A BLOSSOM OF SUNSHINE

    A BLOSSOM OF SUNSHINE

In the words which I coveted to pronounce

Did you ever find in it, the honey that

You sought to imbibe.

Those uttered words filled with sweet love

Desired to soar up like a butterfly

The heart coveted to spread its wings,

The blossoms also yearned to fly like the butterflies

The tender whisper of your love diffuse

In my ears the sweet pang of affection.

I am waiting with thirst in my heart to

Imbibe the sacred water of your love,

You will pour in to the palm of my hand.

The nature has spread a canopy

Over us, for the consummation of our love.

I was waiting for this luscious moment in my life

That could bring the tingle in your bosom

Like a garland of jasmine buds .

The ecstatic soul suspiring to pour

The honey, beckoning you to come

Into the meadow, where the moonlight

Has blossomed and whispering into your soul...

WHO IS IN CHARGE

WHO IS IN CHARGE?

Heaven and hell remains 

On both sides of 
Time - 
An ocean!

Which side is heaven? 
Here or on the other side
Of this uncharted ocean of epoch? 
A riddle!

If humans were created by god, 
I have a question,
For Him to answer me truthfully!
“Why did you give this island of mud, 
In the sea of poignant tears, 
To us, in the Beginning?”

If we were created by the Devil, 
Let me ask him only once, 
A very pertinent information!
“What made you to come to heaven 
And offer us a fruit, and tempt us to eat it; 
To throw us away?
Into this macabre ocean, of woes and grief?”

We know, both of you will keep mute,
Because you never thought, humans
Are that adept, to adapt to this Mother Nature;
And question the purity of your intentions.
Instead you were making us guinea pigs,
For your amusement, and enjoyment.
And still your mirth continues, with a sinister look.
We toil, starve, weep, grope, curse and perish!
You have also become helpless like us, now… 

Let us both look at each other and amuse! 

TEMPEST OF LIFE

                           




When and where do you find
Happiness in our small life?
When do you find agonizing grief?
When the illusion of dreams disseminate,
What is the significance and implication,
Of desires?
Ambitions?
Aspirations?
Where is frustration?
Where is ecstasy?

We learn to smile through weeping and crying!
We learn to walk by stumbling down many a times!
We become adept in forgetting, and ignoring.
Through lessons, in loving others.
And learn to betray and deceive also by
Defrauding our very own conscience, and values.

Where is truth?
Where is enlightenment?
Where is darkness?
Where is affection and sincerity?
How can we discern the light of the dawn or dusk,
When a curtain of smog, has befallen before us?

When we walk under the hot sunlight
We covet for a cool shade for refuge.
And while resting there, we forget the intensity
Of the heat, in the cruel rays of the summer sun.
We always forget ourselves in our shelter,

And inadvertently enter the sea of unhappiness
To drown in desperation, grief and woes…

ETHEREAL MELODIES.

 ETHEREAL  MELODIES.

Somewhere in the month of January

When the nature was under the canopy

Of a haze that came down from the lofty hills,

You entered as a tiny reverie, with a handful of

Pretty white blossoms, like a tear in 

The swollen eyes, of the moist mind.

That day even our shadows leaned

On the rain sodden wings of my mind;

And you listened through the dreams

The tunes my fingers strived to figure out.

Let us share the woes of a pretty butterfly

Scorching its wings, on the flame of baffling afflictions.

You perched in my soul, as a tear swelled eye;

Even your snigger rained out, on the swishing

Sea of my heart, densely on that day.

Then I waddled into the music that rolled out

Of your mouth in its cadence,

Turning it into a celestial ensemble.

I will emerge now looming like the morning sun

In the valley of the blooming dawn

And remain there for eternal moments....

LET'S LAUGH

LET’S LAUGH…

My mind takes you in with every word

Dropped from thy lips

I anticipate the moment

I gain access to your soul.

I love the pain you speak;

It mirrors my own..

You tell it so beautifully

I feel I've finally gained control of

The demon that haunts us both,

Drowns in our company

Under this new light, this moonlight...

We finally conquer them all

I hesitate no more and reveal my true self

You do the same and promise no more games...

Our past lives were lame

Now new lives we claim

We laugh together, then cry together

Then we laugh once again

MORNING GLORY

              



            MORNING GLORY….

In the silent chorus of dawn

I bask in the glow

Of your last embrace

And on the paving stones

Of longing, I tread impatiently

Towards our next encounter.

Your gift nestles proud

Between my breasts, intertwined

Pearls of love, and light.

While nature wraps

Her grief with artfulness

In the lustre of a gemstone

PAINT ME A PICTURE

                                                                                            

PAINT ME A PICTURE

Paint me a picture,

won't you?

Of not any images,

but words that trickle

out of your lips.

The light that shines

in your eyes,

in the dark hours.

A picture of love and

its tender shower.

The unsaid vows that

beat in the hearts.

The warmth that you

give to my veins.

The tingle in the spine,

the blush on my

cheeks.

The aura around me,

that on me,

you bestowed.

The moment, when the

heart missed a beat,

and the window left open,

Through which my

heart flew away

to you.

The moment, when I lost

myself,

and found us.

Paint me a picture, won't you...

of the unexplained feelings

and the unleashed emotions?

But don't pick up the brush,

and don't mix colours in your

palette and don't you look

for a bare canvas...

Paint on my heart, my soul

and my skin...

The colours of your love

 and let me be totally

tinted by your hues...

Paint on me a picture,

unseen by others...

Won’t you?

The colours of you...

and let me be totally

tinted by your hues...

Paint on me a picture,

unseen by others...

won't you?

                

THESE ARE A FEW OF MY FAVOURITE THINGS

THESE ARE A FEW OF MY FAVOURITE THINGS!

I hate highbrows and hypocrites.

But love white cladded maidens

On their way to church, on a Sunday.

I like fast Cars and fast drivers;

But hate to travel in a public transport bus;

And travel to the end of the world with a companion

Who shares the same interest with me.

I like to eat the lunch from a pack

Bound in banana leaf, with curd and lime pickle

On top of cooked rice and French fried potato in coconut oil;

Walk through lush green paddy fields

In the morning sun and a chilling breeze.

Listen to love songs of yester years,

Brimming with innocent and vibrant love.

Read space and science fictions

And spy thrillers and crime stories.

I like those who dislike me,

Like Remya, who nailed me on the cross,

And pray “Father, she knows not what

She is doing; forgive her trespass.”

 Kunjubi

A MIGRATORY BIRD

A MIGRATORY BIRD

I wish if the lamp could  extend its wick a little more
To brighten  and give a little more light
Just to ward off  the darkness that pervade
Masking the mind ,from disintegrating.
And tranquilise my weary dreams collapsing
In the alleys of the merciful darkness.
You have come to the rainsodden nest
Of my heart , without me knowing it
And roosted there like the migrating bird.
You went away without telling me
At a most delicate and subtle moment
On a day that was filled with ecstasy
And inexplicable felicity beaming around.
Do you feel the quivering  of a painful feather
On one of your splendored wings now?
Like a glistening dandy pearl resting in the mist,
That is blotted away by the morning daylight,
You diffuse as an ache from a sore wound
On the  walls of my soul from that desolate moment.
A dolorous and despondent melancholy permeates..............

TOGETHER

TOGETHER

The world outside looks so big to me

I'm only eight weeks old you see

I belong to this beautiful mom who loves me.

I curl under  her long big ear as she sleeps

Her hand holds onto my paw as I watch her sleep

Golden curls that bounce as she walks

A smile that lights up when she talks.

If I look sad it's because I am now

I'm feeling worried.

She loves me loads 

I know she does, she wouldn't go and leave me

My mom cried, when I said goodbye, but 

I was a brave little kitten

I know one day God will send my mom

But today I know, I am in her safe hands.

Mother is only one 

She is every where for every one

Only the appearance of mother maybe changed..

But her color of mother hood remains the same.

O' oh here she is running down the path,

She's looking straight at me

OOPS! mind the pot on the window sill 

Don't want to knock that off

One jump, and I'm heading for the door 

As I hear her footsteps 

She does love me, I knew she did, but 

I had my doubts to be sure.

How warm it feels in her loving arms 

As she makes a fuss of me

My mom would be so happy 

If she could see me now

I was the last one to leave her you see, 

No one wanted me

Now I'm here with all the love 

A little cat could ever see.

ONCE UPON A TIME

                        



                        ONCE UPON A TIME



Once upon a time, some one came this way

Peddling  dreams embittered by tears.

Seeking this earth, he wandered  through

The island  of Love, carrying a message from Paradise,


He presented those sweet melodies to this

Evergreen planet for its folks to sing - his epistles.

He kept waiting for someone on the lonely shores

Of the deep blue sea, whose endless distress

Mingled with the  yonder sky, waiting interminably.

Gazing at the  wandering clouds carrying errands

Filled with rapturous ecstasy of  love to the  heavens;

All the while clinging to the star spangled  galaxies.


He filled his goblets,muzzling his ambrosial memories

Through every pubs of the night, kept open with

Its undying flames for its inmates, many a times..


Your memory is dripping down  in the seven notes

Of music incessantly  and eternally -

About the stranger who came once upon a time…

NECTAR

                                           NECTAR

Did you ever find the honey that

You sought to imbibe, in the words

I coveted to pronounce?

Those uttered words filled with sweet love,

Desired to soar up like a butterfly, as

The heart coveted to spread its wings, and

The blossoms yearned to fly with them.

The tender whisper of your love, diffuse

In my ears,  the sweet passion of affection.

I am waiting with ardour in my heart to

Imbibe the sacred water of your love,

You will pour in to the palm of my hand.

The nature has spread a canopy

Over us,  for the consummation of our love.

I was waiting for this luscious moment in my life,

That could bring the tingle in your bosom,

Like a garland of jasmine buds.

The ecstatic soul suspiring to pour

The honey, beckons you to come

Into the meadow, where the moonlight

Has blossomed and is whispering into your soul...

~.Kunjubi    04 Nov. 2014

A BUNDLE OF MEMOIRS

                                                        

                  A  BUNDLE OF MEMOIRS

Which is that passion that hasten to

Turn into clouds and drip down as a rain?

Which is that note that  remains in the heart

As a gossamer emotion of a  sentiment?

Love blossoms as a  poem as the breeze

fondles the  passions with a finger touch.

Many a dawn saw me sitting down

Veiled by the morning mist, despondently

Remembering those sunny moments we had

Together, when you and me were  neighbours.

Now the resplendent evening,  whispers

Into my  ears that we both  have become

Victims of separation from our beloveds.

I used to sit under the Gulmohur trees ablaze

With fiery blossoms at  the entrance of Spring

Thinking of you, and engrossed in reveries.

The Providence  has decreed  that we should

Never  be together as we desired, and thus

We had to part, carrying the rucksack

Of our memoirs, tread in our own paths

and occasionally lick

Them like a dog licking its wounds.

INVITATION

                                 



                                

                         INVITATION

Come my beloved.. the weather is changing now

The sandalwood showering moonlight will fade now.

Remove the facade of your veil and allow me

To see your face and my yearning will be tranquilized.


'Call her, my friends! ,let her come here


And her presence will relieve me from

The malady affecting me now.
.
If you are not coming, just send me a letter

At least, so that I can feel better with

Your adoring message for the time being.

Do hold the tresses of your dress, lest it should

Fall off and obliterate your face;

And I won't be able to enjoy the splendour.

The moon light that enter in my courtyard

Will leave tomorrow if you are not here


The arrogant wind that blows through your house

May bring the dust and cover my face then.

My Darling.. fall in love with someone

And your life will change its direction and

You will realize the beauty of love then.

SHE IS MINE

                                              SHE IS MINE....

 Words flee when I try to depict the beauty of my beloved.

Immaculate, soul stirring..

You may also praise her at  the  sheer sight of her.

Still to find another fairy more fairest than  her now.

She is:

Like the beauty portrayed in the Ajanta  Mural paintings..

The bewitching spell in her eyes..

Like the sweet scented melody..

As the heavenly philharmony floating in the firmament

Enrapturing and enervating the senses..

Like the sandal fragranced moon light

That beams down on a full moon day..

A garden in full bloom in the Spring..

Like the first  radiant ray of the  morning sun..

A captivating, eyeful statue made by the Creator

Carved out of sandalwood..

Or from the  finest alabaster of Italy;

Is it the moon shining there on her face

I  can not make out  the truth.

Like a flower ever fresh and unwilted;

Like a beautiful GHAZAL or the eye of the Ghazal;

A bud of the Lotus in the Mansarovar

Or the  incarnated imagination of the soul;

A  splendid dream with its  magnificent interpretation

It's like the  never ending story in the

"Thousand and One nights"...

A medley of realities and imaginations;

A countenance unique in all aspects;

The forehead resembling that of an  elephant;

A body vanquishing the butter, melting at my touch...

I cannot cast away my eyes from her eyes anymore,

They invite me to  drink from those  goblets

filled with the wine of her love, intoxicating me.

She looks down with coy meekness;

She looks up towards heaven in prayer..

Her glances  up and down captivate the earth and

The sky together  as Narcissus.