Phagun

I behold thine eyes, with the eyes of me

I felt, there, Phagun had arrived already

Like the nights of those happy times

The woman of my imagination-

With her hair locks let open, shines

Lifted in the air

Blew, so nice, so fair .

Thirsty, I can feel your lips,

 Lips of Simalu, flowery red.

I placed on your heart, the heart of me

I realized, once again, Phagun has come already

Like the nights of those happy days

My darling, the morning with her pretty face

Lilting slowly, brings to my heart a Lagniappe-

Her heart, a heart of Mandar

Beautifully flower, sweet and tender.

Today, it’s time for the glamorous Phagun.

Alarming birds sings their song

In one breathe long

On whose feet do ring, Radha’s payal?

Whose lips on the flute, do produces

A tune like Kaana did?

Tune a tune, Oh Phagun

Like Kaana, Radha will dance.

The first rain of Phagun

A drizzling rain woke up Mother Earth

On my hands, a handful of clouds

Petrichors all around.

Welcome notes, cuckoo holds in its voice

Mango flowers yellows the ground

Shedding flowers, all night.

Silently and secretly grew little jackfruits

Eyes painted, holds the colour of green

I kept my eyes, on the eyes of you

My heart upon you

I, truly, realized, there

When the songs, reaching upto the valley

Echoed far and wide, mellifluously.

I knew, Phagun had come already.

I, on my feet, standing

With my hands folded, I’m just praying

Oh Phagun, open the gate of youth for me

Like the nights of those happy days.