Undream

they keep coming back,

a little each time,

the different moods,

the smiles, the frowns,
the sobs,

and the making up,

the loud silence,

and then both tearing up.

it's tough,

it's tough to undream.

i remember still,

a little each time,

the unwilling hum,

the stealthy side glances,

the choking up,

the scribbles on paper,

the wait-i'll-be-back,

the showing up with
the starched white chunni 

with light shades of pink, 

the shy penciled eyebrows

that melted my heart,

and then the smiles,

that slay me, they still do. 

it's tough to undream.

they come as flashes,

a little each time,

the trains that were dreams

the teary goodbyes, 

that became poems

and those that couldn't,

life's been like the trains,

that met, stood by for a while,

but slid down different paths

longing for the tracks

to cross again.

it's tough 

rummaging through memories, 

breaking bits of me,

was it tough there, for you too,

to undream?

© sashikant mohanty

The Moon Was An Angel

the walk back was long,

a numbing vacuum,

maybe it left a hole in my heart,

i couldn't tell, who i missed more,

the tulips,

or, the hands that held them.

the moon was an angel,

tossed up frames
from many moons back,

i couldn't take my eyes off then,

can't say which was more alluring,

the tranquil moon, 

or, the eyes that tossed her to mine?

be it the tulips of the spring,

or the shimmering moon by the dark,

gulmarg was just divine, 

the unspoilt canvas, 
the pristine nature

heady as the best wine,

i can't reason why i crave to be back

was it the chill, and the pine,

the longing for warmth,

or, for my lady luck to shine!

© sashikant mohanty