The Red Palash and the Yellow Radhachura Fall on the Grass

by Dr. Ratan Bhattacharjee



I could write thousand poems I could have thousand dreams I could wake up all night I wished I could have the power to tread On the soft grass where the red Palash and yellow Radhachura fall all the night and all my sadness and gloom removed... Alas! I could not …..write a single line. I wanted to die like Veronika With sleeping pills in my hand Which I crushed in the glass of water On my bedside table Paulo Coelho had his Veronika I had you in my dreams and in my waking… When I felt that you would wait For me For my mails, for my words, For what I said about you, About your nice scribbling About your lovely face, Your cute figure, your smooth white, bare, naked arms On the Holi day, the rose of your cheeks smudged with Abir Crimson abir I always dreamt to see on your forehead Your soft caressing touches all over me My fingers running into your dark silky hair…. No, I could not take the sleeping pills Life was more than a fragile existence Life means living for me Living in the grandest way like the round orb blazing all night So I only wrote a few poems for you my dear, Because, you had been there at the end of all roads You had been there smiling for me You had been there to read my trashy poems.

Image © Rita Singh

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Comments on this Poem

superb.... dipped in a feel of love... pure..divine

pinki
09-Sep-2012 13:14 PM

it's so romantic...n filled wid luv too.

Neha
06-Sep-2012 06:40 AM

Lovely !

Pooja
30-Aug-2012 15:55 PM

fantastic..

Rupradha
26-Aug-2012 12:47 PM