Vainglory!

Movement…Progress…Motion!
They are the dictums of evolution
For human life! A maxim.
The sages who wrote scriptures and epics,
Envisaged life, as vanity, and illusion.
Man who created this era says life is truth.
What we see and comprehend is truth and reality...
Dreams have a path, of its own
Truth has its different path.
And Time blindfolds both and flow in its own way.
Where do they confluence?
Any place they commence flowing together as one?
May be in heaven, where everything is real!
Is life a myth or reality?
A reality existing for a short moment,
On the scale, of the boundless time.

Once it is over what is left out?
Wealth?
Memory?
Prestige?
Reputation?
Glory?

None of these has eternal values!
Hence sages of old times recited about
The emptiness, unintelligibility,
Futility and hollowness of life
In their writings, for the posterity.
Yet, man is still running after vainglory!

Honeymooning!

“Why are you teasing me before
I finish narrating to you, my maidens?”

“When it was dusk, didn’t you takeover
The splendour of the sky into your countenance,
Thinking of a sensual, sleepless night?”

“Didn’t the bangles, dingle like bells peeling,
At midnight, when you blew off the small lamp,
In the flower bedecked chamber, before sleeping?”

“Didn’t a rainbow glisten on your timid cheeks,
When the door of the bedchamber was closed?”

“Didn’t you reprimand and censure the rooster,
When it crowed early in the morning?”

“Come on my friends, this time is precious.
We can not afford to waste it, with our empty words.
This is a delightful time, fragrant with sweet passions,
Of an ever remembered, night of honeymoon.
The spring has arrived, can’t you just hear
The impassioned moments, calling you?”

“I know, if I keep tight lipped, you will make me,
Tell you everything that happened, with me;
And once I tell you, you will start taunting me!
Impossible to spend my hours with you like this,
I am baffled and fed up, my dearest friends.”…

Yester night…

In the middle of a sullen night
The memory of yester night
Vanquished, the avid soul.
And the singing heart is asking me
The scenario and the screen play!
You came as a shimmering glimmer
Of a resplendent cloud, in my dream...
Some reveries, to pour nectar into my spirit.
When you roam, in my reveries, heaven arise
And stoop down to earth, with presents
Of bouquets of blossoms, brought from
A vanished spring, seasons behind.
Like the virtue of my sacred deeds in life;
Intimate moments, churns out ripples in the thoughts,
Chalice of the heart brims with sweetness.
Cloying spring was visible in the dreamy eyelids,
Where, swooned fantasies dangled, quivering.

Those days when love sprouted in our hearts
We forgot ourselves in the frenzy,
We could not contain inside us,
The unreconciled, youngish vigour.
There was only one horizon for us; our desires!
If once you smile, it becomes showers of kisses
In my reminiscence, and in my dreams.
And we share together one passion,
One desire, one aspiration,
And only one ambition…

Time

Life is a flaming ocean, and desires are
Floating in there, at times delving into
Depths and again, surfacing with the froths.

Grief is a point in life.
Happiness another one
Life swings as a pendulum between
Theses two points, in despair and joy
That is Life…A pendulum.

Inception, in cries and tears
Then grows and develops, a big smile
Enveloped in happiness and mirth;
Beguiled by the crafty world;
Returns to tears and grief, at last.
This is the throbbing music of the clock,
The song of the life forces of the universe,
Measuring time and the hands mortify.
Yet time will flow on…

It unfurls ingenuity in the soul.
Radiates, a thousand magnificent hues, in mind.
Passions transform to bright stars in the hearts,
Turns later, to become ‘Black Holes’ in the Milky Way
The dawn greets you, with smiles
The dusk flushes you with splendor
Yet earth will still rotate, on its axis…

Eternal…

Your memory still haunts, and smiles in my mind,
As a garland, of rainbow on the neck of
Sodden clouds, impatient to shed its attire.

You the me, and me the you
We were born in places far apart.
Like the driftwood close in, on the shores,
We floated in the ocean, of populace.
And one day drifted close, as strangers…

Autumn:
Formal nodding, perfunctory greetings,
Shallow smiles, casual accosting;
Sharing a joke, mutual treats
Like a thirsty fish, in the ocean…

Season changes;
Summer.
A little walk, a little talk,
A magnificent obsession.
A willing miss, a stolen kiss.
Exchange of gifts, words of appreciation;
A phone call, just before going to sleep.
Bid good night and sweet dreams...

Spring. With all its blessings.

Close encounters of the third kind.
We understood, we are made for each other.
We dream together, we imagine alike.
Our desires are similar, like our aspirations.
We resolve to become one.
We dissolve and become one.
Our target attained;here,
Our search for each other ended.

What is this miracle, of destiny?
Souls wandering through eternity;
Seeking always, for its lost mate.
Once found they unite in life
In passion, and love and bliss.
And boundless immortality...

A Porter’s Rest…

A Porter's Rest...

You will find a porter’s rest, still in remote villages;
Reminding you, of the Stonehenge of Britain.
A thing of the past on which you put down the load
On your head, take rest, reload and proceed.
Among humans also, you will find porter’s rest.
You download your grief for a while
Take relief, console, and carry again on your lonely paths.
The moments you took rest are so precious;
It lingers in your memory, for a long time.
The fragrance accompanies you, in your long journey
To the market place, the grave,
Where you barter your burden, you carried till there,
For an after life... you imagine will be eternal rest.

Though lifeless, the image assume life and shape
Of humans, you conspire, you love, you believe,
Take them as your companion in your sojourn,
Adore, embrace, become one, and share
The burden between the two.
The yoke becomes light; the burden turns to flowers,
Its fragrance emanates throughout your life,
And becomes, a boundless bliss.
A friend, a beloved; the porter’s rest!

Enlightenment…

History was written topsy- turvy.
Myths adapted as corner stones
On the edifice of faith.
Religion fostered myths as scriptures.
Rationale is hired by religions and churches.
God is created in their fancy, and fantasies.
Intellect of humans, are governed by legislation.
Imagination imprisoned by imbeciles.
Power politics sway at the controls.
Human rights are stampeded by cattle,
In the guise, of jurists.
Freedom of thinking is in shackles.
God men/women are amassing and hoarding
Wealth, directing and producing blue films;
Dealing in arms and narcotics,
Exploiting the faithful, through magic,
Miracle healing touch and prayers.

Multitudes are under sedation of scriptures,
Translated, according to their whims.
Religion has truly become, the ‘opium of the people’.
And turned them into puppets; strings in the hands
Of marauders, behind the curtain.

The world is under siege by demons,
At the helm of all affairs; good and bad.
This is the Golden Era of Enlightenment!
Similar to French Revolution, Renaissance
And Second World War!
We talk of global warming, common market,
Ozone layer, nuclear power, and landing on Mars,
When people are leading strife strewn days,
Vitiated morals, and spewing violence;
And people are dying without food and shelter,
Of tsunamis, earth quakes, floods, and hurricanes.
We are progressing! But whither?

Again…

I never knew, you will awake as a new interlude
Again, in my symphony.
You will blossom, as a strain
Of melody, in my heart.
You will fill my mind as
A cloying residue of my memory...
You will flutter and flurry,
As my precious possession in life…

I never knew, the glowing embers
Of my soul will ever extinguish
One day, with your presence;
You will fondle me with your
Chilling feather touch;
You will, with your assuages
Lull me into a slumber.
And become, my priceless treasure.

I never knew, you will emit your
Glow as the glimmer of the full moon,
And my passion will flower.
I and you will deliquesce as one...
You will become mine and mine alone!

Escapade?

Memories throng, like the incessant patter,
Of a rainy night.
Like showers of nectar on to the hull of the soul.
The fading mist; diluted evening glow
Entering, into the gloom of a dreary night.
The dismal wailing of a forlorn bird, in the distance.
All sneaking at the door of my earthen hut,
And getting away, never even uttering
A word of consolation, to me...

Why did you re-emerge, in my dear flute
As a sonata of an amiable daze,
Resonating in my forlorn psyche?
Like the crescent moon, having lost its way
Among the darkened clouds,
You came to me, in compliant diffidence
Shrouded in a veil, in accord, with my
Mute and imposing imagination.

We built our castles with glass and cardboards,
On a shore of the sea, of idle tears.
We coveted to live eternally, beyond time and tides.
Through millenniums; you and me, alone.

My existent being is worthless, except that
I can merely felicitate you, for an enjoyable life;
Sans reminiscence, sans lost aspirations, and yearnings,
Sans rancour, and frustrations.

Enveloped in rapture, I will put a lid,
On top, of all my longings, hitherto cherished.
How many more births and seasons
I will have to greet, in my life?
How far my birth will extend to own you?
I don’t know…

Uncertainty…

This night, these melodies, these festivities,
My angel!, will vanish into thin air..
The dreams we fondle today, will yield to harsh realities.
The mirth we hold on our lips, will fade to whimpers.

It is perfect while it lasts, ecstatic, sweet, and passionate.
Every moment a celebration!
Every night an odyssey, through the shores of
Lascivious pleasures and passions.
Every morning, filled with remembrances
Of plays, enacted in our bedchamber;
Of romantic ardours, sending shock waves
All through the senses, springing sensations;
Soul stirring, bewitching…

Here, in this night, when waves of every vital tissues
Are seeking its mate, for its unison,
This lake immersed in modesty, writes it stories
In poems, in the moonlight, with its toe nails.
Do we have any more secrets between us,
Left out to be narrated, of our amatory tales?

In here the fascinating flowers are blooming,
To weave a veil of moonlight to cover the nakedness
Of the virgin earth, in embrace with the nature,
Do we have any more emotions left out in us
To exchange, at this hour, before I leave you?

THANK YOU!

A big thank you, for
Whatever you have given me…..

The broken piece of pottery you have very
Graciously presented me,
From your unbreakable, sturdy mind,
You keep unblemished.
A tiny fragment of a peacock’s feather, you gave,
Preserved all the while, in your arithmetic book;
For having showed me, a blind alley with crooked
Bends, from the manifold paths of your emotions;
For a prickle, you severed from among the midst
Of lush foliage, flowers and ripened fruits;
Of your thoughts, and handed over to me...

And for a shard of black cloud from
The dreams, blossomed by rainbows,
In your implacable heart….

I am thankful and my mind,
Overwhelms with gratitude.

Longings….

If I could become a dream of golden feathers;
A dream, embraced and kissed by the heaven above,
I would have come with a divine bliss in my spirit
To the hermitage, where you lie, spread eagle.
Every night into your boudoir, on the coach of eiderdown,
Ornate with the choicest flowers of the earth,
And anoint you with celestial fragrance,
Borrowed from the angels of the yonder,
And assuage the coveted longings in you heart….

If I could become the eternal thirst of your soul;
The passions in your reticent imaginations,
I would have poured, the amorous aphrodisiac
Of my soul, in its delirium, on your tenderness,
Capering and prancing before you, every night.

My bard, if I could be a melody, a strain in your lute,
A rhythm, elicited while fondled by your tender fingers,
I would have asked you, flower bedecked nights for me,
When our imaginations and passions might mingle
And merge in unison, become fruitful, and fulfilled
Through the songs, I will ever sing for you…

AEONS

Time and eons in slumber,
Under the ocean of deluge,
Emerged in jubilation,
Awakening from a lengthy sleep.
Its reflections transformed into nature,
Creator and me.
On its rampart above, the aeons are born
And hidden away in oblivion,
Through innumerable millenniums.
Where seasons, are adopted as
Progeny, in the Universe.

And you come, escorted by them, in foursome flanks
Of spring, summer, winter and autumn,
In a chariot, brought from heaven, and bestow
Upon us, with all its magnificence and terrors.
In the confluence of the seasons,
The lamp you light in the firmament on
The Milky Way, diffuse its charms
Into the horizon; fabulous, amazing, and dandy!
Persevering, through boundless equinoxes…
Our existence is nothing but a sound
In an immense ocean of silence, and of time.
Where life and memory are meaningless,
Struggles and happiness are empty bubbles…

Damn...

The divine words of god, was heard
Like the chirping of a bird,
“Here is Man”; “He is my beloved son”….
Man sitting in the Garden of Eden
In paradise, said:” Amen! So be it;
Peace unto you, my God.”

But when he plucked the fruit of
That tree of dreams, the voice
Changed and became harsh,
That of God with discord;
The horrid voice uttered,
“Here is man; I have rehabilitated him,
Into the hell; let him be there.”

In there, the man said:
“Amen; Hallowed be Thy name, Thank you, Creator,
So be it; thank you again.”

And, he started carrying the burden
Of his Eternal despair, and despondency
From that moment.
God shuddered and His eyes
Were inundated by tears;
Man is still trying to wipe away
The tears from His cheeks.
To see a happy smile, on His visage…

Dreams. My fairies!

Dreams, my dreams, you are fairies of paradise.
The world will be an empty void, if you were not here.
Without God, without humans, without angels,
Bereft of the sense of purpose, devoid of life force;
Deficient in imagination, of beauty and creative arts
And permeating fragrance, of flowers.

You are the butterflies, bred and brought up by
Nymphs of the yonder, in the palace, of the blue skies,
Built in sapphire stones, and coming as guests;
As honoured guests, into this barren earth
To shower rapture in our hearts, with nectar.

You are opening the doors of my soul, with out
Me knowing it, and painting your pictures
In empty spaces in there, and creating magnificent
Rainbows, of multitudinous colors;
Dissolving them, in the drops of my tears,
And wiping it away, frequently, intermittently...
.

In wait…

I waited alone in the storm of yester night, and in the rain,
Sitting in the isle, melting every moment,
With all my resources, I kept for you.

I will still wait, in this boiling heat, of the sun
In this evaporating isle of my life,
With my doleful sentiments,
Until you come and rescue me
From drowning in this quandary.

I perceive the countenance of passion.
It is smudged!
I hear the voice of the thirst for love.
It is grueling!
I see the corpse of dreams,
I visualize the hue of grief;
It is all swarthy, and hideous!

Who is standing there in that gloomy loneliness?
Holding a lamp, flickering in the wind,
Cautiously covering the flame without extinction,
Staring beyond the eyeshot into the muddy blue?


Your longings have become wingless butterflies;
A soggy cloud wiping away the rainbow
That you weaved and created in your mind….

Sweet promises!

Life is a cart loaded with burdens;
A cart pushed by God and humans together,
With coughs and puffs and great efforts,
Through the rugged streets, of births and deaths.

How many gods, have dilapidated and broken down?
How many prophesies, withered and fallen down?
Heaven was always an old promise, for the afflicted.
From time immemorial, of Krishna and *Pandavas,
Of Christ and Mohammad, the Prophet,
Forbidden fruit is being prolifically sown,
And reaped in multifolds, over centuries
By religions and god men, through their hype.

We are still carrying the burden through the paths,
Paved in advance, by the cruel destiny,
How many of the humans have fallen down dead?
How many hopes, have wilted and shattered?
How many boulevards, we erected of broken dreams?

Socialism and equality are sweet and ploy
Guarantees for us, even now; a cap worn out of shape...


* The battle of Maha Bharatha (Wikipedia)

Complacency…

Can you hear the whimpering spasm of a flower,
While you pluck and detach it from its stalk?

Or is it a gladdening chuckle, emanating from its throat,
For having attained its goal, in its life?
To adorn, the braids of an alluring maid?
Or the interiors of a chamber in a mansion,
Amid the chillness of its luxury; in an ornate vase.

Unless there is someone to love her
How can a maiden become a goddess?
How can the silence become music,
Unless a maestro, seeks and finds it?
How lamps can spread its radiance,
Without the silver wicks, to wipe away the darkness?
The fresco needs an unwrinkled wall
Smoothened by a craftsman, for the painter
To create his fantasy, into a picture.

Unless you sleep, embracing your sweetheart
How can you achieve a complacent fulfillment?

For laughs only.!..Scripts and scriptures on T-Shirts

SOME PEOPLE ARE ALIVE BECAUSE IT'S ILLEGAL TO KILL THEM.

NO JOB, NO GIRLFRIEND,NO PROBLEM...

NOT ALL MEN ARE FOOLS, SOME STAY BACHELORS.




99 PERCENT OF ALL GIRLS ARE BEAUTIFUL; THE REST ARE IN MY COLLEGE...

I AM NOT 50; IAM 18 WITH 32 YEARS EXPERIENCE...

THIS IS NOT THE LIFE I ORDERED..

WHERE THERE IS A WILL, I WANT TO BE IN IT...

MY JOB IS SECURE..NOBODY WANTS IT...

GROWING OLD IS MANDATORY, GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL...



A JOURNEY OF A 1000 MILES BEGINS WITH CASH ADVANCE...

I CAN GO ALONG WITH ANYTHING AS LONG AS IT GOES MY WAY.

I RESPECT OLD AGE ESPECIALLY IF IT IS BOTTLED.

MILLIONS SAW THAT APPLE FALL, BUT NEWTON WAS THE ONE WHO ASKED WHY????

I DON'T DISCRIMINATE, I HATE EVERYONE.

I WAS BORN INTELLIGENT, EDUCATION RUINED ME.

ALCHOHOL DOES'NT SOLVE ANY PROBLEMS, BUT THEN AGAIN NEITHER DOES MILK.



IN A COUNTRY OF FREE SPEECH, WHY ARE THERE, PHONE BILLS.

I AM BETTER THAN NORMAL, I AM ABNORMAL.

CONSERVE WATER, DRINK BEER.

FASTEST THREE WAYS OF COMMUNICATION
TELEPHONE, TELEVISION. TELL- A WOMAN.

WOMAN ARE THE BEST GIFT TO MAN..... AND I AM THE GREATEST LIAR ON THE EARTH.

I WANTED TO KILL THE HOTTEST PERSON ON EARTH, TILL I REALIZED SUICIDE IS A CRIME.

DON'T FOLLOW ME , I AM ENGAGED.

I AM NOT SELFISH, I JUST WANT EVERYTHING.

BORN 2 PARTY, FORCED 2 STUDY.

I READ THAT SMOKING AND DRINKING DO HARM TO MY HEALTH, SO I QUIT READING.

A peddler…

Some one is trying to play, the mandolin of the mind;
When the deft fingers touch the strings of the heart,
A tone suppressed in tears, emanate from its haggard look.
And the staggering mind is retreating…Forsaken dusk!

Even the waxy moonlight appears to you as the burning summer.
And, spectacular vistas of spring, as sad rainy days.
The woeful heart, in an impeded wobble, tick feebly.
You became a singing bird, with wounded wings,
Flying queasy, through the gloom.

The bangles of the wind ceased to tinkle, and
Spring diverted its path, evading to brush
Mascara on her delightful eyelashes.
Unattained aspirations, wept in the chariot of rainbows.
Through millions of rebirths, we have been seeking
Frantically, for each other, and still our desires are unquenched.
Are you now a peddler, selling dreams and tears to me?

Melody!

Why did you call me again, fragrance of my dreams?
Roving through the seven seas and the seven mountains,
Without knowing your destination.
In the middle of impenetrable darkness,
In my half slumber, I heard the music
Of your love, calling me…
Why did you call me?

In the hub of the spring, while I was sleeping
Drained and sapped, and my flute also, having
Lost its entire cadence,
While the life force in me, was juddering
I heard your music of love calling me
From afar; why did you call me?

The tender soft melody clothed me in exultation,
And its incandescence, dancing in my spirit in glee;
I forgot myself, when the sweet melody, awakened me
And I fell into a languid knock-out, inside my soul?

GOD is LOVE…

Who is God? Is he a Hindu, Christian, or an Islam?
Is he Jehovah, Jupiter, or an E.T.? None of them!

You who preach the almighty God!
Are not you the white washed sepulchers?
The wolves in the attire of lambs, in your crimson robes;
Ready to devour the innocent populace
Hearkening to your Babel of scriptures,
And grappling them into your lairs?

You build churches and mosques,
Temples and hermitages, and monasteries,
For morons to learn, who God is .
Pilgrim spots in mountain heights and forests,
To guide the simpletons, through those paths of,
Inaccessible and impenetrable terrains,
For awarding them, ‘salvation’ or ‘moksha’ of the Soul.

You make a thousand disparate masks for God;
Images in wood and granite,
Moon stones and marbles,
Ivory and gold, and ornate them
With plundered gold, and gems.

You deceived Krishna, Christ and Buddha;
You deluded Mohammad, and Marx;
You charade as Godmen and preach
Incomprehensible words and scriptures,
To make them more complicated, with your interpretations.
You are the darkest nights, after the vermillion evenings.
Camouflaging the true God, in your glum,
With your scriptures, all the time.
And never realizing that He is inside
Your heart, in the form of LOVE!

Farewell…Sweetheart!

Kindling a sparkler, always in my inventiveness,
Transforming, into the heart throb of my existence.
My beautiful! I bless you in my sighs,
With every meek breath, from a woeful heart.
Your sweet memory caressing my gruesome
Spirit, keep the flame of life from extinction.
And aid me at my side, enabling me
To enjoy the fabulous, intrinsic bliss.

My dreams of all times, my desires of every moment,
The lyrics of love, always surging in my mind;
The blossom of sizzling grief, engulfing the mind,
I am paving in your path, as a gift of my soul.

If we do not meet any more in this life,
Or you are unable to come to my side,
And, we vanish behind the dark curtain of this birth,
I tell you, not to grieve about an unfulfilled aspiration
Of our soul, we have been holding close, in our bosom.

The life force of this universe will always clinch
Many more births, and deaths, in its wake.
And innumerable rebirths will bloom
In this earth; we will one day, happen on each other
In that event, we will never part but live eternally.

On that day…

Whilst touching the door of my soul…
Filling ecstatic nectar in my life,
And never telling ‘no’, in resentment;
Cheeks moistened with tears or perspirations,
Overwhelming with compassion,
Smelling of poignant anxiety in the eyes,
Smiling with the inner sense of a flower,
Spurting ambrosia in the psyche…

Uninformed, stunned, and unwavered I was,
As I saw you standing on the threshold,
With honey, in the blossom of your heart
Unflinching, with an unfading gleam;
A radiance of the sunshine in the look,
A winsome endearing beam on the lips,
A bashful mien in the demenour…
I was carried over to Elysium,
The haven of my dreams,
From this terra-firma…

I see that in my languor,
Through all the rest of distance,
Seeking the solemn softness of
Your innocuous innocence,
In the charming grace of your image,
Engraved in my heart;
And make them the delight of
My days and nights
I am in wait for you to come,
And soothe my fretful moments…

In the bosom, of a dream…

While my whole life,
Wearily sleep incongruously.
Vision of a sweet compassion,
Make a stage show in the mind,
Like a fairy walking, and coming
Out ofthe moonlight,
Vanishing into thin air,
Deep inside the infinite blue yonder.

The gorgeous moon sleeping in
The ether, became her companion,
She disappeared like a star,
from my eyes.
Entrancing reveries of hopes,
Withered and fell dead,
Into the empty wilderness,
Of disappointments,
On the vistas of the isolated paths,
of gruesome life.
Those dots of stains of strains are
Still stirring up untold grief.

As inspiring festivities of the spring,
Commence with its flowers,
Desires enter the mind as an uninvited caller.
Do you overhear the tales of my
Thousand and One nights,
Immersed in the chaos of stricken heart;
While sitting in your abode, in the sky
With it’s, scores of stores of stories.

Unable to define…

What can we call the chants of invocation
Springing out, between two souls….LOVE?

What is the name of that tragic insipid emotion
Evolving inside the heart, at the time when unable
To hear a coveted voice,
You were endeavoring to hear…LOVE?

Can you call it, an undulating adoration?
When the heart is chilled, with thrills and pleasures,
By the sprinkling of a meek bliss,
Through the words you hear at a time,
While you were craving to hear it?

Give an endearing tag, for the infinite sweetness
For the exultation you enjoy,
When you blot the honey, lurking in the tear drops,
From her eyes, with your lips,
Through, the compassion and love from your mind.

Do not try to define the sublime and winsome emotion,
That makes your reminiscence affable,
With the alluring charisma of a rainbow,
Radiating its luster, in your heart.

Let it dulcify the last moments of your life
With its nectar, held in its embryo, for our after life…


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Heart aches...

That evening, when I bid farewell to you,
I could discern the love ablaze in your eyes;
Crying with its mute twinge of the soul, flowing out
As tear drops, through the corners of your eyes.
However you tried in vain, to contain those tears,
The stream of intense passion came out;
As a cascade of nectar, breaking its waves
Flailing in my heart, with its torrent of despair.
My pulsating lips, stole the honey drops from
The trembling eyelids, while the moans
Of sobbing grief, you rubbed into my chest,
As blossoms, of kisses, incessantly...

In that gloaming, while remaining in the cloister of your
Unfulfilled aspirations, erupted rue sodden sighs…
Playfully we laughed, amused in mirth, wrangled in love,
Teased each other, hugged later, and embraced to become
One, in the emerging dreams of our excitement.
In the moonlight of our tingle, we smothered
And savored, the cloying lasciviousness, of our heart.

In the furnace, of this mid-summer night, solitude
Brings the vacillating memories, of that night, into me.
Like a green canopy over my head, chilling, and filling sweetness.
I melt in that rapture, and then again search your moistened eyes.
Do not cry my love! Never fill those eyes with your sniveling.
The aches in your heart by the absence
Will soon end; I am on my way to your presence….
.

One for the road…

Whoever goes, whoever continues…?
Let us each pour one more for the road!
When the cap and the bottle
Move apart quarreling,
Do you hear the tightening
Of the strings of our nerves, in our ears?
The exit door opens to a gully,
But we will reach the crowded street, too soon
After eight or nine paces, from there.

We two are more than a crowd
For celebrating this festival.
This is in fact, an orgy of friendship.
Give that cigarette after
Three more puffs, to me.
Why don’t you lick on this pickle?
I tasted it; but it’s too hot!
Do not look at your watch in this dim light,
Like the moon stooping into the clouds.
The smoke in this room conceals every thing.
Do not get away before long, thinking and
Worrying, about unfinished chores at home.
Though you laugh now, and not looking at me straight.

Oh! Ignore that tiff at the next table,
And, the altercations, along with it.
And the isolated song, inebriated on
A single beer, he had till now...
Leave it, and do not care about
That sign over the counter admonishing
Singing loudly; I can’t tolerate such cautions!

You should never imagine that
Your partner has no sense, after three rounds.
I can also hear the tumult of the dead ones,
Quite clearly in my ears, now, just as you.
Can also, see their pale faces, tottering here.
Hey! If I said anything superfluous,
Do one thing for me; you can just edit it.
It is alright, I can go alone. See I can walk steadily!...

For you…

When the feather touch of your fingers
Dab my moist cheeks, sitting near me.
My soul always inundate with the nectar you accord.
The lurid radiance you breed in my mind with your love
Immerse me in the timid dreams I own,

The couplet, I write to day comprise the moods and sentiments
Of the soft, selfless, sacred love you have for me.
Let it come out as a song, a prelude, an overture
An aria, a rhythm and the symphony may fill the universe,
With the harmony, of its cadence...

The smile, like buds bursting into flowers,
On your bejeweled lips, are always
Spreading, its fragrance, in my imagination.

If perchance, we could never meet again in our life,
While pursuing the unknown regions of our survival,
I implore you to keep your tears unshed
In the memory of an unfulfilled, incomplete
Idyllic correlation of our love, existed within us.

Through births and rebirths my mind is seeking you,
To make you my eternal soul mate;
Among the droplets sustained in that deep blue sky,
And in the emerald depths of the roaring ocean,
In the dew sodden radiance of the moonlight,
In the miraculous glee of a blooming bud,
My psyche is rifling through, to reach you.
No one can croon a lullaby to the memories
Of life, which squirms in the spirit.

Will the spring come again?

Ecstasy filled,
Ever adoring,
Tears softened,
Compassion packed,
Scented with grief,
Dazzling of dreams,
Smiles of a bloom,
With these, the nectar of your heart,
When you touched the door of my soul……


Meekly, unknowingly,
Without qualm,
Carrying honey in the petals of your heart,
When I abruptly saw you standing at the door,
Clad in the acquiescent demureness,
Horripilating unawares, the ‘I’ in me,
Was lost, in an endearing trance.

My immaculate one!
That elegance permeating in your chest,
Is what I am seeking all the time in this wilderness.
That poise is like the memory of a magic
Filled vista of a sky, adorning a majestic rainbow.

When it becomes, a delight in all my wakeful hours.
My angel! I am waiting for you!

Mislaid heavens!

Mislaid heavens! You have given me
A throne of plaintive domain, a broken one,
Where groans are whisking from all sides.
The smiling sky with the rainbow of love
Has disintegrated and wandered away from me…

She dried up my tears with her heart-touch
Writing radiant dreams in my eyes;
Thrusting ravishing poesy in my lips,
Transformed as a withered flower under my treads,
In the lonely path, of my poignant sentiments…

Sleep! Shattered dreams, and dissipated desires.
Do not kindle insipid cloying passions any more.
Do not uncork my enthralling philter.
Sleep now; fall down and sleep; efface your memory.
In the cloister of this forlorn life
Mute feelings are effusive, but useless.
Days of blooming laughter and amusement are prologues,
And foreshadows in the journey to desolation!
Don’t cry, my heart! Do not saunter seeking dreams.
For dreams are meaningless; urges and desires
Are only nuances of the self obsessed greed, in the mind!