SPRING IN AIR, LOVE ONLINE

                                                      SPRING IN AIR, LOVE ONLINE

Nowadays , life is so unpalatable and stoic.

So unnecessarily busy and eventfully hectic.

Young folks thus gather in a shadowy discotheque, to kill,

The retreating winter shedding its last chill.

The chirps of the departing migratory,

With massacred green in a concrete urban factory,

Welcomes the spring breeze, and the cuckoo melody tune,

That too so rare,

For a short term vacation, in a vanity fair.

Some emotional fools and roaming vagabond,

Can feel the spring air and reminiscences their  fond,

And cry for the past and the long lost love bonds.

Beside them no one dares to mingle,

Their soul with the colour of butterfly  twinkle.

No one cares to see the young green boughs,

Dancing in a frolic of crispy air that jingle.

All is there, in the air, except love my dear,

‘Cause love is now confined,

In another little world so secure.

Where there’s no hasty rushing,

No meaningless blushing,

No hassled waiting, no worrying restriction.

Love is just a readymade parcel,

At a press of a small button.

Love messages, e mails , tweets, face books ,web cyberspace and profile update,

Takes all the bothering responsibility, does all the necessary tete-a-tete.

No need for time taking arguments,

No need for extra commitments.

Sometimes, meetings could be arranged, but

Oh! Never in public park or in a hopeless garden.

It could be in a shopping mall or a cool coffee  den.

The gorgeous and the grotty,

All gather at a V-day party.

Those who are privileged,

Share their love with diamonds and wine.

But for others, not a single grape,

Is sour in a vine.

Everything is taken for granted,

Just simple and fine.

‘Cause love can also be shared,

Simply free of cost on line.

Transition [ a tiresome afternoon]

 The transition of life, seems like a pause never ending

     Midway in a sandy desert and overhead sun so scorching.

     A thirsty traveler craves for a droplet

     With his bottle so shamefully empty

     And search for a shade in a cactus field

     Beneath a fiery sky with clouds so scanty.

     

     Still he has to search on and on,his body bent with pain

     Not so certain of destination, not so certain of what to gain.

     Neither can he rest in peace, nor can he sleep

     The only thing he could do is to dream,

     A delirium of a sea blue and deep.

      Can he manage to reach the sea someday;

      Only a magical wand can guide him to the way.

       Where the caressing  waves will kiss

       His dry lips and smoulderd forehead

       The sweet tune of a messiah's flute

       Will inflate with ethereal air in the lungs so exhausted.

       But neither can he be a dreamer, nor a soporific

       He has to be pragmatic and try hardest to be realistic.

       Be it a sore eye, be it a blister-ous foot,

       He bears it all by himself, just like an unseen root

       Flourishing blossoms, sky rising boughs and green shoots.

       May be the Almighty showers him with all the might

        To carry on his quest for a silver lining

        At the end of each stormy night.

       The passerby riders would never stop their horses by him

        And query about his needs.

        They don't have time or patience

        To lend a listening ear or a hand for heed.

        They'll never know that time is passing by

        The sun is about to set.

        The traveler could never quench his thirst

        With not much, but just a few droplets.