A Poet

Around him
there were lot of women!
different type, different kind.
But he had only words, sunshine, and rain
So, nobody stayed
And left him alone...
In the end, the world is indeed cruel.
Who would want to accept hardship willingly?

Lucknow, India 

Vision

In my city
it was as usual busy.
My friend and I took an auto in South Kolkata.

I never told you this before.
I saw you once
Your face appeared like a lightning
at the horizon.
And after our first meeting
your face kept coming back in subconscious
until the day you became
a monsoon cloud and left your shadow on the glass door.

Lucknow, India