An empty street,
where no one meets,
a lone traveler
puts forth his feet.

On the sidewalk,
a bunch of roses flock,
Beautiful and proud,
he hears them talk.

"You have got to see,
he admires me",
tells one to another,
while he pays no heed.

A little away,
a solitary wild flower sways,
it catches his eyes,
for a while he stays.

The flower makes no attempt
to avoid the roses' contempt,
the traveler passes a smile and walks ahead.
this moment for it, is worth a lifetime spent. 

When the ink 

of deepest hue

of your pen 

weaves words

for me 

as deep as you

in a poem,

I know in that moment 

the strings are of love.

I wake up in the morning
to a clear sky,
trees are still,
their leaves shy.

A little later,
what I see,
is quite amusing to me
and adds to my glee.

An army of clouds
has captured the sky,
with their wings spread out
I let out a sigh.

I then climb the stairs
to be on the terrace,
No! these aren't going to rain,
so aren't a menace.

A lone airplane from the horizon comes,
makes its way through the clouds,
singing its song, carrying passengers,
it feels proud!

I then turn around
to the other side of clouded sky,
three birds in a trail
("Are they sisters ?"), fly.

The silent leaves
no more remain.
Flowing with the morning breeze,
trees show off their mane.

Towards east I turn,
clouds get an orangish hue,
morning Sun is still their hostage
and is out of my view.

There is a wee bit of a chill in the air,
Weather is on its way to a change
I wonder if it's a regular affair.
Sure, from now on, it's going to be autumn. Nothing strange!

You have put in

so much of trust,

when I am 

made of lunar dust.

My source of light

comes from the Sun,

Ode for whom,

you have written none.

I only revolve

around the Earth,

How do I then evoke

in you such mirth?

Distant as I am

in the space,

Why have you 

bestowed on me this praise?

A hearty smile
you bring
on my face,
enamoured, I am
by your soulful grace,
that moment
lingered in your embrace,
when you slowly
put behind the repeated chase,
and emerge out
of the reigning clouds,
you lay to rest
innumerable doubts.
I dance to the tunes
of the gentle breeze,
this instant that
I have seized,
not knowing whether
you remain or leave,
my unswerving faith
makes me believe,
your radiance
that eludes tonight,
shall immerse me completely
in the brightest of lights
when you come forth
within a fortnight.

Here they come,
with pearls within,
veiling the blue sky.

Leaves rustle
along with the wind,
bringing some more
from faraway distance.

Changing their hue,
from subtle to the deepest,
they ignite hope
of the unsatiated.

On the terrace,
facing heavenwards,
with arms stretched wide,
a silent prayer leaves my heart.

Next moment,
they drop a pearl
on my palms.
'Is it going to stay for a while?', I question

Then comes the answer
showering on me
with all vigour
making me as content as I could be.

Dreary June? Not anymore!!

Completely immersed in my thesis writing, editing, correcting, I thought I wouldn't be able to write my June month's entry. I had nothing so far to give me that zing and inspiration that makes ideas float in your head and words flow smoothly. All this happened quite spontaneously. Spontaneous, instinctive, impromptu, they are just not my words. However, in the beginning of this year, I resolved to myself being just that. So far I have  not been so good, but not that bad either.

So I went to visit my sister for a while when I felt I had been a little less burdened by the pressure of work. I go to her place only when I am in a mood to relax. There are so many distractions there: my sister, who is also my best friend, her daughter, who is the cutest child I have seen so far, the television which I don't see at my hostel. (I love watching televisions), the homemade food that I seldom get to eat at the mess. All of this certainly doesn't create the right environment to toil hard. However, this time I had been carrying the laptop, my workstation with me to feel comforted and less stressed. In fact, the idea was to challenge myself to work in such a comfortable zone. In the meanwhile, I had set some deadlines for myself to finish it before my birthday so that I could just feel as free as people who don't have their Ph.D submissions.( I know there are other people with other kinds of stress but I am only interested in the type I am subjected to right now.)

You must be thinking by now, where is spontaneity? And how and where does the enthusiasm that I had been lacking this month come from? Okay. Day before yesterday, my sister made a proposal to me. No! To be precise my brother-in-law and she, they both asked me to join them for their trip to Rishikesh. I knew they had some kind of plans earlier but I never pictured myself in that trip as i was only engrossed in my thesis. So what goes on in my mind when the proposal has been thrown at me? I always think I have two sides. In fact, everyone has it. So, my first side knew that I had always imagined going to Rishikesh, exploring the white sand bank of the Ganga, just lying there in the lap of nature ( I even have a secret plan for the white sand banks, Ganga in the moonlit night which is not so secretive after all, a few friends do know about it!!) The other side, quite strong and firm in resolve knew that I had a lot to do to meet my deadlines so the tussle began. And then my brother-in-law reminded me of my Anokhe Anubhav, my sister reminded me of my secret plan and this determined and resolute side of mine started melting and just became one with the side which had been pushing me to say a yes instantly. All this happened in span of five to ten minutes . That was quite spontaneous by my standards.

So here I am in Rishikesh today, sitting in this café situated at some height overlooking Ganga that is flowing with passion so inviting that I just want to be right there at its bank. The breathtakingly beautiful sight of mountains with trees on one side, with Ganga next to it following its course, besides the road on the other side and me sitting in this place, seeing everything from above, motivates me so much that this entry comes right after finishing my editing of one of the chapters. Everyone else is sleeping as they are tired and so much sleep deprived. But I just could not resist the temptation of sitting by Ganga though at some height from it and just feel its magic. The whole moment is truly unparalleled.