Ode To Anand
Sunsets aglow with
Colourful gas balloons,
Or cleaning utensils
At early sunrise
With a lilting song
To greet the day –
Gaining maturity
Ever so slowly
For a romantic interlude
In noonday hues.
Then waiting for the
Evening far, far away,
Yet intoxicating with
Doe-eyed delights,
Till the moon comes
Up over the horizon,
Like a bride fully
Decked to enchant
Nascent senses while
Life slips into the Jaam.
Night hurries along
After the lamps
Have all died out
And it’s time to
Take the Beloved
In wide-open arms.
Such are the nuances
That come to mind when
One thinks of you, Kaka;
Perhaps still peeping
From the Great Beyond
To see the world go by!
