IT’S ALL ORANGE FOR A WHILE and FIRST OF THE YEAR!

Poems on Rain

– IT’S ALL ORANGE FOR A WHILE  and FIRST OF THE YEAR!

IT’S ALL ORANGE FOR A WHILE- Poems on Rain

Last Evening,

A sudden halt in rain,

And it’s all Orange for a while!

Corridor, Walls, Doors, stairs,

Trees, Leaves, roads, cars and cycles.

Everything for a while; is Orange!

 

And I Imagine,

From the terrace back home.

vast Rice field that stretches,

beyond the fence in the backyard.

Swaying, bobbing, draped as everything is,

in this rare, ephemeral, spectacular blaze!

I’ve heard those fields are being sold fast,

And it’s money in the place of rice now.

But I can’t help it,

This is what my eyes come up with!

 

Labourers employed,

For cutting out the crop,

Leave their sickles and look up,

Their dull, tired eyes Orange too!

Someone jokes and shares a cigarette,

They sit on mud-tracks, laughing out loud.

Though from the last visit I recall,

Those tracks are maimed to lose mud now.

But I can’t help it,

This is what my eyes come up with!

 

Grandma, oh, Yes!

She would’ve stepped out,

Chipping-out a crushed walnut,

Passing us the salvaged fruit.

And would’ve talked of those times,

When it went like this in the valley!

Nowadays, Grandma, hardly comes out,

Maybe she loathes thinking of old days!

 

Next moment we run,

Clearing up the milk cups,

Forced upon by mother’s threats.

Then gather and halving ourselves,

Play, wallow and get frazzled till this,

Fluorescence gives way to a fresh night.

I know there are no playgrounds now,

Locality is full of houses and roads.

 

But I can’t help it,

This is what my eyes come up with!

 

FIRST OF THE YEAR! – Poems on Rain

It rains,

And it rains beautifully.

The only sad part,

I, behind a glass window

And watching it rain from there.

It is, my God,

The first of the year,

And it’s raining beautifully!

 

A tea cup,

Monsoon melody on my lips,

And a longing to step out.

Two red chairs,

There, washed out and fresh,

Bright and teasing me.

Oh, it can breathe life,

In such things, these drops from sky.

 

Its descent,

Scent rising from land,

Chorus of roofs overhead.

Seem, waken up.

You and I,

Sitting with restrained souls!

Join me, will you,

Out there in the rain?

The first of the year,

And it’s raining beautifully!

 

You ask,

Do I love doing it?

Reply can only be my smile.

For my dear,

There is no magic,

In any possible explanation.

You know it too and still

Ignore this jubilant shower.

This, first of the year,

And see, it’s raining beautifully!

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