomed ladies walk like the boat sails.

Shopkeepers light their shop like in Laxmi Day,
Customers hurriedly choose and decide to pay,
Cycle groceries cry out aloud the rates,
Animal lovers think to be with the pets.

People in hotels order for hot tea,
‘Sahunis’ move here to there like a bee.

Real and Fantasy

Pleasantly, you touch me and change the aura,
Touch, I had never felt before,
Different and distinctive, it dwells in my memory,
That manifests in my aloofness.

Sweetly, you persuade me, also unknowingly,
Persuasion, that haunts me to change by habit,
Your pious and godly role wins over,
That transforms me like dewdrop.

Astonishingly, my remembrance drives,
To the scenario where we were lost for time being,
Remembrances transfigures into dreams,
Where my shadowiness was shadowing you.

Silently, you whisper into my ears,
That whispering was not less pleasing than God’s message,
And you asked me to make a promise,
To keep the secret and never to dismiss.