My Aquarium
I was passing by my aquarium,
I saw someting,
Very interesting,
Which you might have also seen.
I saw a fish and thought,
Is it happy or not
A small aquarium but a world for it
It is the place where it is safe and I feed it and many of its friends,
May be it is not enough so I add some greenery to the aquarium,
But I am not able to keep it with many of its friends,
The way I want to be with my friends and eat with my friends, enjoy with my friends,
Not only friends but also some special people.
I don’t know whether I have to feel good for them or not,
But as it is said to be positive so I be.
I keep thinking time-to-time about it.
As I am not able to converse with them if I would have been able to,
I would have told you.
And let them live their life like I do.
Amogh Rohmetra
“DREAM VOYAGE”
A fly….a fly who met me in the roof.
From behind the clouds brings me to sky.
Among the crowd and in the mid of sigh.
Being a friend is still strange as thy.
Seeing red flowers in oasis,thou reaction differs.
Begging deity to be seen in my eyes
Finally she brings me to sky
Yes!! It’s sky of my own world.
That before,seems to me so high.
The sky then grant my wings.
Below which thousand eyes are waiting the rain
While I’m viewing a cloudy rind from mind
Breathing the windy dews of thee streets
As I pondered in a freak dream.
So thy punishes me and cuts my wings.
And when I open my eyes
I have come back to the earth.
Abhishek Jandial, MIET
Industrial Estate (Udhampur)
YOU REMIND ME
You
Remind me of a paper-windmill
I’d fixed by the television antenna back home
Tentative in the first pushes of the wind
Coming to a halt and then picking up
Picking up and unstoppable next and going mad
Mad and smooth and lost in a spell
In a spell venting delight in every spin
In every spin giggling and mocking me
Mocking and drooling and tuning ballads
Ballads changing to hymns finally
Finally time ceases to matter watching you
Watching you
Makes a love affair with winds
Out of a casual walk on terrace
A savage gust of wind
Disentangles one of your wings
Wingless you stumble, like sole coming off your sandal
You mow and delight in you gives way to desertion
In desertion you’re frail and withered
On your withered face, disenchanted eyes
Silently i put the loose end back
Back to smiling, you resume your majestic course all over again
All over again
I stand ready for your further troubles
Troubles too trivial before the joy of life in you
Rupesh Bhat
Talab Tillo
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