Tuesday, February 22, 2011
The dazzling glowing image in the eyes
As in a mirror, I saw you, my eye
Of my eyes, that providential day.
Why did you, my beautiful, cast a glance
At me, and me not knowing it?
Mind is blossoming as a jasmine vine,
With all starry white flowers, timidly
Opening its eyes, emanating the sweet scent
That awakens the morbid spirit.
Then with the dewdrops adorned an anklet.
And I hear a celestial music wafting into my ears
That of your sitar softly humming a melody,
Blended with the splendor of the rainbow.
Your heart is quivering with swallowed words
You have forgotten to enunciate, in your frenzy
When your glance met mine midway betwixt us.
My Angel Pearl, I will festoon my head with
A string of those pearls and keep you as a mole
In my bosom, caressing your undulating breast.
I wish if I could become a bead in your rosary,
Always being fondled by your fingers in reverie.
Your heart is a tendril entwined on my body that
Has forgotten to soothe you, in your apprehension.
Why did you initially cast a glance at me and
Entice me, embedding your soul inside mine.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Some where in the softness of the soul
A rare flower bloomed, and became orphaned
Suppressing its vibrant pangs;
It lies in the silent valleys of yesterdays,
Struggling and gasping for its final breath;
Even when love has been retreating with its hung head,
Cheated by the insurmountable barriers of the inevitable
Realities and limitations of sincerity,
Someone whispers from the innermost:
"My Beloved!, I still love you-...
much more and more...
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
The face is the mirror of the mind
The smiles, the garden where blooms the dreams
The voice turn to be the waves of the emotions;
My beloved, you are the idol of love.
Your heart throbs chant magical words
In soft tunes, intoxicate me
Into a mesmerized spell.
Awakening me with the sweetness
Of an ardent kiss, on my parched lips.
The yearning of our hearts, to embrace,
And cling to the arms of each other,
Puts me to slumber- a passionate trance.
Take me to a green lush island
Of strange, soft tenderness…
Saturday, February 5, 2011
That age when the chilling fragrance of love
Pervades over the spirit,and enamoured rhythms of
Love songs erupts from the heart,
I knew you, without knowing you in my soul.
And confessed my fondness for you.
Then I felt the distance shrinking and
Closing in, blending our life together.
I hear the echo of a song in my ears now
From the ramparts of my reminiscence,
And my memory starts rollicking wildly.
Your memory begins to flutter in my eyelids
And nostalgia liquefies in the breath
Memories raining, memories holding umbrella,
Sweltering memories, trickling as from a water fount;
With each spring season that tarries in the memory
A drop of tear oozes with a sigh, into the psyche;
Unwritten anecdotes throng, of the bygone years;
Magical windows ajar in the realm of illusion,
Crying loudly or sobbing while in a dream,
Bring forth tears in rivulets running over the cheeks.
Does the assuaging breeze know about the rhythms of the breath?
Does the lyre understand the tone of silence?
How can anyone recite a poem without recollecting its lyrics?
Who can string together dew drops like pearls?
The consequences of frustration over unrequited love,
Create furnaces like infernos in the soul.