Makarand Paranjape

(31 August 1960 - / Ahmedabad, Gujarat / India)

Makarand Paranjape Poems

1. The Dance 3/28/2012
2. Proposal 3/28/2012
3. Treadmill 3/28/2012
4. The Seven Year Itch 3/28/2012
5. The Bitter Half 3/28/2012
6. Love Poetry 3/28/2012
7. Wife 3/28/2012
8. In Love (At Thirty) 3/28/2012
9. Some Comic Relief At The End 3/28/2012
10. Ps: Venus Serenus 3/28/2012
11. Prologue 3/28/2012
12. Epilogue (As An Old-Fashioned Homily) 3/28/2012
13. Separation In An Art Film 3/28/2012
14. The Love Poem Unwritten 3/28/2012
15. The Muse's Gift 3/28/2012
16. Food For Thought 3/28/2012
17. The Second Time Is The Best 3/28/2012
18. Routine 3/28/2012
19. Apostrophe To Poverty 3/28/2012
20. Magan Bhai 3/28/2012
21. Portrait Of A Lady 3/28/2012
22. Stone And Flesh 3/28/2012
23. Violet 3/28/2012
24. In Lieu Of The Missing Poem 3/28/2012
25. An Invitation To Old Flames... 3/28/2012
26. What She Taught Him 3/28/2012
27. Her Strategy 3/28/2012
28. Love's Success 3/28/2012
29. Walls 3/28/2012
30. The Night By Moonlight 3/28/2012
31. Dharmaraj 3/28/2012
32. Miss Gobble 3/28/2012
33. Survivors 3/28/2012
34. The Magic Lantern 3/28/2012
35. She And He 3/28/2012
36. Three Pennies Of Wisdom 3/28/2012
37. My Buried Youth 3/28/2012
38. Latasha 3/28/2012
39. Eyes 3/28/2012
40. Random Notes On Relationship 3/28/2012
Best Poem of Makarand Paranjape

College Days

In the grilled window overhead
Before ringing the bell
I see your face.
It is only love, nothing else.

You rush down the stairs
You hold my hand,
Your cheeks flushed with excitement.
It is only love, nothing else.

We sit on the lawn
In cushioned wicker chairs.
The night queen exudes its scent.
It is only love, nothing else.

You smile at me,
I lean over,
The world blurs out of focus again.
It is only love, nothing else.

At the sound of the car
We hastily disengage,
You rearrange your hair.
It is only love, nothing ...

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The Dance

The rain-dance required prior permission from Mother.
IN the tiled courtyard in the middle of the house,
Gleefully shedding our clothes—those encumbrances—
We two brothers would assemble.
Then frisking and romping in the showers
We would yell for our neighbours upstairs
(Sisters of five and seven with rhyming names)
To join us, splashing about a great deal
To make our invitation attractive.

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