Friday, August 19, 2016

A TINKLE IN THE HEART..




The amorous tinkle of your anklet
I heard, and the sweet treads in
the corridor sounded, when you came in;
Like the golden rays of the evening sun
Coming filtered through the colored
Panes, of my window.
As a soft overture, when someone touches
The strings of my tense heart,
Like the raindrops settling on the leaves,
Squirting nectar on my life
I was enthralled to hear the soft footsteps.
When you paddled into my chamber
Like the bee, circling around the floret,
Shrouded by minuscule drops
Of the morning snow,
As the footsteps approached me
I found you as another magnificent sun,
Trying to drown in the ocean, of my silent love.
The golden hue of the sun covered you
In silhouette;
The buds of my ecstasy bloomed;
In those moments, I became one in you
And you became one in me.
The earth and the sky stared to find out
The lover, of this gorgeous bride and asked.
“Whoever is the bridegroom of this nymph? ”

The breeze whispered into the ears of the
Flower. ”What will happen to night? ”
And a few stars peeped out from behind the curtain,
In coy meekness, and blinked gleefully.

KUNJUBI

ADIEUS.... SO LONG...





There is no dispensation for love,
To a maiden who is entitled only
For a mound of earth in the end as her grave
For her eternal rest, and no rights allowed
To have even dreams, while alone.

My heart has turned into a book
Already eaten by white ants,
And could become dust any time.
When I say farewell, I have only
One memento left in me.
To give you, when I bid farewell at last;
A mind, dried up of dreams, and,
A soul made destitute.

There are thousands of meaningful meanings
In the words, we have kept unsaid.
I am carrying the stinking rags of dreams
Which we shared unknowingly through withered
Lonely desolate nights and silent moments;
Carrying it like grey and pale dreams
What is left undone is the slaughter of those
Dreams and I have to undertake that
And lay a wreath on it.
And we both part our ways in two directions
Without saying any more words!
Adieu...



KUNJUBI

Friday, August 12, 2016

MONSOON RAINS...






Heavy rains… It’s raining helter- skelter!
Unable to see beyond the courtyard;
Hardly hear anything other than the clatter..
Like pelting, on a tin roof.
This is the monsoon of torrential rain of pain;
Of sodden wicks in the lamp of hopes,
With traumatized desires: desires fondled
In the soul for long, through life’s tempestuous
Paths, rugged, and hazardous.
Heavy rains of tears of desolation,
From the long summer of desertion,
Evaporated and condensed, now falling down
As heavy rain, seeking me..
A long lost lover!

Soft fingers of reminiscence are clasping,
And flouncing, all over my body.
In the haste, the fingers become unsteady
And detach with a spasm of anguish in the mind.
I sense someone, whispering into my ears,
Confiding adorable words of affection,
Discreetly stimulating the heart.
A familiar emotion other than grief!


In the vales of the darkened gloom
Of despondency, shadows creep around.
On the doorsteps of reflections
Some foot treads are overheard.
Outside the window a dream flashed
With a lightning, out of the blue…
This rain will die down, and the morning dew
Will sparkle, on the grass blades again.



 ~ KUNJUBI

Tuesday, August 9, 2016

EVOLUTION OF THE MAGICAL TOUCH......



                               


She touched him like a whisper....
Their eyes met like a touch; softest of its kind,
Like a feather; as a spark of electricity.
Love is not love till the moment, it is given,
The inception of that eternal emotion
Could stem from a mere look only.
That look develops and spread into
Innumerable spheres of love and affection.
Mutually attracted, is the first stage.
Body language rapidly shows changes, in
Body temperature, heart beats, respiration;
Parched throat, and sweating hands.
Who is in control of these reactions?

Emotional attachments have two dimensions:
Attraction based on body, image, beauty,
Complexion, intelligence, and tastes;
Then albeit all these, based on beliefs, interests,
And occupation; still the depth increases
On basis of confidence on the beloved,
Sharing of thoughts, happiness and woes,
Dreams, aspirations, and too personal secrets.

Nevertheless man or woman, they speak
About everything hidden and unhidden
Without reservation; without hesitation.
You will adore the relationship always
And adhere to each other.
It opens the vistas of beauty, interest,
And pellucid relations.
If such a degree of adherence, cannot be reached
It becomes stale and ephemeral.
It turns to a mechanical exercise.
The substance of relationship becomes romance,
Without which the love life, cannot blossom.
In it, you recognize the truth of love.
It helps to make a better lover and partner.


Romance flow out of the heart and
Preserve the loyalty and fidelity
Towards your partner in love.
The ardent desire, the zeal, the obsession,
In suppressible passion,
You are prepared to do whatever you can
For the one whom you love.
As your mind and body surrenders
And you gift your whole being for the other,
The populace accepts it as LOVE...


Wednesday, March 23, 2016

WHEN THE BELL TOLLS




                         WHEN THE BELL TOLLS
                                         








  
When the bell  tolls for my death
And the messenger of death is awaiting
Outside my room for an entry,
Do sit beside me, my beloved, for a little while
In the last moments of my life.

I could fondle you and sooth my fingers
That were  handling the embers of life.
The last breath I draw into my lungs
Could then carry the molecules
Of your fragrance into my .grave 
And my eyes that will never see anymore
Could drown in your fond continence
My beloved, and store it in my eye lids.
And to to seal the ear with the enchanting
Peel of your voice eternally.
And to reminisce those evergreen
Moments we had together inside
The brain stacked with memories
And events that can never faint out.
To close the lips that were once bruised 
By your kisses, now with the chanting
Of your sweet name  on it.
My love, to chill my feet with the memory
Of the paths  that brought me to you.
These will be sufficient to come out from 
The earth that covers my grave as
A tender grass shoot, to sprout resurrected..... 


Friday, January 22, 2016

MEMORIES OF DECEMBER





Some day in a month of December

Like a tear drop in the sodden mind,

You walked into my life just like that,

As a translucent memory

With a handful of the whitest blossoms

Permeating a bewitching fragrance....


You leaned over me with your shadow

Clinging to shoulders with your charms

Then with the  dreams in your eyes

Listened to all my ramblings  erupting out

Of me as fantasies of your imaginations. 

We can now share the spasms  in the heart

Of a  disintegrating fly scorched by fire.


Your smiles showered as rains in the sea of 

My  fizzing emotions and then I turned  into 

Be the music enveloping  your  cantillations.

I will in another moment, dawn like the morning sun

In the blossoming  horizon  of your spirit.
  

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

LOVE AND LOVERS

                             




                               LOVE AND LOVERS


What the winter has done to the blossoms of the fields
I have done to you.
What the Autumn has done to the blooming gardens
You have done to me.
I caressed you the way
The lands sought the streams
You embraced me
As the ripples have embraced the the banks.
My endeared, the love we have
Are we lovers or corals?

May be the Lotus have opened
Their eyes before I have seen you.
May be the moon has arisen before,
I started talking to you.
I never knew anything,
Till you have fulfilled in me.
My thoughts are the Lotus pond
And  my dreams are the milky way of the moon.
What kind of love is this my beloved?
Me the honied moon and you the Lotus pond?

May be the flowers started blooming
Before I knew you.
May be the doves  have been flying in the sky
Before you diffused in me.
I knew nothing till I first met you.
When did the  flowers bloom in me,
And the doves commenced  crooning in me?
What is this love, my precious
Are we the blossoms or the white doves?

I have seen in my dreams those lovely dales,
Those dreamy vineyards
Those chavok trees on the hills,
The tiny springs which forms the  stream
The roses that clad the slumbering hills
as blankets
The soul of the pink sun kissing the lovely mounts...
What kind of love is this, my beloved?
Are you the mounts and me the kissing sun?

Whatever I have sung all this time
Was about you and around you.
Whatever I was seeking
Were the paths you strided on.
Till this moment  there was no moonlight for the day.
From now onwards each evening will be
Resplendent with the love of the sun
And the moon merging together.
What kind of love we have beloved?
Are we now a pair of swans
swimming in the pond of love?

We are the birds chirping
In the nest of a tree somewhere.
We are the  blue blossoms on the hillside
Let the tree, its branches
And the nest  remain perpetually
Let us not shrivel away the blue flowers.
What is this love, my beloved;
Are we the blossoms and the birds?

No forests, no deserts
In the land I wake you up, there is no roof;
The floor is not paved
Where I am making you sleep,
I am there, with enough of my retrospections
There is rain underneath the sky you are
With the flowery rainbow,and the stars to keep company.
What is this love my beloved?
Are we the stars that fell in the earth?

I have seen the depth of the sea
And its bluish tinge in your look.
I heard in your words the ocean
Of love and tenderness.
I sang in an unknown language
In a tune we have never heard.
I drew unseen pictures
In colours that bears no name.
What is this love my beloved?
Are we those pictures we painted?

My love for you is the yearnings
for me to live more
And your loving me is the inner truth of  my life
While I wait for your coming,
My shadow will always accompany me too.
May be our shadows were also lovers as we are
What is this my beloved?
Are we dragonflies of love?.

Did those hilly ranges hear our talk about love?
Did anyone in this garden see our sharing of love?
Let the hilly ranges of this area be deaf without ears.
And those earthen lamps blind and without eyes.
What is this, my beloved
Are we those bowers which never tasted the summer?...

You have taught me to remember only you
You taught me drawing near to you and love you much.
Are not you  the distance separating the strand and the horizon
Are not you the depth of the sea in a conch of the ocean.
What is this my darling,
The oyster in me has rendered a white pearl?

The flowers and  butter turned like petals
In us and blossomed as love.
Like the nectar dripping from petals
It sweetened our relation of love.
The love in us has till now dispersed its fragrance
We are the floret and should never wither
What is this my beloved,
Are we eternal lovers in this earth?

Based on PRANAYAM   [LOVE]~ by ONV

Thursday, April 23, 2015

MY SILENCE.






    MY SILENCE...


Would your two luminous eyes ever fill wIth tear drops?

And your silent gasps will become decisive life source?

And those clouded memories that fell into the darkness

Become the vital source of your being alive?

My silence.... my silence....


I have become the bright full moon of your sleeping nights,

Giving my spirit, pledging it for you, I stood as a sentry.
   
Did you wake up when I caressed you in the morning light?

You have risen into my mind as a golden feather in my dreams.


Would my mind ever become sluggish?

And remain in the path of life without any swing.

Have the teardrops now kissed your cheeks?


My soul is yearning for you at this moment.....