Foot prints on the sand.....

Sitting on the window sill, I strained my ears
To hearken the voice of your treads.
I searched for your foot prints,
On the courtyard of my house, in the sand
The tinkle of your bangles rustling
Against your attire, was heard
Somewhere, through the air.
In my yearning to hear the soft music
Of your love, I heard the vailing of
A nightingale, singing to its mate.
I saw a shadow in the twilight
On the footpath, leading to my house.
Was that an apparition?

A thousand tidings, I wanted to tell you;
Soothing your love stricken heart;
Wiping, the crystal drops of tears in your eyes.
To enliven your insipid passions,
To take you away into the land of the rainbows,
Among, the wandering clouds, where the moon
Traverse leisurely among the stars.
There we will find our tenement
And live for ever and ever in our love.

At last……..

The play has ended…
The curtains are drawn…
Spectators have left…
You and me were alone in the stage…
The players, who were with us, also
Have left, leaving us
On the empty stage.

You asked me. “Now then?”
We were standing miles apart.
We were the hero and heroine of the play.
Even this distance was so nearby.
You are me, my ego! I am living in you.
No one can separate us in this birth.
The intimacy between the minds
Will always subdue the marital bonds.

Somewhere in the sky above
The clouds weaved a robe
And covered the nature from its nudity
The moon coveted you and
The stars beckoned you.
Why do you stand aloof from me?
Yet you are at my side.
I have found a place of rest
In the solitary cage, in the lap
Of your pure soul, amidst
The permeating scent of your love.

What a coincidence? ..... These numbers!

Do numbers play an important role in the lives of humans?
How do they influence the fate of human beings?
What role they play in the life of certain persons?
These are food for thoughts, casting a shadow of doubt in
our faith in any religion,
and a desire to know something about such supernatural
intervention, in the realm of human life.
Just ponder over these facts…..

Abraham Lincoln was the President of the United States.
He was elected to Congress in the year 1846.

John F. Kennedy also was the President of U.S.A.
He was elected to the Congress in the year 1946.
Lincoln was elected President in 1860.
Kennedy was elected as President in 1960.
Both of them were involved in Civil Rights.
Both of them lost a child each, while staying in the White House.
Both of them were assassinated on Fridays.
Both of them were shot in the head.

More coincidences!

Lincoln’s Secretary was one Kennedy.
Kennedy’s Secretary was one Lincoln.

Both were assassinated by Southerners.
Both were succeeded by Southerners named Johnson.
Andrew Johnson who succeeded Abraham Lincoln was born in 1808.
Lyndon Johnson succeeded John F. Kennedy, was born in 1908.

John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln, was born in 1839.
Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated John F. Kennedy, was born 1939.
Both assassins were known by their three names, each consisting 15 letters.

More……

Lincoln was shot, while he was in a theatre, named “FORD”.
Kennedy was shot in a “FORD LINCOLN” car.
Both assassins were killed before their trials.

This is more weird!…

A week before Lincoln was killed; he was spending his time in a place called “Munroe”, Maryland.
A week before Kennedy was killed; he was spending his time with Marilyn Munroe.
After Lincoln was shot, the assassin ran from the theatre to a warehouse.
Kennedy was shot at from a warehouse and the assassin ran to a theatre………….

Still not convinced about the influence of numbers?
Read down to this recent incident:

BENAZIR BHUTTO!!!

Born in 1953= 1+9+5+3=18=1+8=9
Returned from exile 27.9.2007= 27= 2+7=9; ,9, 2007=2+7=9Awarded Prize for Freedom in 1989= 1+9+8+9+=27=2+7=9Killed 27 Dec,2007=27= 7+2= 9: 2007=2+7=9
What has this number 9 got to do with her life?
Unfathomed, unchartered, unexplained and unsolved mysteries of numbers!

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Belonging….

The dream that swooned on a bed
Of flowers, startled;
The breeze caressing my soul
Came riding in a boat of sandalwood
Gathering the scent of Jasmine from your body.
When I lie down to sleep and then to dream,
You always come to me as a sweet lullaby.

But what is the meaning of owning anything?
What is the meaning of relationship?
Do I own you? Relationships and dreams
Are vain, empty words - mirages!

In its attempt to embrace the shore
The waves are discarded. Is it wise to
Say that the wind belongs to both?
Do the firmaments own the clouds?
Writhing out and wandering away
From the clasp of the sky above it?
Do the bees arriving to snatch
The nectar, own the marvelous bloom?
Do the winds own the woods?
Do I belong to you?

Do the lips own the honey, of smiles appearing there
And withering away in moments?
Do the eyes own the tear drops oozing out
Of the grief stricken heart?
Do the moored boats own the water?
Do you own me?

Do you own the breath you inhale?
Do you own the earth receiving you in the last?
Do you ever imagine that your heart
Which loves me, belongs to you?

Belonging is a senseless word!
Who belongs to whom?
What belongs to anyone?

Tacit Love

You stood before me like a rosebud
With a single petal unfolded.
The desires crooning in the mind,
The unsaid words compressed in the thoughts,
All rushed into the mind impatiently
And settled in my fingers to pen it.

The flowers of my sighs paved your path,
And you came as a breeze over
The cascade of my love.
You came in the chariot of the rain,
Stood as a cloud above me to pour down.

I never picked up a rose and offered it to you
At any time, yet, how come you knew?
My roses are blooming for you and
Permeating its fragrance, for you alone.
How is that? Tell me, tell me tell me.

I never spoke a word to you, on the
Sweetness of your love filling my heart.
I never blotted and dried up, the wetness
In your eyes, in your solitude.
Yet, you knew my desires grazing on your soul,
Were to know your thoughts.
,.
You never hummed a song, even for a moment
That came into your mind,.
In the wee hours of the night,
When the stars perplexed and the nature
Shrouded in the morning mist,
I did not embrace your tender body
Yet, you understood my thoughts were
Hovering above you, and caressing you.

Only one thing…..

I will preserve only one blossom
In my garland, to adorn you,
When you get closer to me,
At last, and enter into my life.

I will preserve only one song
In my heart, to drone into your
Ear, when you approach at last,
Nearer into my life.
I will keep only one chamber
In my garden, unopened, and very
Discreetly, among the flora.
I will draw up in there,
A couch, covered with
Flamboyant scented flowers,
For you to sleep dreaming,
When you reach me , at last .

The fragrance of the flowers had
Vanished, and all others have
Departed now; My Beloved,
When are you coming, then?
My mind is obscured with
Rain clouds; and you have not
Arrived yet; when again
You are coming, tell me…