A moment with an old man

A moment with an old man

Wrinkled face and a puffed lip,
Mended trouser and a mucky shirt,
On a black overcoat in a parapet,
He sat…!
Scorching sun he never cared,
Beedi along his fingers,
Puff after puff, he went on.
Closely beside,
I was looking at him.

The air seem silent, same the road,
Every now and then,
His eye is at the bus stop end.
He was at his gentleman best,
I surely found myself barite funny.

Ttat-ttat, the horn he heard,
His curious eye, his sagging body,
Stood from his seat,
Collected his belongings,
Other end he watched with glee.

Exhausted look, and an over crowd,
Poor old man was left behind,
He saw, it came and it went,
Hope and a wait, only it remained.
He grinned at his fate,
Yet he smiled at me.
Well that was a wonderful moment,
A moment with a old man.

YOUNG & BEAUTIFUL NIGHT

YOUNG & BEAUTIFUL NIGHT

Sometimes, I watch over the night,
I find the sky too frail,
Bushes of stars peeping, each other house,
I follow the path, to its next,
My determined thoughts twinkle, in the small mind.
I realise, I am not alone.
Darkness around, makes me fear,
Atop the heart I ride,
Breezy wind touch my face,
I could feel the way it has gone,
And still i scale at the beautiful night.
Behind every night there is a new morning, people say.
But I find this an entire lie,
After the morning there is a night,
Is this the old night or a new one?
I am yet to discover.
And still I enjoy the night,
Young and beautiful night.


27TH MARCH-1ST APRIL, 2004
WEEKEND REVIEW