THE EYES THAT HUNT
Dark, ordinary, with a humble look,
but piercing glances he undertook.
...
I'm living with memories
The dreams, them I cherish
where are you? decayed love
Perished, desolately lay in catacomb
...
Atom molecule conform cell
cells, life's primary existence
miniscule in any scale
invisible, hiding occurence.
...
The cantrip is over
draggled in mud cover
contrived by the connived
recusant culpable, beguiled
...
THE CONSPIRACY
The gynaeics, beware of them
normal delivery will cost less
...
Among the crowd of villager
Shankar stood there shocked
of the sudden turn of the events
in disbelief and saddened
...
A moffusil town
tranquil and serene
sleepy, 'please donot intervene'
awakening is forbidden,
...
after a few months
destiny took its turn
She was pregnant,
a baby to be borne
...
After a week's rest
at her mother's place
she felt somewhat better
but a prickling pain, retrace
...
Only recently I have started writing poetry. In childhood and while studying in college, I used write poetry occasionally but in later life did not continue. Reading poetry was always a passion. Now I'm old but my wish to write reincarnated. Modestly educated, not very talented, led very ordinary life throughout.)
Violation Iii
THE EYES THAT HUNT
Dark, ordinary, with a humble look,
but piercing glances he undertook.
like a commodity in the market,
in every respect they checked.
Then a ceremonial 'yes'.
With joy and happiness,
She was engaged, in a hurry.
Her consent was unnecessary.
The well-off farmer's humble boy
demanded a bike, possession of joy,
gold ornaments and nuptial dress
for groom and bride
lavish reception expense
to be borne by her side.
Father will have to sell
some land to fill the pail.
LOVE THAT BEGGS
Shankar, quiet handsome and tall
acts and sings in village drama
gets the heroin's meaty role
Roopbaan kanya, princess or sitama
enliven the characters so well,
boys shout, without shame
to the sweet and sexy dame.
Sings well in fine feminine voice
act male or female by his choice
cool and sober, quiet often,
each day, visited her by lane,
slows down near her aula fence,
smiled while exchanging glance.
What he wants to say
yet never say,
She feels an itch,
but no heeds to pay.
Sometimes in ceremonial crowd
comes closer, he becomes loud,
of his feelings, through caressing
and hidden touches, really harassing,
wanted to yield to the thrill
fear, uncertainty invaded her will.
Her parents say they're poor
no land, daily -wager
can't ensure,
a decent income
to make both ends meet,
handsome, nature sweet,
doesnot conform a credit.