Kunal Roy
A window to the soul,
nurtures love,
matures naughtiness,
eager to discover desire,
in the heart of someone else!
He peeps through the casement,
to catch an innocent glance –
of his lady,
clad in red drapery,
bangles clink,
vermilion on the forehead!
desires to talk,
fear creeps,
apprehension mounts,
denial frowns!
Yet question is in store,
envisages him,
rubs his fingers,
clenches his fists,
mouth dries up,
throat chokes,
eyes sparkle,
menaces,
not to indulge –
a clandestine affair!
Heart bloats in anguish,
love beats everything,
romance overwhelms,
as-
the sun sets,
dusk descends,
cricket buzzes,
birds twitter –
in their grey cotes!
The sky opens up,
rains drop,
they meet –
in an open lush field!
Not a matter of choice,
but destiny!
whispers in the ears,
casement beams with smile,
takes pride,
in the work –
of uniting the two souls!
The crypt of love is born,
amid every dot –
of surprise,
of delight,
of ethereal happiness!
Refusal raises its hood,
Parental languish ,
crops up malignantly,
eyes speak of envy –
Yet love never tastes,
the pangs of mortality,
lovers die –
as a natural policy,
love never!
Spreads its wings,
gently,
gradually,
across the misty mountains,
across the surfy sea,
across the wheaties white expanse!!
– Kunal Roy