Tuesday, August 13, 2013

To dear father...

When you touched me for the first time, dear father,
with your hands, I still remember the warmth.

When you held my little fingers for the first time, dear father,
and took me for a walk, I still remember the steps.

When you said something in my ears, dear father,
and taught me to speak, I still remember the words.

When you gave me a toy for the first time, dear father,
and played with me, I still remember the joy.

The long walks, the fun-filled evenings,
the winter nights, when you wrapped me with a blanket
and made me warm,
I still remember the feel.

The first time I went out in this world
carrying your words of wisdom,
I still remember the eager eyes.

The first smile of yours, the first tear in your eyes,
The first pain that you bore for me,
I still remember the care.

When you scolded me for the first time, dear father,
with harsh words, I still remember the pain.

The little moments of joy and fun, of laughter and sorrow,
I can still remember the bliss.

When I grew up and you were a little older too,
the smooth caress of your hands on my head,
I can still remember the touch.

I have remembered and treasured each moment with you, dear father,
I knew you will be always there for me, when I need you.
So this day belongs to you, and only you,
So enjoy this day to the fullest.

Happy Father’s Day….

© 2013 Abhijit Pandit

Monday, August 12, 2013

Memories of a monsoon


The first gusts of monsoon winds blew across my face
and brought with it the sweet smell of the earth.
With it also came back memories,
memories of a distant past, when you were there with me.
You were there, but so were the rains too.

I still see the tree across the street,
the tree under which we stood to evade the rains.
But the tree was drenched and so were we,
drenched in the rains, and in each others love too.

We held ourselves in each others arms and were lost.
Lost to the outside world and lost in each other.
What beauty is there in being lost,
this losing of ourselves and
seeking ourselves in each others eyes,
the eyes which are but a window to the inner worlds,
a window and a mirror too.

I still remember the rains,
the rains that brought us together.
The memories came back and stood before me.
From where they came, I don't know.
But they still linger in some remote corner of my mind,
and bring happiness to my heart,
the heart that longs for you, but knows that you are far away,
out of sight and out of reach too.

Wish I could keep them on the window to see them all the time,
these sweet memories of mine.
Wish I could project them on a blank canvas,
and see them, relive them, enjoy them, be in them.

Yet they swirl in me, like the first gusts of monsoon winds,
that blow across my face,
and take me away to a distant past,
a distant past, when you were there with me.
You were there, but so were the rains too.

© 2013 Abhijit Pandit

Thursday, August 8, 2013

Through the open window


The open window let in the light from the night sky,
The night sky glittered by a million stars,
the million stars up there, twinkling and shining all alone,
twinkling and shining, as if burning in their own light.

Oh, how I wish to stop their twinkling and shining,
their burning from within their bright bodies!!!
How I wish to blow them away with a swish of my hand
and leave me all alone!!!
How I wish to dim their lights with a flick of my fingers
and leave the sky dark again!!!

Dark as my heart is, dark as this chamber is, without you.
Without you, I am as dark and black as the night sky up there,
the night sky glittered by a million stars,
the million stars up there, twinkling and shining all alone,
twinkling, shining, burning…. 

© 2013 Abhijit Pandit