Quintessential Love...

Why do you ask me to adore you,

Clasping your fingers around the wrist

Of my frail hands, that has lost its strength?

You know better, you could entice a stronger

Lover than me, more charming and suave,

If you wish, and be with him for eternity.


My heart has melted out already and

I don’t have much to offer you, to fulfill

Your needs, as you fancy in your dreams.

Then why did you come to me from that

Faraway place, seeking only me?

I have not kept anything saved for you,

In the languor of my forgetfulness.

I have always been reminding myself,

That you are there in the faraway place

Keeping vigil to approach me one day,

And I knew you will come any day, seeking me

And embrace me in your love for me.


While I went out strolling around, in the pale

Moonlight through the darkened alleys,

I used to tell myself about your coming one day.

But Oh! DEATH, I never even wished it should

Be this moment that you chose to come;

Seeking me to take me away to your abode….

WITHIN AN EARSHOT.....

Desires. like

A tailor bird, are weaving out a tiny nest,

With a thousand dreams.

Expectations silently lighted the lamps

Umpteen times, frequently had to put it out,

Again and again, in frustration.

Saddening realities have entered from remote

Unknown areas of disillusionment.

I was erecting a splendid edifice

On the land of my dreams and imaginations,

Even while time clasps shackles on my wrist.

My very small aspirations conserved

In the garret of my mind, still look forward to

Sing lullabies in elation, in its realization.


Life is like a paper boat in the lake of tears,

Drifting rudderless, in the midst of the vast

Expanse of water, and rocking in the waves;

Far away shores remain unseen, in the stark

Darkness of the vagabond night.

No one to share the anguish in the mind;

No one to help, to set down my burden.

Somewhere in the far corner of the horizon,

A few stars are staring at me, through the veil

Of darkness, with wrath, appearing like sentinels,

And the streak of lightning piercing the darkness,

Cannot placate the condemnation of the night.

I am still awaiting to hear the song of the

Sea birds, as I am befuddled with my directions;

Seeking the shores, struggling in the arms of the waves.


The flame of my hankering is swaying in the

Eddies and vortices with life’s turbulence.

The earthen pots of scorching pain are seeking

Water to quench its burning thirst.

In the chilling breeze around the corner,

The sun painted the eastern sky with crimson

Surrealistic images, and it looks like the shore is nearby now.

WOMAN’S LIB...

A moment of absence, a moment of desertion;

A day of rebukes and dispute, heart breaking;

Creates a deep incision in the soul, for an age.

The intensity of correlation existed, metamorphose

Into an illusion of bondage, and imprisonment.

Wish if I could throw away these bonds,

Escape and become a free bird and fly away!


The merging of souls- amalgamation;

The manifestations of emotions;

Conglomeration of desires;

Stampede of passions;

The self abuse of thoughts and

Dubious imaginations of the tousled mind...

Forget all these and become free… I wish.


From the dense jungles of reminiscences;

From the umpteen intimate amative affection;

Before singing with discords my melodies

Out of rhythm and beats, forgetting the lines,

And play with the broken strings, if I could

Exit from this stage of oppression and subordination!


If I could ever untie the tangled knots

In the fabulous riddle of life, then

What a great freedom, I will attain!

A HEART BEAT AWAY

Desires. Like

A tailor bird, are weaving out a tiny nest,

With a thousand dreams.

Expectations silently lighted the lamps

Umpteen times, frequently had to put it out,

Again and again, in frustration.

Saddening realities have entered from remote

Unknown areas of disillusionment.

I was erecting a splendid edifice

On the land of my dreams and imaginations,

Even while time clasps shackles on my wrist.

My very small aspirations conserved

In the garret of my mind, still look forward to

Sing lullabies in elation, in its realization.



Life is like a paper boat in the lake of tears,

Drifting rudderless, in the midst of the vast

Expanse of water, and rocking in the waves;

Far away shores remain unseen, in the stark

Darkness of the vagabond night.

No one to share the anguish in the mind;

No one to help, to set down my burden.

Somewhere in the far corner of the horizon,

A few stars are staring at me, through the veil

Of darkness, with wrath, appearing like sentinels,

And the streak of lightning piercing the darkness,

Cannot placate the condemnation of the night.

I am still awaiting to hear the song of the

Sea birds, as I am befuddled with my directions;

Seeking the shores, struggling in the arms of the waves.


The flame of my hankering is swaying in the

Eddies and vortices with life’s turbulence.

The earthen pots of scorching pain are seeking

Water to quench its burning thirst.

In the chilling breeze around the corner,

The sun painted the eastern sky with crimson

Surrealistic images, and it looks like the shore is nearby now.

I AM GRATEFUL.......

I AM GRATEFUL

My Beloved:

I am grateful; for whatever you have given me.

For the exceptional ecstasy and bliss you bestowed,

While sitting silently by my side.

And for the kindness over whelming and

Enveloped in your glances, without me aware if it;

Besides the ’sweet rose petal smile’ unfurled

On your enthralling corral studded lips, for me;

For the few shriveled flowers shed from your

Plaits of hair, ruffled by the breeze, I treasured.


And the fragrance drizzling on my reminiscence,

Though, you left without saying anything to me.

For your short presence, nonetheless for a few moments

In my dreams, enriching and invigourating my life.

And for visiting me and inquiring about my well being,

And the coquetry like a tiny white dove, and fly away

To some unknown destination like the storm,

Throwing me in a vortex of confusion.


For sprinkling of few drops of love on the

Wick of the earthen lamp of the stricken mind,

Burning in angst, with the flame of despondency.


Thank you my dear, for whatever you have gifted me,

And failed to grant me in your life…

Thank you very much..