A Man, a women and passion

A Man, a women and passion

 

 

“I do not know what this song means”

She says, a careful smile plays on her lips.

“Ah, it is about a man, a woman and passion”

He answers, “the best songs usually are”

He takes her hand into his own,

Making her small, tiny world – his own.

 

“Dance with me!” his voice dares

She laughs – nervously – they smoothly slide

No sound, but for the careful shuffle of feet

           Suddenly – she pulls herself away!

The snow outside settles, her mind weeps in turmoil

           “And what is this about?” she whispers,

letting her gaze meet the mystery in his eyes.

“A man, a woman and passion”

Comes a low, warm reply.

“The best stories usually are.”

 

 

                                                        Ananya

Empty Place

Empty Place

 

           I do not know what it is that we do here

You, Me and this fortuitous place.

It is too bright, too cold

Too long ago, the grey memories refuse to grow old.

 

That I do not want you in my life –

I’ll admit with all surety,

But this night, this place –

There are too many variables, too many people

Too long ago, the gnawing emptiness opens old doors.

 

Resigned, I let my sigh call your name

But you, are too far away.

 

                                                                             Ananya

Departing Moment

Departing Moment

 

“Where are you going?”, he asks

Taking a long drag off his time-worn cigar

A long drag off his time-worn self.

 

Biting my tongue and placing my

Perplexed dispositions all too clearly,

My lips form the words – “I do not know.”

 

His eyes are uncharacteristically lucid,

His face – uncharacteristically keen.

“Then, does it really matter?”

And the winds below the moment away.

                                                                                      Ananya

Thoughts

                                                                   Thoughts

As the dawn comes near

I like to be left free

In my thoughts like juicy pears

Thoughts which make me glee.

Thoughts of school or life of a fool

Or thoughts which cant be explained

In words of you and me. 

Thoughts of sorrow cheer and love

Thoughts of different types of dove

And thoughts of course, of fictional types,

Which can’t be dyed into colors of dyes,

I can’t remember the thoughts

That cherished in me

And then suddenly perished again.

But for me thoughts are like rainbow,

You exaggerate so much

That it is left for you to know.

                                                     -Ananya Ajay Kumar

                                                    

Going Away

We’re going our separate ways,

Knowing not what the morrow betrays

Love has never been easy for us to find,

And people have not always been this trustful, worthy and kind.

We’ll miss those savoury days

Spent under the suns cheerful, dreamy haze.

We’ll miss those fights, those questions and those doubts

The laugh, the fun and the mock-pouts

There have been moments of stress and regret,

Hearts have been broken, promises left unkept

Although, of sadness, we’ve had our share

We’ve also met those who taught us how to care,

People who’ve made us feel better, sturdy and strong

And have corrected us when we were wrong.

In all, the journey has been great,

Two parts love, and the rest left to fate!

                                       By Ananya Ajay Kumar

A Lost River

A Lost River

There I see the river flow,

Without any spark or glow

Lost what it had days before

And it asks me, ”How many days more

Have I got to see the show?

How many days more will I flow?”

 

The blue waters have turned grey,

Remembering the days so gay

Whispering with fishes and chattering with leaves,

Now the days ahead seem to freeze

Here I see now the choking plastics,

And I think “How can death be so drastic?”

 

How can one forget the days?

When it saw me with its silver gaze

How can man be so blind and cunning,

That he is still running

For he still wants to find,

Heaven, that lays behind!

 

I cannot say I love you

Forgive me as I had no clue,

That it was this you were going through.

Hundreds of men die every day,

Some be sad others make hay

It is not them I am going to miss.

 

It’s someone who gave me a life like this,

It is you , Oh river you!

And for why I give you a simple answer,

I am not going to let you lie,

Neither am I  going to lie

Because Oh dear river, I love you!

 Ananya Ajay Kumar

A Mother's Lament

A MOTHER'S LAMENT

Who do you blame

 When a leaf Falls off a tree?

The wind that blew it away?

The branch that never let it stay,

Or the leaf, wanting to let go, To break free?

A hundred miles lie between us, My son.

The roads, the seas, the vines curled

The trees, the stars, another world.

To them, I shall let you go, my only one!

Heartless and cold, your mother is not

Anger, despair and grief, she does feel.

But to your love’s strange demands, I shall keel

And in the cave of tears, not be caught.

So go, my son! Live your dream!

Go to the crafty world, Her tempting sheen!

I shall not stop. i refuse to weep.

You, from your heart’s deafening roar, i shall not keep.

                                               The leaf has fallen off its tree.

                                               Leaving me in his love’s clutches, and him – free.

                                                                                   Ananya Ajay Kumar