Thursday, March 31, 2016

Tuesday, March 29, 2016


Thursday, March 10, 2016

My love,
A blanket for the winter,
Was all we needed
to  keep us tender and snug.

Thread by thread,
Smeared with love
for Us,
I’d begun to weave.

I am so shaken
when you uttered,
One for Me
Another for You.

I am wounded,
As I realized
What you meant!

Image courtesy: Pixabay

© 2016 Ajay Pai (Reserved)

Wednesday, March 9, 2016

The more I try to free myself,
I am entangled further,
The word “Free” the cause, 
they enunciate.

Ah,  material world
Nothing is “Free” here
‘Free’, is a gimmick.

© 2016 Ajay Pai (Reserved)
Image courtesy :Pixabay

Monday, March 7, 2016

It was a similar night,  
When crescent moon
kindled the skies,
a  tiny Lil star twinkled,
Ishaan was born.

I bore him in my heart,
The heart which lactates.

Ah,  You mortal
Measure it not!

PS: True, a father doesn't have a womb. But dare you, do not measure his love for his infant. 

Male harassment: It is neither a torment nor harassment when a male parent (father) is deprived of meeting his son for personal gain of the in-laws. Male harassment does not exist in India. (How i wish.) I missed adding this statement. "Yes, it does not tantamount to cruelty on the male parent."   :P

© 2016 Ajay Pai (Reserved)
Image courtesy : AJ's archives.

Saturday, March 5, 2016

The Sun and the Moon,
am sure
are a warring couple.

Neither have their eyes hooked,
Nor have they shared
an erotic  night.

© 2016 Ajay Pai (Reserved)
Image courtesy :  Pexels

What do I write?

It's all visible
in black and white.

But, for my feelings
which never had takers.

For, they were transparent.

© 2016 Ajay Pai (Reserved)
Image courtesy : AJ's archives.

Thursday, March 3, 2016

Depressing thoughts
haunts all,
as one rises from slumber.
You and I included.

Didn’t you notice, 
the sun?

Gloomy and pale 
at the dawn.

© 2016 Ajay Pai (Reserved)
Image courtesy: AJ's archives.

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

 Scared are you, Ishaan?
Of the dark-hued night.
Hold me tight,
see the
stars wink at you.

Oh my Sugar,
Enjoy the moon
rolling around you
like a ball,
appealing to you for
hide and seek together.

Just the way we did 
the hoopla,
once upon a time.

Do those days
 come running to you, ever?

 © 2016 Ajay Pai (Reserved)
Image courtesy: AJ's archives.