Friday, March 22, 2013

On the seashore


The sun dipped on the western shores, as the sky wore a crimson decor,
evening held the sky in its arms tender, as terns took to the air singing a sweet lore.

The tides kissed the sands ashore and the story of love was told once more,
waves washed the rocks with thick foam, bathing them with a mighty roar.

The waves will take the story very deep,
where the mermaids will sing it and put little fishes to sleep.

The hues of the evening descended into your eyes,
where dreams still fly with delicate wings and soaring high.

The moon held its head high with the stars peeping close by,
birds flocked together gently. Oh, how quickly they flew by!!!
 
Watching the earth below from his heavenly abode, the moon shed a silvery light,
the shore lay in front of us dressed in a sheet of milky white.

The cool winds embraced us with soft and gentle hands,
we lay watching the scenes before us sitting on a carpet of cool sands.


© 2013 Abhijit Pandit

Thursday, March 21, 2013

A land of my dreams


I know a place, tucked away in the woods somewhere,
nestled between the high mountains, hidden behind the cascading falls.

A place where the hills lie in silent reverie,
and the land is ruled by a thousand faeries.

A place where eternal silence rests on the high crests,
where the brood of the ringed dove still rests.

A place where sunlight barely kisses the forest floor,
the floor, covered with leaves, which were shed long ago.

A place where the moon's rays dance on the limpid pools,
and the nymphs of the forest write their own rules.

A place shrouded in eerie silence,
where, there still lingers the song of the winged siren.

Where mist hangs loose on the mountain peaks,
and the caress of the clouds I can still feel on my cheeks.

Where the village lass bathes in streams crystal clear,
and the purple flower still adorns her long tresses, which are very dear.
 
Where the dales are covered with a carpet of green,
and the dew-covered earth sings a song serene.

The Warden of the High Elms will allow us in such a magical realm,
where the silvery brook winds itself in the deep glens.

In such a land I will be going,
before the elms stops growing,
and the winds stops flowing.



© 2013 Abhijit Pandit

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

In the cold of the night

In the cold of the night, your eyes on me,
those eyes, watery and deep, enchanting me with their beauty.

In the cold of the night, your eyes speak to me,
speaking with a language of its own,
for it do not need words I feel.

In the cold of the night, the tears runs down those cheeks,
the tears, long withheld, now flowing free.

What lies behind those yearning eyes, I think,
the thirsty eyes, drinking the love that you see in me.

Those eyes are a window through which I see deep into you,
see those parched dreams which thirsts for some hope anew,
see the raging storms, oh! how wildly they blew.

We lay there, in the cold of the night,
wrapped in each other's arms,
and the fires in us lay burning through the night.




© 2013 Abhijit Pandit

Friday, March 15, 2013

Dark was the night....

Dark was the night, darker still my mind,
in this moonlit night, you are nowhere to find.

The waves break upon the rocky shore,
like the heart of mine that you once tore.

The wind shrieks at me with all its might,
The cold biting me with its frosty bite.

There is no refuge from the stars even,
the stars that laugh at me from faraway heavens.

Sitting here alone on the rocky shore,
reminds me of the times that we spent here before.

The storm lashes at me and the waves too,
how can I calm the storms that surges in me anew.

Oh, how I abhor thee, O cruel night,
for in your heart there is no hope of any kind,
in your arms I will not find any solace tonight. 



© 2013 Abhijit Pandit