Those twenty minutes...

Those twenty minutes I remember,
When we held hand like feather;
In the unusual rain in September,
Cold outside, inside feeling warmer;

Those twenty minutes just now appear,
When I on your shoulders drop my tear;
The hug was tight and silence so clear,
All pain vanished you held so near;

Those twenty minutes of smiling fight,
When we argued not to be ‘us’ tonight;
And we laughed, said bye in moonlight,
I still feel that tender kiss of goodnight;

Those twenty minutes made my life way,
Threading all now from the past as I say;
Breeze blew my hair as memories spray,
The wait of those twenty minutes heyday;

Those twenty minutes, want to live more,
For the golden of my life gone, mine yore;
A selfish desire for your little eye-score,
Breathe “those twenty minutes”, out to life’s door

-Tushar

desire to move out ( this is not apt title but...)

The only face I see at room is mine,
When I reach mirror lost its shine;
Sometimes I feel to break solitude & talk,
Mark step on road with love as I walk;
Not with the loneliness and the only star,
But with warmth near, never to again go far…

-Tushar

The Caring Husband...

She left a life for a mystical different one,
For him, her husband, the very someone;

To support him as family for a house to home to shine,
What he can only think is car, sensex and sparkling wine;

My friends and family is all left behind, I unwind,
I share and say all; he does not utter his mind.

All shopping, household work goes off in complain catch,
“You clean too much”, says he, “I miss my Sunday match”;

I wait all long, for the evening, for him, for us to be,
He comes, a cup of tea and newspaper, is all he see;

She is thinking; want to say so much again,
About the life, choice, all small-big gain;

Smiles she, on buzz of phone, takes in hand,
“I will be late”, answers he,like a “caring husband”.
-Tushar

The loving wife...

He thought he will fill & complete his life,
So he got married with now his wife;

He thought they will walk hand-in-hand,
Now are shopping bags in “in-hand”;

He thought he will dream n sleep in peace,
“I will leave if you ...” left is the only menace;

Room was his abode, his kingdom for years,
Have new cleanliness rules, daily new fears;

“You don’t care, you don’t listen, I have done so much...”,
He is blank cannot get where he has lost so called touch;

He is sitting, telling me all like an old friend,
I said, “Dear there is a long said and followed trend…

Baby! Don’t be a greedy; you can either have a life
Or what is that you have now, a “loving wife “;

We all make out of a given choice,
You did and now you have no voice “;
-Tushar

last hug...

I always wish for that last final hug;
thinking to hold you back never to let go;
you come with your love, warmth and the hug;
Leaving again the pain and the want, when you go;.
-Tushar

life in city

I am trapped inside brick wall,
can't see moon, no stars at all,
I have it, they say, house, account, job, car after all;
but I want a home with mom warmth family love just standing tall;
-Tushar