First Love
First shower of early monsoon
Petals of first Kadamb flower
Purple rays of dawn
Fluttering of virgin butterflies
Eagerly waiting to touch you !
I see scratches of lusty rain
Clearly visible on your
Red lac juice tinted milky skin
Your sky blue saree-
Looks as if a reptile in deep slumber !
On that very day
When you first, fluttering your lips
Told me, “I love you !”
Is still echoing in my heart.
Today,
No moon on the head of my sky
Ceaseless rain beside my window pan
High waves of pangs of separation
In my heart,
Timber of fifth symphony
In the wind of my nerve-city !
In the spill-over flood of lightening
Floats my soul, my body, my desire;
I’m now at the end of my salad days
In sought of line of control
Of my feelings; fate – the game changer
Never allows me to cross the border
Of fortune !
Tell me, O’ damsel –
Where would I go ?
Where would I pluck thy ever blooming lotus ?
Where would I stay ?
What’s my final destination ?
Here, everywhere snowflakes of frustration
Everywhere mirages of romance,
In yellow rays of fugitive dusk
Capers your first touch,
Dazzles your first love !
I fear to wipe out dusts of my past
From the face of my mind mirror !!
Petals of that first Kadamb flower
First shower of that early monsoon
Which one day drenched your sky blue saree
Is now a phantom !
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