Col. K. Bhattacharya is a retired Colonel. He was the HOD, Elecronics& Communications Engineering, GRKIST, Jabalpur. He was the top blogger on the Rediff Land thrice.
27. Teacher...
I am the dubious owner
Of the fading memories of her
A girl from eons ago
As she waited
In the portals of the music school
A violin in a box
Black shoes and socks
A white blouse and red skirt
Red ribbons in a tight bun
Looking for some one
And a bit scared
Through the haze of thirty years
These appear to me,
Her teacher
I was a little in her awe
At the beauty I saw
Once she learned her score
She was eager for more
I could see
Gradually
It was calf love
A crush for the teacher
Dutifully
When lesson were over
Wounded heart apart,
I let her go!
28. Dry Summer!
Can we ever talk, without the tears?
Can we ever live without the fears?
It has been a summer
Of leaves that burnt in the sun
The forest fires
The clouds that never were…
The smoke and the dust-
And the hot winds
Swept our foot prints
Left on the sands
Walking through the deserts…
We let mistrust
Rule the wilderness in our hearts!
It has been a summer of bitterness,
When we promised and went away,
Never did we say,
That one day we would return
Like the yesteryears!
So I see your dry tears
The summer is not past yet,
And the monsoon is far away!
This is the summer,
Of the tears that dry
On the lids of the eye,
And the sand just stays inside!
