Catch every drop of rain as possible
On ponds, lakes, and water tanks
Two men unboarded the last bus to the village
Right after the bridge after 11 pm
After watching a movie in the town
They walked with torch showing the path
On a pitch-dark night
The frogs and crickets in the paddy fields
Let their presence known
They saw two strangers at the river bathing
ghat
They jumped into the river and swam merrily
They asked, do you want to join us?
It is serene with cold water
The men asked the strangers
Who are you? We have never seen you before
Strangers laughed and spoke
We are the guardians of this river
For many years now
The men realized that their villagers used to
remind them
If two men ask them to join in the river at
night
Never jump into the river
As those were the ghosts of men drowned
In the river
So fond of swimming in that river
The men started running in fear and climbed the
hill
They lost their torch and direction
The ghosts screamed and chased them
One of the men fell unconscious
The other somehow reached home
Those strangers still wait for people at night
At the bathing ghat
The legend continued and many more people
Saw the ghosts at night and ran for their lives
This poem is based on a legend in my village. Image from iStock !
I am on a long walk
through the cobblestone road
at the middle of the night
when the streetlights
refused to show me the way
the moon came to my rescue
even on this rainy day, to my surprise!
Where am I going?
I don't know
All I know is that I will walk
as long as my legs don't tire down
My spirits are on the high
as I threw my umbrella
to walk through this chilly rain
I wonder if I am mad!
But I feel so excited
I asked myself
Do I love her?
I am in search of an answer
I feel she's walking alongside me
smiling and laughing cutely
I can hear her singing a song
She shared with me earlier
The more I walked
All I see is her fluttering around
Like a butterfly
I don't know why her smile is
flashing in my heart
Is she an angel?
Why am I crazy about her?
I tried to walk so far
To see if she remains in my mind
All i am thinking is about her
Oh my heart, tell me now
Do I love her?
I found this poem in my old handwritten poetry book.Image from istockphoto.com
We are at the beaches
Separated by an ocean of silence
I don't know the distance
between us, at this moment
You're seeing the sunrise there
I am waiting for the sunset here
Until then I will count the waves
That touches my heart
I miss the mystified smile of yours
And I miss your way of making me mad
This endless ocean seems to be bigger
I can't swim that far, to be there
I am just waiting for the ocean to dry up
So that we can walk towards each other
When our minds are cooled
Unsaid words are setting the tone
for the moments now
Even in this lonely wind
I can feel the warmth of your love
Emotions are far too strong to freeze
I tried to run away from it
But when I think about you
I rather wish to hold on to the hope
That you will find your way back to me
I don't know when I wrote this. I found this in an old paper book I used for writing poetry.
Image from Unsplash
I wish to paddle away