Author: Amar Agarwala

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It’s late afternoon… discernibly hot, lazy and a trifle breezy. Can hear the cacophony of honking vehicles minus the urgency of a normal weekday traffic, could be the unscheduled holiday declared right in the middle of the week… being the birth anniversary of the great legend. Feel a trifle dull, besides its sultry outside and I can see pedestrians, meandering listlessly, perhaps winding homewards.  Some stand huddled around the small ramshackle tea-kiosk just across, a hot cuppa on a hot day perhaps brings fortified relief.  The clock shows its well past four…dusk is more than an hour away, can spy a few birds gliding aimlessly across the rusty-blue skies, a few lines emerge across the realms of my mind:


Waiting for Dusk..


As dusk drawn neigh,
I heave a sigh,
A day in my life is done,


When the skies turn dark,
The stars will mark,
My prayer’s the God’s did shun,


Darkness whispers night long,
To shadows in a muted throng,
Dreams which were lost and won.


Dawn will colour another day,
Much ado to make hay, 
And life will watch the fun.


I urge myself to leave office.. perhaps the quietude of home beckons. The noisy street below and the drone of construction work on the adjoining plot suddenly seems unbearable. Shall come back tomorrow, I solace myself, to wage another battle with life. Even though I can boast of no victories today, for it was a grim day of survival – gritty perhaps but then I live to fight another day.  At the end what really counts, for me, for anyone is – Survival.  And that the God’s have kindly bestowed.


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Dancing

Looking at the rains today.. I remembered a summer long ago.  It would rain almost every day, just at dusk, like it is raining now.  They were painful times.. and my heart would feel heavy.  Yet, the pain would inevitably bring old memories, which would caress the soul with its balm of loneliness and a strange comfort that I would never be alone again.  Pain can be a strange companion.. haunting but loyal, perhaps it never leaves us completely. how to appraise a domain name .  It is strange when we embrace its cold nothingness.. for often its our’s forever, teaching us golden lessons which are priceless.


Summer Rains..


It would rain that summer when dusk fell,
Pensive I would watch tiny rivulets swell,
Flowing rainwater… carrying little dry twigs, 
And the trees wearing drenched green wigs.


The wild wind whispering songs of past,
Spraying droplets the clouds would cast,
Thunder sounding like the drums of heaven,
Darkness shrouding the stars like craven.


Sounds on earth as the rains did pour,
Reminiscing thoughts long lost in yore,
Craving for souls long gone from my life,
Just grovelling around in pain and strife.


Only thoughts remain of that sultry summer,
When thunder sounded like a crazed drummer,
The lightning had revealed demons of dark,
Deep scars within which left it’s mark.