Color my heart

Originally published in IBW

The sky splashing colors
Blue red, oranges
Dark green, light green, purples, pinks

The best is the not-so-red color
The virgin red is very close to my heart
Full of hope, power and love

So what it’s not-so-red?
Difference between red and not-so-red
Is just a shade or two

You give the not-so-red
And I will color my heart a shade darker
A perfect virgin red.

Who are you?

Originally published in IBW

Who are you?
Who really are you
You find more happiness in my pains
Than in your own happiness
You await my sad moment to be happy
You highs do not seem to amuse you anymore
You find solace in my humiliation
You stalk me instead of contemplating your life
You smile when I cry
You hate it when I laugh
Who really are you
Who are you?

Happy birthday my girl

Originally published in IBW

The hand pulling rickshaw puller
Struggled his feet through the
Hot and burning stone street
The lady sat fat with lot of extra shopping weight
Her right hand never stopped feeding her mouth
She ate as if there would be no tomorrow
And the puller pulled like there would be no tomorrow
His feet all bare and rough
The soles tough, distracting the stones
The sun was merciless
He eyed a bunch of young people
Gorging on the colored drinks
Two children playing with ice cubes
The lady still munching the snacks
The puller rode like a horse now
He can’t waste any time
He has to meet his little girl
Who’s been waiting since forever
He needs 20 rupees more
To buy her a birthday gift
The gift she’s been wanting since last year
The puller got the fat lady down safely to her house
Took  the money, sidelined the rickshaw
He went to an ever old, shabby shoe shop
Shopped for a couple of chappals
Bought his choice and came home
Wearing the sandals in blue straps
His girl gave him a big hug and a tearful kiss
He finally made her day.

Festive newness

The cumulonimbus sky beckons The concrete nature turning lucid There is something in the air hard to define The fun frolic newness New clothes, new plans, new hopes New sky, new color, new love The old Durga – in this new world Live the festive newness Originally published in IBW