The Fourteenth Feb Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Silence seems to speak like receding tide,
The eyes reveal when what words often hide;
When flowery feelings spring from nowhere—
From rational to emotional air;
When reason happens to be next to none,
Not that these seasonal birds e’er need one;
When love in air explains strange chemistry,
A factor which is of proximity,
When mere glances take off as if first flight
And as soon land gaining no height;
Time spent in hours when seem like few moments,
And a moment’s separation torments;
When your beau’s name seems quite your own,
Your own becoming as if long ere known;
When her presence makes world go round,
His smile one reason that seems sound;
When gifts get given, taken, girls or guys,
When a silly gift from mundane does rise;
When concerns scarce them closer cling
While happy times a new chime sing;
When his grave faults trivial tend to seem,
Feminine frailties fetching to him;
When false egos scarce come in their way,
Juvenile gestures make the day;
When whatso happens, happens as if by magic,
And happy happenings devoid be of logic,
Cupid does come to call to high and lay,
Villain being winter’s Valentine’s Day.

With lasting love nowhere in air,
A new virus’ spread everywhere—
Of common cold, cooked up in lab,
And rampant found on Fourteenth Feb!

But old men, a tad critical of youth,
Oft far adrift are from the truth;
I too am old though not in heart,
Might still be viewing truth from far apart.
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-Happenings | 01.02.06 |