The Moon, Star and some Thoughless Cloud

Today the moon must have looked
More beautiful than ever before.
So much of brightness,
That the star never saw it before in her.
And the star thought that the Moon will
Wrap herself today with the white milky dress
He always liked.
The star will stay aside today and will measure
The depth of her love
Today he is searching for a caliper
To weigh the depth of her love.
As he can see few clouds, close to her today-
Some moist cloud, few yellow cloud.
Few thoughtless clouds and few budding cloud
Seems like those yellow clouds will
Envelop his Moon with all his madness.
The star has lost his brightness today
Eyes closed and he can see only few
Dark clouds
And waits for the curtain to go down of
200 Rainy Days

The Raindrops Have Gone Mad Today

The rain drops today look like opium in their head
They all have gone mad,
They don’t sit on rose petals today.
They don’t make bubbles and
Look so restless more.

I want to get close to you today,
So that I can smell the beetle-nut in your mouth.
I wish I had few more fingers
To roll thorough your hair.
The emptiness that touches every cell of the breeze.

Today raindrops are so impatient,
Looks like they want to embrace the clouds again.
Kiss the cloud myriad and feel the warmth.

Father, I don’t want to come far away from you again.

Pocket full of Lines

Once again, there lies a thin blanket
Of dust on the leaves.
Since couple of days my pocket seems so heavy.
Tonight I am planning of an operation on my pocket.
The pocket is still heavy.
There must be few centimeters of rain in it,
Not like Cherapunji though.
But just few drops of that rain
Which can drench me completely.
There must be some green leaves too
Which looks greener coz of fresh love.
Do you remember the last rain...i bought those clouds
For you in my pocket.
Do you still have the mark? My touch?

Last night I did an operation of my pocket.
The whole pocket was filled with lines and lines.
Not exactly a poem
But I call it a 'pocket full of lines'.