Again and yet again

Again and yet again

So close me, ever so close you

Nothing else do we want,

But trying so intensely, so hard, together to meld into one

But is that 'it' you ask, is that 'it' I too think,

Soon after the inborn instinct 

To crush each of us against each other into one

So flooding an emotion, so compulsive in its own way

Drowning every noise emanating within, crushing every rebel in there

Annihilating each question asked

In that moment every hesitation, 

Every fear pounded- grounded

Defaced for that instant

Yet, not beyond repair.

It is ever, but over, like it always is

Like a rule, after we are spent 

And we set about our concerns 

Hurrying, clothing, running away

To attend to our debts

Forgetting what everything that is us

For yet another few hours.

.... Ramakant Pande

The Quintessential 

With open palms,

Catching slivers

Off falling stream,

Through years of patience

And termoil

Whenever I am almost It,

It eludes me,

Flings me,

Back into the meaningless void,

Into this world

Of arbitrary, inconsistent, irrational

Order.

Yet it beckons again

With deeper seraphic sublime,

The core

That lies beneath.

                                        by Ramakant Pande 

Against Hope

Against Hope

It is a journey through obscure
without seeing what lies ahead,
and everything behind you so dark
that you cannot but to find recluse, retrace
into the changing course behind so dicey
that to survive, you have no choice,
but at your own risk, to grope ahead
in the uncertainty of what lies shrouded in dark ,
yet, longing against the unknown
so stoic and punishing some
and so loving and rewarding others
and being lucky or unlucky concealed without clue,
and so random, with so few known
against limitless unknown factors
constituting your fate ahead
in hope of the waiting arms unfurled.

Such is the beauty,
in the adventure within and outside
of the unknown journey to pain and pleasure,
this journey through life.

....by Ramakant Pande

Freedom Alone

Just when it was about to rain

ensuring that no one noticed,

I sneaked out

without an umbrella or raincoat.

It first drizzled on my face

drops coalescing into 

thin jets streaking meandering

on my cheeks and then

it started pouring on me

As I walked the muddy path 

which had no tree covers

only pits turned to puddles

nor man made shelters

in that forlorn, unused

mountain trail where

no one else but I walked

to soak and drench myself

and jump on the puddles

in my freedom so absolute

that no one can tell me 

what to do with it.

But 

for as long as I

stood far away,

alone

             

                                    Ramakant Pande