Aapke picche mera kya haal hai puuchhate chalo
nazaron se chalaye teer ke asar dekhte chalo

Our meeting was momentary, but the effects linger on
You and I would be great toghether, just imagine

(First verse translated from Hindi:

Do you know my condition after you left, just ask
To find the effects of your half-drawn eye-darts, just look)

Notes:NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 29 . Prompt today was to use 5 or more foreign words in a poem. What should have been easy, somehow was harder. Especially considering that some of the conversations with multi-linguist folks, happens with a mixture of languages. But i will definitely will have to revisit this after NaPoWriMo challenge is done.

Color Me Orange

Fragrant orange peel, fresh citrusy, sweet and juicy slices
Bugs bunny takes on Yosemite Sam and all other comers,
with carrots on hand.
Yellow rind cantaloupe hides seedy orange flesh.
And pitted apricot which ushers in the summer with its
smooth, orange velvety texture.
The soft, sweet mango pulp is manna from heaven.
And the peaches shades of orange and yellow to sink your teeth into.
Carotene buddies with chlorophyll to turn sunlight into sweetness.

Black striped, orange Nemo searches his father
Or the pink, orange salmon swims upstream to spawn in open acidic water.

Warriors don saffron summoning up courage to meet
enemies external,
monks fight not external but the internal ones.
The Saffron Brigade appropriates and shades it with division and strife.

Orange colors the delicate arches,
life vests and lifeboats.
For Van Gogh the moon and stars are orange on a starry night.
The sun paints the sky vermillion
and vermillion marks foreheads, too.
Orange is vibrant.

Notes: NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 28. Prompt today was to pick a color and write a poem about it. I picked orange. But since is was rushed, I think it took on a straight, reportorial tone.