UNTIL YOU RETURN....

Pathways created by the cruel destiny;

Souls bidding farewell on its sojourn;

Scorching desires of the heart;

Anguish spreading out  everywhere….


Silence grows up watching this scenario;

Life stream floods over embankment;

Distressing in the eddies in its effort to succumb.

Flowers wither and scatter in the breeze;

Days are diffusing in suppressed sobs;

And fall out in the depth of misery and despair.

Life prolongs indifferently and unconsciously.


Dawn will break up one day, carrying

The fragrance of a dream in the wind

Desires will flutter with a thousand wings

The Night Queens will bloom in the forlorn gloom,

And its sweet scent will permeate in the air.


Won’t you come back as the moonlight that gloom?

NOCTURNE

You who have heard the heartbeat of the night, 

you who have heard, in the long, sleepless hours, 

A closing door, the rumble of distant wheels, 

A vague echo, a wandering sound from somewhere: 


You, in the moments of mysterious silence, 

When the forgotten ones issue from their prison-- 

In the hour of the dead, In the hour of repose-- 

Will know how to read the bitterness in my verses. 

I fill them, as one would fill a glass, with all 

My grief for remote memories and black misfortunes, 

The nostalgia of my flower-intoxicated soul 

And the pain of a heart grown sorrowful with fêtes; 


With the burden of not being what I might have been, 

The loss of the kingdom that was awaiting me, 

The thought of the instant when I might not have been born 

And the dream my life has been ever since I was! 


All this has come in the midst of that boundless silence 

In which the night develops earthly illusions, 

And I feel as if an echo of the world's heart 

Had penetrated and disturbed my own.

MELANCHOLY

                            

                          

Do come my beloved like the divine music

On the flute into the tender mournful  heart.

Have you abandoned your sweet heart

Wandering as  your shadow along with you?

Though you are far away from me

Your sweet music fills me up like a moan

In the soul, my beloved!


Unable to depart from each other,

Bloom in my life as a blossom

Enter into my life as a soft melody...

Let us diffuse in  the moon light

Pervading in the lap of darkness

And dissolve our souls together.


Wherever I am, my angel, your

Sweet voice fills up my heart,

As a  heavenly harmony in its wake.

Though the mind is in the gloom of sadness

Your adorable countenance  brightens

And radiate its brilliance in me….

A SENSE OF BELONGING......

                     





I know now… I belong to you as a dew drop !

A pearldrop that fall down and shatter into infinitesimal atoms

At the touch of your fingertip,  without you knowing it.

I am your heart, the one that silently  whimper for you.

I am the melody on your lips ever present and indelible.

A  song stumbling,  quavering and pining in the mind.

I am your life exclusively  existing here though

Short lived in excruciating circumstances.

I am your depleted ocean, where the quite ripples

Dazzle under the midnoon sun,from where you take

A handful of water  and pour over your chest;

A sea seeking the depth under  your eyes,

You are my rain, showering chillness on my anguish

Assuaging the torpid insensibility of the soul;

The rain seeking  the stinging throbs of my heart

The rain that assimilate in my sighs and diffuse

Falling in my eyelids; always longing to fall down

Permeating its  heavenly fragrance around me.

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Alas! You rob everything,  you merciless  time,

Stealing the magnifIcent dreams of rainbows

That flourished on the tiny petals of this blossom.

Why did you separate  the tiny heart from its stem

With the ghastly fingers of your hands?

You never cared to behold for a moment

The bleeding eyes, bemoaning at the shattered

Pieces of  the glass beads of desires, gathered

And closely kept in the bosom endearingly…

Though you promised an entire spring for me,

I came  to blossom in you as a tiny flower

And to entice you with my sweet fragrance;

The providence granted me  only a short

Evanascent life, and even then  you

Plundered all of my dexterity and made me

Abortive and worthless, you  abominable time!

VANISHING SPRINGS

VANISHING SPRINGS

In the eyelids of the blossom

Lurks  the anguish left by  a bygone

Spring season, where its joy and passion

Convoked and left  sad reveries.

The manifold cellars of enthralling

remembrances hold in its

Chambers, the romantic moments

That went past through the past  seasons.

Don't you recognize the breeze  that

Carries the sandalwood fragrance

Encircling you, trying to  blot out

the tear drops lurking in your eyes,

By its  erotic embraces and vibrant kisses

All over you, and  on your cheeks

With the frenzy of an avid paramour ?

Love is always  a spasm caused by  the trembling of

An unknown thorn stuck in the heart;

And even when aching, it gives  a comfort

From the honey it drips into the emotions.

You dwell in me, as I diffuse in you

And our  boundary walls softly and gradually

Dissolve into nothingness,  removing the barriers.

If you are away, far away from me

You will  dearly hold me through every moments,

And  will hanker for the dream that brings me to your side.

When there is parting, love will erupt  fiercely

As a wild fire and  invite a typhoon into its midst,

Remaining inside the sinews like a wall of fire.

Love becomes a spring blossoming with tears

In the eyelids, and  without the pangs of love,

Love will wilt like the summer blooms.

WHEN YOU COME

                       

WHEN YOU COME

When you come....

 No words are essential…

No hues  are needed to write my chronicle

Of melodies of love, as   you cast a look into my soul .

Though you know not the impact of such a scene;

Where lay embedded a thousand   desires

Involving infinite  imaginations, idling dormant

Insipid in your heart for long, and longing.

Wherever you are, your heart throbs come to  me

Like the soft breeze in the air, stealing  the

The fragrance  of your hair kept

In the palm of the wind embracing you.

And  when I kiss those petals on buds

Enfolding into a bloom, they turn into a hue

Of pink  softness with the coyness felt of the dulcitude,

As that of your marvelous lips.

I will wait for you under the canopy of the inert night.

As the path you walk through, are adorned by

Countless glow worms, like the yonder stars on the  Milky way.

I will embrace your soul and whisper  into your ears

That you are my beloved ,and will liquefy

                                      In the ecstasy of that immaculate rapture.

UNKNOWINGLY YOURS

               

         

I just dozed off; just dozed off in

The chillness of the rain that came after

When the moon slept after the witching hour.

Remaining in the  the back stage  we were

Adorning our costumes for the play.

And when you came and softly touched my cheek

With the feather of your tender fingers

I was ovewrwhelmed with an unknown

Ecstasy with that caress,  passed

through your lightning fingers into me.

What made you to awken me while I was sleeping?

What prompted you to clasp me close to your chest;

As though you needed to give me something?

To embrace me or kiss me squeezing me into you?

Or was it just to snuggle  me into you with your love?

I have closed into you so much in this birth.

I have deliquesced into you and unisoned.

All unknowingly as my passion was so intense.

It never let me know how it happened.

I CAN...

                            

I can hear the painful groans

Even while I am laughing loudly, in regalement.

I can savour the fragrance, emanating from

An unfurled flower, while it is withering.

I can perceive the semblance of love

Floating above the placid lake in the chasm

Of your dreaming eyes, flickering in my presence;

Even when there is no light.

I can hear in my slumbers, those prayers

Softening and smoothening the megalith obelisks.

I can sit on the throes of lofty waves of anguish

In the ocean, while I fly over them alone.

The filtered vital breath of my life, while it

Enters the caves of my nostrils, I join the

Chorus of melodies of love, that of the Universe,

And sing with all the created beings

In symphony of unique harmony.

FLUTTERING WINGS....

                                 

This is a woman…. And her life!

Like a migratory bird devoid of

The nest of its own to roost every night,

In the company of its mate, in bliss.

Wandering through far distant and strange lands;

Searching for food and a shore for shelter

Across the sea in the trail of those

Who flew that way before her…

Leaving behind the nest that heard her first cry

For the nectar of life, from mother’s breast;

Renouncing the comforting consolations of loved ones

And their affectionate caresses and safety,

Flying away into the boundless horizon.

A migratory bird!

Strange faces, when spotting an unseen land all around,

Bizarre habits of the people and the curious life style;

Life forgetting the dreams, forgotten to see and at last,

Like the wilting flowers of the evening

Ending like the shadows that fade away;

Again revamping a lust for flying again,

Into the plethoric magnitude of the sky,

Leaving behind, a faint flutter of the striving wings.

LIFE PERSONIFIED...

                           






How strange is the platform of life                
That exists with an origin unknown
And whose destination unseen!
We are mere individuals
Jinxed with squint eyes and colour blindness
Unable to decipher the hues of life!

But lo! How vibrant  is the essence of life!
How luminous is the play of colours in our life!
They are a prelude to our vociferous existence.
They add limericks to a derelict mind.
It precipitate to a hackneyed routine.
Are they not the nuances of an incandescent living?
They are a hymn to a life of harmony.
And they emanate from the subtle aura of the soul.

We embark on our sojourn to earth
With spots of red blood,  all over us.
Do they convey an unread message too?
The blue skies and deep ocean denote a truthful vision.
Though the purple fruits of distress hit us quite often.
Green leaves and trees show us the hope of eternal life;
Orange flowers, lend us strength and endurance;
The yellow sun that shines signifies honour and loyalty;
And the black terrain connotes  the ultimate end....

Is  life's premises not  much complicated?
Though it commences with a threat through blood,
And concludes with embellished naught,
Transition of colours from red to black
Epitomises our journey of life.
What a radiant life  we  got to live!