STINGE

some deep relations,small quarrels,after

 fighting for decades,again the meeting

 the quality of love improved,adjustments,

 realisations,,,,,,,,,,oh' again the stream is on;

consolating together,caring and moving

saying past is past,and looking to the future

the life is flowing then...............but

still we feel the pain somewhere

just caused by the stinge 

and upto the last step,it would be there

                                    reminding us the  moments of quarrels.........

CONDOLENCE

From your gilt edged condolence letter
I came to know about my death
(till I thought myself alive)
even knowing it is only a condolence
my eyes went through every letter
just to find a notation or
an expression of love
but it is very formal,neatly typed
with the words of high vocabulary
Oh;I forget dear,the expired are not
entitled for the rose of love
they are but send to the passage
of  forgetness with the wreath
among the kind of death I heard
this is brutal;dying of negligence
(even clinically,physically and biologically alive)
now for me the nights are calm,air is still
no dreams,,,,,,,no hopes,wandering as a dry leaf
along the path aimlessly.........