Romancing with the inevitable .

Romancing with the inevitable :
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When it's last hug of life :
Would you let me thus ensure ?
Wanna know how it feels ;
When I turn cold for sure.
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Wanna watch how the breath;
In it's last lap start.
Wanna feel how it sounds;
That last beat of heart.
                 #     RAJESH PANDEY

Peace comes with a cost

Peace alienates you from the rest.
When you are at your balmy best.
Beyond the reach of measured acoustics;
Beyond the hold of harrowing sound.
I feel some scream of uneasiness ;
In the burial beneath my wounded chest.
At some deep level of my psyche;
Somewhere  between life and death.
I breathe my share of pricking silence.
With an art of stoic, full in jest.
Furrowed furies on my forehead:
Are deadlier than the depths of the Pacific
My stooping shoulders of sorrow:
Do carry a load , heavier than the Everest.
                          #     Rajesh Pandey

A Plea on 12.12.12

Spare my nerves !!
Don't !! Please Don't !!
Inject venom into them :
Seething hatred ;
Was never my cup of tea !!

Spare my breath !!
Don't !! Please don't !!
Pump tenderness out of them :
I will be choked ;
In the vacuum of emotion.

Spare my Eyes !!
Let them blink :
With forgiveness.
Don't !! Please Don't !!
Tincture them ;
With hue of prejudice !!

Spare my Feelings !!
Let my Love for one
Not be sharpened like an arrow:
Against others.
Don't !! Please Don't !!
Force my shoulders
To lift my own coffin.

O world !!
O, my friends !!
Let us not,
Despise each other !!
Let's fly together !!
Sky is blue enough
To please us all.

# RAJESH PANDEY

i love being caught this way !!

·       I Love Being Caught This Way   .

Many a time,

I tried to swallow

Some insult of time, some pain, some tears.

Alone, alone, just, just alone

So that not to disturb my dear.

But every time

You came to know

By your own sweet little efforts:

Out of concern and love for me.

And then, I bowed in front of you;

My head downwards, for the mild scoldings.

Those were nothing

But showers of love

And I love being caught this way.

Can a heart conceal

Aught from the beats ?

Can a body ever keep,

It’s soul in dark ?

So, vain, foolish efforts of mine

To cry alone

Was never a success.

I was caught and got, every time,

Lectures from you,

From your sweet, sweet tongue.

How lovingly I wish, thus

Always to be caught

As I love being caught this way :

To bow my head in front of you

For your sweet, sweet scoldings .
           # Rajesh Pandey

I WANT TO BE A POET

Let my patriotism:
Burn the blood of the soldiers
In the frozen borders
And  make the guns roar
On the enemies
With redoubled force,
Let my lines be stuffed
With such gun powder and fire.

Let me be cheery
With my little gains
So much ; so that
The gloomy babe
Should be washed with hope
In the shower of the lines
From my heart.

Let me rhyme my passions
In the moods romantic
So, my Love should feel
While reciting , line by line
As if, I am unbuttoning her
One by one.
Let my words
Tingle her nerves
With sweet sensation.

Let me cry
From within my chosen few
Whenever nailed
By the thorns of life
In my dejection.
Let them be too week
To hold this book.

I want ;
This magic in my poetry,
This touch of witchcraft
I want to be a poet,
But only this way.
         # Rajesh Pandey

What for?

We lack nothing in this material strife.
All we miss- is but a touch of life.
For which we are dying day by day.

Relations caked with calculated gains;
Feelings tinctured with pragmatic pains.

Emotions bandaged with worldly comforts.
We lead a life of caged birds.

However hard we are forced to connive;
But we miss that touch of life;
For which we are dying day by day !!!!
             # Rajesh Pandey

On The Moon

              ON THE MOON

     Though blemished though art, but not for me.

Who can see the beauty behind the dark.

Thy hidden haunts of innocence which lie;

Unravished by the rude rays of the Sun.

 So calm , so serene , ye the lap of peace.

If nothing in thee is stirred by life.

Nothing in thee is silenced by death.

If no roars of laughter heard,

No screams of pain.

A study – beyond these limits ;

A treasure – rich in silence.

No crawling creatures,

No growing plants.

No flights of birds,

No devilish haunts.

A death – without a force.

A life – without a breath.

But  I felt a pulse, when my eyes.

Kissed thy milky forms.
# Rajesh Pandey