Let me walk when it rains ...

Let me walk when it rains ...

When I see you I wish the world could have been different
When I hear you talking I feel the world is changing
When I think of you I see I wish I was with you .. but I am not
So let me walk when it rains for I dont want someone see me cry

I want to be hugged by your arms
I want to feel ur face in my hands
I want to see you upclose ... but I can not
So let me walk when it rains for I dont want someone see me cry

I want to know how is it being loved and cared
I want to see what is like being happy and joyful
I want to do things like crazy ... but I will not
So let me walk when it rains for I dont want someone see me cry

I want to see this beautiful world with you around me
I want to hold your hands and walk that unknown territory
I want to say that I love you .. but I may not
So let me walk when it rains for I dont want someone see me cry

-Aditya Rohatgi

Like a tree of Pine

This happens to be my second poem after 'A house existed there', written in very same period:

Like a tree of Pine

Like a tree of Pine,
A wooer of mine,
Is waiting for me,
Along the sideways,
Of my life-path,
Like a tree of Pine,
A wooer of mine.

She is waiting for me,
To come and hold her hands,
She had been waiting,
For me for quite a long time,
And, will be there for a short lag of time,
Like a tree of Pine,
A wooer of mine.

She had been standing all alone,
In the lonely desert of my life,
A desert of success and failures,
A desert of love and emotions,
Like a tree of Pine,
A wooer of mine,
Is waiting for me to come.

-Aditya Rohatgi

A house existed there

This is my first poem I ever wrote when I was in 12th preparing for my board exams:

A house existed there

A house existed there,
In the corner of the village,
Near the flowing lake of water,
A house existed there.

Used for long
By an old man,
For living,
Rather,
Passing his time,
Waiting for death,
To come and grab his life,
Just like a tiger pouncing on an infant deer,
A house existed there.


Here, he used to have his kitchen,
There, he used to sleep,
These are the pieces of the cup,
In which he used to drink
His tea - sugar less - tea less,
These are the rags of his shirt,
He used to wear,
A house existed there.

Now, nature has turned it in ruins,
Now, the tatters haunted there,
A house existed there,
A house existed there,
A house existed there.

-Aditya Rohatgi

And I moved on ...

And I moved on ...

Leaving you behind .. along with
Your thoughts your memoirs behind
It is bit too much to do and ask for
But I want not to return back
For I moved on ...


-Aditya Rohatgi

'Objects in mirror are closer than they appear'

Dried tears beside those eyelids

Dried tears beside those eyelids

They say something - They tell you a story
Can you hear what they say - Can you understand them

They ask you questions - They answer yours
Can you answer the question they ask - Can you keep them quiet

Do you even know they are for you - Do you even care
They were the twinkle in those eyes and now they are dry


-Aditya Rohatgi

Self Service ....

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