Faith And Hope

Faith and Hope

Existence had reared

its head in me

but yet again

in its vain effort

of the need to

look at itself 

through me

failed.

I failed

as my mind

interfering

in the ego

of its analytics

and conclusions

interfered 

with the divine

escaping 

in the name 

of need for 

vocation- career.

It takes

but a lot of courage

to have unflinching

faith and hope

and effort

to steer 

the mind

out of 'Its' way.

...................................by Ramakant Pande

Truth be told

Truth be told

I and facing me

in the mirror

just him and me and I

look into his eyes

in my mind's eye,

and search for any

wrinkle on his face

and I,

I am but confounded

for between the two

of us, in the end,

the whole point is 

who emerges

winner,

inspite of who we are

truth be told.

And I flinch

for I see myself

in it all

inspite of him

having his hold on me

him being the boss,

and me just

a titular 

head

with nothing of me

about me

to my credit, or his.

The mirror

hanging on the wall

shows cracks on the face,

my face,

of broken images

of me

on myself.

Wait dear judge

let me dress up

my face, even out

my wrinkles

and let me stand tall

and beaming. 

Yes it is okay now,

judge.

                                          ...... Ramakant Pande

© Ramakant Pande

And together, we'd have done it all

I and myself
we sit down a very 
once in a big gap
of a time
and often we talk
If we'd been
together
you would have said
about how lovely it all is
and I
I would have said yes.

You'd have been
surprised
at the strange things
I had 
to show.

You'd have
laughed 
at the long stories
I had 
to tell.

You'd have cried
sobbed
at the short sorrows
I had
made you feel.

And together 
we'd have 
fulfilled 
our destiny.

                                        © Ramakant Pande 

I can almost touch it

Was noon yet it felt like dusk

And the fogs rolled in and out

Against the washed out dark hills

As it started to beat in big drops

Against the only umbrella we were snugged below

With your left and my right shoulder 

Prevented from being wet

By my left and your right hand.

And the thunder kept booming ahead

Yet how can I forget

The firm resolve, the invincible desire

To walk the long arduous trying path

Together beating tide breaking against us

Against the murky overcast gloom

Drowning the belief so strong in us

Of a clear sparkling bright 

Land of balanced tranquility

At the end of the road.

Just like it will be once again,

And I can almost touch it.

...... by Ramakant Pande

© Ramakant Pande

Memoirs Of Yore

Another morning
Breezing dry air
Of hot summer
Nightingale twoo too ing 
The ultimate of thirst
Of parched westerlies
Heating up the lands
As dry as can be 
so high as to deafen 
the twoo too.

In the farms of golden wheat
Fearing rain
In the dry land
Of dried lips
You thrashing the bushels
And I am harvesting.

How lighted it was
That late April night
As I throw the husk
Into the burning ambers
When you brought
A cup of steaming tea
To drown the thirst
Of gallons
Of water.
When the thunder squalls
Beat the tarmac
Covering the wheat
With stones,
Mission accomplished.

And I knew
How much you loved me
How much we cared
How much
We belonged together
In that lovely night.

                      ..... @Ramakant Pande

Warmth

Warmth

Your breathing
Into my neck,
Around my ears
With rejuvenating 
Warmth,
Melting the thawed
Ice that had frosted
Into aloofness,
Loneliness,
Of long
Harsh and dry
Winters,
When even birds
forgot to sing
Of the imminent
Predators
Warning their prey.
With everything frozen
Into grey.
And you
Bringing me back 
To life
To affirm
In my place
In existence.

 © Ramakant Pande 2016

And She Will Sing Tomorrow

From toddler to school

To college, to work

Across changing years

Places, people

All

Lost into mist

Yet the Thrush

All along, in her songs

Every morning, making everything

Long gone

So real, so happening

Delivering back

Every exhaled breath

In a condensed joy.

© Ramakant Pande 2016