Every day

i spell her name

in silence

every day i count her qualities

in abundance

who else can stand so tall

in my meditating prayers?

a mother and only  

each mother always..

collect all the painful
memories In  a  jute  bag
and bury it deep down the soil
and seed some hopes for
germination to take place in future times
and reap needed benefits fruitfully together..

my friend
and enemy too
my loneliness...

from all over the woods
sailing with spring shoots
bird songs

Quakes and tremors
take Rest In Peace
we are truly fed up..

her untimely

departure from

these streams of my life

made me a wingless bird

and a broken

musical instrument..

asked the flowers

about the color of her skin

it smilingly replied it is pink

I  delightfully eclaimed "it will sync"

Eagerly questioned the waves

about her communication speed

it said "highly understandable."

i feel immensely pleased, it is acceptable.

interrogated the sky

about the depth of the affection.

it immediately retorted with a question Why?

and there after exhibited its large expanse.

I  asked the lake waters

about her purity of heart.

"not at all a desert"

they replied in cool tempers.

it tasted me like the much desired dessert.

I  enquired about the possession of fire

and the intensity of love

it said till now "no affair"

i felt it to be totally fair 

Then I decided to propose.

I ardently hope she won't oppose

let me wait till the "valentines day" and decide

whether I am strictly on the right side

 or wise better  to be otherwise.

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