It Couldve Been Verse!

Chittaranjan Desai

And The Chadar Runs

An Ode to Our Dying Rivers

And The Chadar Runs

Crumpled white sheet of snow, by her thigh, The sleeping Beaut stirs by my side,

And The Chadar Runs

Peaceful dreams flicker her eye lashes, Stretches, yawns & her wave splashes,

And The Chadar Runs

She squints at the sun, tosses & turns And the Chadar runs.

And The Chadar Runs

Peeps, smiles & sleeps one more dream, I watch her bosom swell, with each breath she takes,

And The Chadar Runs

Chadar Gorgeous I whisper & touch, She quivers

And The Chadar Runs

Winter hibernate her no more, Icy nights, a thing of yore, And the Chadar runs.

And The Chadar Runs

Wide awake, she dazzles me with her eyes green, hums a love song from the mountains she had been,

And The Chadar Runs

Throatily she laughs, As I goose-bump on her embrace, Snuggles close to my chest, last time she does,

And The Chadar Runs

Leaves her fresh breath on my neck, She kisses adieu And the Chadar runs.

And The Chadar Runs

I watch the pristine Chadar undulate away, Through the valley, with a womans sway,

And The Chadar Runs

In the know of her fate, I sigh in vain, Beauty to be soon sullied by sewage drain,

And The Chadar Runs

Polluted, tainted, dishonored by us, Ask I why, Ravaged, Oh muffled, The Chadar will cry.

And The Chadar Runs

And yet the Chadar runs. And yet the Chadar runs. And yet the Chadar runs

Walk on Water

Chittaranjan Desai

Nights on Chadar

Nights on Chadar

Frigid First Night

Frigid First Night

Porters Suite

Porters Suite

First Crush

First Crush

To Be With Me

To Be With Me