Like A Kite

Like a kite flier,

You soared me high above,

Transcending all you could

For fun.

Spiraling me upwards

Through years

Hovering

In deceit

But, just because.

There is no substitute to life

I survived.

© Ramakant Pande

First Love

Never had it been that cold

On that day of January

The 16 of 2002,

Raining all night

Bones chilled

Body demanding endless sleep,

When upon a call of anxiety

Through a sleepless night

I rushed through

The fog and chill

All confused and worried

At four thirty that morning

When our destiny was calling me

But as fast as I could walk

The distance and time

Grew ever, more and more

Till I reached the place

And they hushed me in

Through countless opening doors

Till the last door shut behind me

When they handed you over to me

On my joined palms.

And you

Wrinkled all over yet eyes open

Like a big question mark

Looking around as if asking

Where am I

What happened?

And in that fleeting moment

In that fraction of time

Our eyes met

And your eyes so bright

Recognised something in mine

And my heart in your eyes

As they drifted away,.

And thus was born my first love

The only one I have

Truly ever known.

You,

My best friend

My son.

© Ramakant Pande

What Will Be Will Be

All of Europe was Gall
Americas were not known
In those days beyond
Darkest of dark of all
The Lost ages there lived
Indian saints,
Who renounced looking outside,
And delved deep within themselves.

Thus evolved
Over countless hidden ages
Birth nakshatra
Birth lagna
Culminating into
The vinshotri dasha.

All else got lost
With the rise of industrial age
The clock
In the information technological minds.

But such is the power
If calculated correctly in it
Like in a kaleidoscope
One can still see
Why what happened
And what will happen

But happen it will
And no proclaimed, celebrated, accepted
Knower of this science
In spite of your bribe
Can undo what will happen.

© Ramakant Pande

Some One Has To Pay

To you,

The one who made me believe,

That you love me the same way

 as I loved you

And made me feel

Your love

And persuaded me

That you lifted me

To the pinnacle, the ultimate of love,

To that summit, those five years...

And I

Without realizing

There was no base at all

To that hollow mountain

Of love

Fell down

And the price I can't ever pay

For your sophisticated chicanery.

And there were,

Are and will be

Many more like me

All who will,

When on the apogee,

Come crashing

From that void crest.

Love costs you nothing!

© Ramakant Pande