Saturday, February 27, 2010

Suns And Rains

A lazy Sunday afternoon,
a room in a wreck,
the ventilator pouring in the hot sun
and the perspiring summer of Lucknow stays.
With clothes all over the place
and a few newspapers thrown here and there
she was trying to figure out a toughie crossword,
as she gulped down the bitter black coffee
smokes of the Marlboro lights thrown into the ash tray.
which she never smoked,
she just liked the smell and its reminiscence.
And she went into a slumber before she knew.

Closed drapes could never hide
the constant music played by the drizzle outside,
In London the rains visits everyday twice
just like the dabbawallahas home,and he smiles.
A neatly cleaned room,freckle less as he loves to keep it,
Jane Eyre is really tough to concentrate
but he still tries to read it
and the vanilla milkshake
really tastes better ,backhome somehow,
particularly if shared.


She loved the way he looked into her eyes and said.
"Tere bina zindagi se koi shikwa to nahi,
tere bina zindagi bhi lekin zindagi to nahi."
And he could never love her favourite drinks in CCD.
He always ordered for her,
saying "I'll have a chai outside
plus I desperately need to smoke."
Perhaps that was somewhere in a different world.

For her it was impossible to drink water
from the tap of his flat .
She always bought her water ,in his place,
he made faces but never argued.
Though he loved to look at her
while she was talking to her friends,
smiling,playing with her own hairs.
He never did admit it.


Then he moved
first to brussels then london,
It was because he could not see her
talking and smiling with her friends
or as she could not hear him say
looking into her eyes,"Tere bina zindagi se koi shikwa to nahi,
tere bina zindagi bhi lekin zindagi to nahi."
There friends could never know.
But they moved too.


The rain continues
and so does the boxing match
with the words of Charlotte Bronte,
"You have to read Jane Eyre to correct yourself
in certain moral ways.
It has a flavour of socialism,read it."
She said.He did.
But she never knew.

The crosswords half solved and left
would have made him laugh,a crossword wizard.
if he had seen.
If he had seen he would've also noted
the tear drop,as she was filling
Audry Hepburn as the actress born in Brussels
acted in Roman holiday,
just between the letters H and E
but how could he.

She woke up
as the radio was playing the song.
"tere bina.."
Sun had slept giving way to evening breeze.
The London rain had seized too
but the vanilla milkshake was still
nested in the mug.
Certain rains and a few sunburns hardly ever go away.

4 comments:

Anamika said...

Lyk it....gud 1!

pavzworld.blogsopt.com said...

very nice work. :)

Prerna Munshi said...

Man, you are a poet par-excellence! :)

sidrajafri said...

Certain rains and a few sunburns hardly ever go away :)

And then one day when we are tired we sit back and miss all those time when we have laughed. Actually laughed. Making us feel sick to the core :(