Spring Will Arrive

SPRING WILL ARRIVE

The dark stark nothingness

Of the real

Into which fleeting moments

Like a shooting star

Pulsate and disappear

For ever,
Leave behind 

Longing and regret

Of gnawing ulcerous pain

Icicled precipitate of

Your decision

To drift away.

There is but

A silver lining to

Our separation,

Like in a cycle

 Of dying hopes
In long dry summer,

Then autumn, then winter

Leaving me alone
With nothing

But to wander away

Inhibiting
A closeted world

Of bright splendour

Clinging

To our time together

On expectation of a life

That could not be

Hoping, nurturing love

Never giving up

In impatient fervor

In eager anticipation

That there will be

A miracle

When we will wake up

To our plain togetherness

Shaking off scales

Of an inopportune dream.

Or a happenstance

Making us meet

To redo it all over

Or serendipity

Uniting us again

Like it always did.

That buds will emerge

 Packed with bloom

And finally
Spring will arrive

In a profusion of Petunia

Of Pansy, of Daffodil.

And it is but true

That separation never happened

That thawed love will melt

To frothy bubbling resilience

Like gushing streams

After numbing snow.

And here we will be

Together again.

                                      .... Ramakant Pande

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The Wait

The Wait

The large pond

At the end of 

Tall green Bamboo thicket

Lining up the path

Of the auburn uncrushed leaves

Amidst a new fallen chestnut

Born out of the shell,

Reflecting inverted replica

Of the drooping Willow tree

In the placid blue green

Ripple less water.

The crimson splendour

Of the mingled Rhododendron

Interwoven with Oak and Cedar

In its greyish green stillness

Echoing silence,

Of the pink roof

Of the brown house
Beneath the willow

Shrouded in mist
Above the dried ferns
Between the Orchids,

Hovering in still air.

My Love

This is where we met

This is where we grew

This is where we 
In all perfection
belong together.

This is where I live

Where I have the dream

That will come true,

When the snow will melt

Into streaming rivulets
Bringing life to ravines

In the season of love.

That wading through the bloom
Winter Aconite pushing snow
Amongst Ephemeral Wait
Of Lilies Of Flocks Of Petunia

Of Daffodils and Tulips

In a winter summer interface

That you will come shivering

And wake me up before the dawn

Shaking me up from a long wait.

Penetrating
A cloud of condensed breath
You will whisper 

I have come back to you
It is for real
It is true
I have come back to my love
Hold me tight my beloved
Take me home
To where we belong.

                             .... by Ramakant Pande

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