By Pramod Rastogi
Longing
As flowers are to a plant,
So is longing to my life.
While a flower offers fragrance,
Melancholic is the poetry I offer.
While a bouquet offers exuberance,
My poetry has only tears to offer.
The spring brings a ray of hope
And the buds spring out in plants.
The spring pricks me like thorns,
So scarred at present is my heart
By the burden of longings
That nest in its core.
Flowers sway in the breeze,
Singing joyous songs of bliss,
With each petal joining the choir.
My longings play the violin
And its eloquence stirs in me
The quivering lips of my love.
The clouds have covered the sky.
The sunflowers long for the sun
With their joy mellowed down a shade.
Dense clouds of loneliness have
Long since wandered over my life
As I long to kiss those lucid eyes.
I have seen flowers wither,
Longing for rain to fall,
But who knows how much I long
For the time to rewind to my youth,
To see me surrender to her embrace
As I pin a flower on her braids?
Pramod Rastogi is an Emeritus Professor at the Swiss Federal Institute of Technology (EPFL) in Lausanne, Switzerland. He is a Member of the Swiss Academy of Engineering Sciences. He is the 2014 recipient of the SPIE Dennis Gabor Award. He is currently a guest Professor at the IIT Gandhinagar, India.
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