Mind is a peacock…

When the gate at the check- post of my mind
Is opening, I perceive in my reminiscences
Words whimpered in the silence of the night.,
By someone, nearest to my heart.
The one who has painted a thousand seas
In my eyes, so different from dreams
Softly, lightly, and densely as an etching;
Like a searing pinhole of light, in darkness.

For the warmth, as a penance
Everywhere is the season of dreams!
A season of frenzy, as a flame!
Like mating snakes in the rain shadow woods,
Waves of amour break at the conch of heart.
Everywhere the flowering season is seeking
The flaming blossoms, that gives solace
In tranquility, gliding like a bird
In the soft breeze, carrying the fragrance …

APRIL SHOWERS IN THE HEART

Blossoming at the touch of a finger,
Cooing like a frightened dove
In the chillness of the winter;
Allow me to touch you for once!
You are looking so gorgeous to-night!
You have the wings of the rainbow
In its perfect ostentation, after the rain.
You are the image affluent in my thoughts.
The voice of your dalliance lurks and
Resound in the ears as endless echoes.
When you sing an alluring song
The beats flash in my eyes as lightning strokes.
A flame which no others can see!
I am yearning in my wait for that great moment
When I can see you, talk and caress
Hold you in my arms, sing a song and
Suck the nectar, from your lips.

These passions enliven me, filling my desolate
Moments, giving a fillip to my life.
The passing breeze whisper some amorous
Tidbits in your ears and make your cheeks blush;
A thousand stars twinkling up, kissed on the
Corner of your eyes, made them shimmer.
What are you waiting for, standing there
As an idol, on the banks of that stream?
I am here only, with an April shower in my heart!.

Goodbyes are for ever…

Somewhere here lies the plumes
Of the peacock as my desires;
Somewhere there, are the broken
Pieces of those bangles..
Have lost everything;
Have forgotten the pathways also;
How long can this grief be sustained,
In this play house of life,
And how long can the tears be shed?
Heart throbs turned into voices
And diffused,In prayers;
And the spirit soared up.

Love blazed in the heart, like golden flames.
Love is like flaming wicks in a chandelier;
Like the weeping cries of small children.
It is now time to bid farewell and depart!

To day your hands will gild with Henna from
The crimson blood, oozing out of my heart.
I will say my last prayers to my endearing dreams,
And bury them in the coffin of my failures.
Why did you sing the lines of your love,
That does not allow me to sleep and keep me awake?
Why did you come to roost in this nest of mine,
If you ever intended to fly off and never return?.

EYES…

The human skin is the outer
Covering for the human body,
It is only the time, who stitches
That dress for him, to wrap around.
It gives glamour to the soul
Inside it, and will not wear off,
Or tear off or lose its shape.
Eyes are false witnesses
Always, not perceiving the facts
And telling lies, unable to
Comprehend the real meaning
Of what it see.
Only the inner eye can recognize
The truth behind things, and grasp
The true sense of the whole scene…

Connubial hopes...

The chillness of midnight has entered;
The mist has settled enveloping the nature
In its shroud of vague images, behind it.
Why can’t the nightingale stop singing and sleep?
Let me close the windows that let the gale inside;
And switch off the fan revolving overhead
Like the swirling passions inside me?
Is it possible to lie down and sleep even
After covering with a thousand blankets, or
Even with a million dreams beckoning me?
When the heart of a bride, envisage and yearn, for
Something beyond the humdrum chores of life.

Let me spread out the lotus petals on the bed;
And slacken off the light from the lantern.
How is that possible to fall asleep without
Scenting the fragrance of my beloved?
Without the enfolding hands embracing
My bosom, in that trance?
These are the livid dreams in the heart of
A maiden, living alone till now
With the cloying hopes of a conjugal life.

Unknown finale…

I tied up a swing, with the shattered threads
Of my dreams, high up on the branches
Of a tree, that I tended and watered,
With the tears flowing out of my dismal solitude;
Nourishing it to grow up and spread out,
In the far away shores of the sea of time,
In the silent valley of death, and oblivion.

I waited for my soul mate to join me,
Under the bluish light of the twinkling stars,
Keeping my heart in my eyelids for her.
I could not hear the flutter of time flying away
Over my vigil, unnoticed, in my consternation.

Cry now; cry till your heart bursts.
Hide in a place, where no one can notice you;
Lonely, and aloof from everyone.
Why did you attempt to awaken the
Strings of music, touching it with
Your delicate fingertips, without
The accent of the all powerful destiny?
Why did you try to kindle the desires, without
Knowing the finale of the story beforehand?

Delights…

Where are we now?
In heaven,
Or in the midst of a dainty dream?
Or in an imaginative world of
The celestial musicians?
Are those the lights of the earth?
Or the stars in the Milky Way?
Or music or musical notes that
Reverberates in the ramparts of heaven?
The milky clouds are making a canopy
Over the mansions, there.
In the wizardry of flamboyance
Perception becomes pulsating.
Let us float in these festivities
And fondle the embellishing loveliness.
The sky is looking down in
Bashful connivance to placate us,
And watching the revelry in the earth.
Jubilation blooming in the
Roistering, inebriate us now.
Let us forget everything, and
Plunge in these delights…

Gravitation…

In the bliss of that moment
I turned into a breeze in the autumn.
Fragrance of a thousand and one hysteric nights
Overwhelmed in the petals of the heart.
I was floating and drifting sleeplessly into the
Lonely coach where you were lying.
And wrote my adoration on the brim of that
Honey-comb, emanating the sweet scent of love;
Without your knowledge; without you knowing it.

In the euphoria of that blissful moment,
My mind became that pavane of a peacock
And its music flowed as a lullaby through
My sinews, that was thirsting for long.
I gave out the rhythms of my soul,
To the heartbeats that quivered in her…

Sorcery!

Tell me now from your innate wisdom,
Who is a friend and who is a foe.
You are familiar with the misery of
Incarceration and its ramifications.
The proverb says that the face is
The mirror of the mind and reflects truly,
Whatever is there as feelings and emotions.
The modern impression is that it defaces
The mind, and cache all the emotions,
Sinking it into the chasm of the soul.


In the exterior, it is all miles of smiles and
Detonating cheerful pleasantries.
Inside rages the flames of vendetta and rivalry.
Now who is the patriarch here and
Who are the submissive children?
Everything is a magic show performed
Or conducted and concocted by money only.

You see from a distance, a beautiful manor.
But those hearts living inside, are in prison.
It is futile and worthless to count
How many storey it possess.
Here love and affection means gold only.
Everything is sorcery and necromancy of wealth.
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…a joy for ever.

The exquisiteness in the petals of blossoms
Overwritten with the blueness of heaven
In the eyes where dreams have swooned;
A nymph of the clouds, whose cheeks are
Painted a crimson hue of love and its bashfulness.

You were, so far standing on the other side of
My ocean of imagination, in my vivid memory.
The radiant prettiness of your face and its
Sweet inviting smiles of ravishing cheerfulness
Were remaining far out of my orbit.
Is this a present from charm and grace to me?
Is this a gift from the Goddess of love to me?
Today you will adorn the brilliance of a full moon
Of the spring season, in its full glory and approach
Me in the lonesome path of my dreams.
The silent elegance and consensus you diffuse,
Is the blessedness bestowed on me in this birth.
The indomitable never ending rapture,
Or a stunning flower that will never wither!

Creations…

Here the breeze carries a divine fragrance.
The spring has come this way already,
In a chariot of tender sprouts and leaves
And the maidens in-waiting were those
Of dainty dreams and sublime memories.

Why the flowery season could not linger here,
And halt the chariot here for a while?
It could not give me even a tiny blossom
As a gift, to recollect its radiance again.
And now you have become another
Blooming season, like spring in my life.

The ocean is roaring with its waves.
Who sowed the stones of beryl in its froth?
May be, the heavenly musicians have done that.
Never throw your pearls of laughter in the
Stream of tears, of your lonely nights.
Those musicians also got away, after
Closing the eyes of the mind.
Now, you have become an exquisite beryl
In my mind, dazzling in your love.

Those bluish eyes are the blossoms of the heart,
And I have become the apple of those eyes.
How charming is the splendour of youth!
And your emotions are a hundred times
Prettier than any petite things on this earth.
The creator ought to have given eyes of the soul,
To the smiling lilac, and the winged pangs of the mind.
But then, you have become the creator of love in me…

Endless respites…

That song has become a bleak memory,
In the wearied heart in distress.
That voice has now become
A dismal pang in the mind.
The delicate soul is sobbing
As the sweet melody swooned.
We were yearning earnestly for so many
Things in our life, in years to come.

Sleep now, sleep for eternity, boundless,
And never wake up to reminisce again.
The dreams that bedecked the minds,
The blossoms of infatuations, in our thoughts.
Sleep now; the stars of blooming jasmines
Lest you lose your luster, and wilt, if awake,
When rhythms of seasons fade away.
Forget the tingling, titillating melodies in the heart;
The butterflies of sweet spring, that
Flutter in the desires and awaken multitudinous
Passions with their kisses, in the mind…Sleep now…

Dreams are for ever…

I just can’t assimilate the truth even now,
That you are not, (what I thought), near me.
To understand you are away
The fingers of the dawn should not
Enter into the kingdom of my sleep,
Softly touching the window panes,
And awaken me from my stupor!
The ripples in the river should cease
When the wind blows over the placid water,
And remain calm in silent acquiescence!

The fragrance of fresh rains should not
Emerge from the fertile soil while it embraces,
And conceive, receiving the semen into its womb!
The doves coming back to its nests for
Roosting, in the twilight of dusk should stop
Cooing,as making complaints of love to its mate!
The wind should stop its rustling with pranks,
Like uttering words through loud laughter!

The sparks dazzling from the pyre of my grave
Scatters over the stage where I was;
As I make my egress with my ruffled music
And crippled steps, of my dance.

Stray birds…

I sat there when the rain receded to
See that face so pretty as the rainbow.
Would you recognize me if I approached
In your sight as the ebullient chillness
Of the air around you enveloping in
The miasma of my endearment?
Would you not see the crimson red rose
You behold adoringly in your bosom?
The music that flows out of that lute
You play, melting in the ether
And through the ripples of that divine song,
I can reach the shores of eternal love.

I can adorn your chest with garland of
Snow white jasmine flowers, so pure and
Enfold you and shower a thousand kisses.
Why did you wait there without talking even
A word for a moment and leave silently?
What made you to vanish, without listening
To the incessant songs of my dissipated dreams?
The eloquent memories in the silence of my
Isolated hours turn out as songs and
Resonate in the wind, like stray birds now...

Parting is such sweet sorrow…

The gossamer tranquility of the mist
In the twilight over the pretty evening,
That bids farewell at parting, will never know
About the rain, as the tears of an innocent
Ember, of a cloud in its misery.

I wrote your lucky horoscope with a quill,
Depicting the sweetness of your soul.
Then you have forgotten to discern and
Make out the entirety of its vast holistic
Implication in your life, as well as mine.
I can only offer the rustling murmur of my heart,
Beguiling you to come back and fill this void.

We parted for no reasons, drifting away
Like dry leaves in a summer’s wind.
And when we finally met together, we are
In the freezing lake of a devastating fire..
Do we have any more rebirths destined to
Live a happier life of our own or
Are we left with only a fretful existence?
I am a rainbow, of love that drips from
The wounds of the afflicted mind in torture,
Unmolested by the vagaries of seasons…