Ganesh Prasad's Blog

To the slippery desk of  Mr. Princi B.J.B. Junior College   Bhubaneswar  Khurdha  Have a nice afternoon, Mr. Princi. Happy new year belated. In fact, I could have wished you on the 1st day itself, but I forgot. Today somehow I manged to remember  that you still exist in this universe.  So have a nice (year-11days) ahead.  I don't think you have forgotten me,  your well wisher student, in your words a nightmare , so soon. You can ask me again, like you did last time when I was wishing you 'HAPPIE HOLI' repeatedly for 3 days, that " Do we have aquintance?". I would like to say yes and remind you that you had recognised my voice in your high office just after my exams were over.  I give you the liberty, in fact you do not deserve but I am kind enough to give, to call me and blame me in  your hitherto jovially cold voice  for wishing you happie new year.  And if you do not like a good wish from me on this new year, i know you do not like it, please inform me that you

The tawny leaf, shaded with dusts of lust Parts from the crinkly stem, descends with shame. Veiling disgraced sobs, angst and pains unnamed Falls from lofty crest, betraying cold wind gusts Kisses river’s surface- mirage of trust. The river, sinuous, lures leaves from the stem. Poor leaves fall like feeble flies in the flame In swirling undertow, airy homes lost. River’s heart, hidden, lined with vanity Treats him with fake love and false sympathy. Devours his tears, sobs showing forged empathy. Then she flows on feeding her gravity. For ripples may form with touch of dry leaf The river flows on with no woe no grief.

Do come back with the hues of setting sun To walk with me. That dusty avenue And those leaves with shades of an autumn-gone, They wish to live those lost moments anew. Bring those spring breezes with thy sinuos gait And lotus' fragrance swirling in the sky. Before this day would end and sun would set Leave thy footprints on those dusts of thy way. With the chirping of dusky birds, come back Walk on my path with every word I ink With each outburst of emotions, I sack Devour my pains with every verse I think. Do come back with the shades of setting sun And end my verses, that are left undone.