Vanishing fairy…

Could it be the heaven descending to this terra firma?
Could it be a dream, spreading
Its flamboyant plumes, in reality?
Or all gorgeous creations of God
Have diffused together to form
The image of a woman, in real life,
And appearing as one entity incarnated?

The blooms dance in mirth when the honey
Beetle hovers over them, with lust in their hearts.
And miles of smiles rollick in their lips.
I am gliding in the frenzy of an inebriety
Aimlessly, without the knowledge of my body and mind.
Clouds that tranquil the lofty hills in their laps,
Embrace and hug the clouds for their fragrance.
Come my beloved, floating over the chilly ripples,
To my side and enfold me in your love!

Death…

Death is not an event, which waits for
Anyone, to attain seventy, or eighty.
Along with the moment of the first cry
Announcing your arrival into this world
We kick start the indicator of time, to get moving.

We are an isle surrounded by death.
We can complete or fulfill naught.
Even our love life will not be complete.
The sword of Damocles is hanging above our head.
In death, do we enter a timeless, space less tunnel?

When thoughts, desires, consciousness freeze,
When thoughts become stills on the screen of the mind,
Time also vanish along with it,
The screen becomes a blank,
The projector of the mind stands still.
A spark emerges like a drop, into our being
Into our silence, into that eternity,
And we taste the sweetness of the spirit!
That is attainment, freedom from all bondage,
Liberty and divine love!

For you…

When the feather touch of your fingers
Dab my moist cheeks, sitting near me.
My soul always inundate with the nectar you accord.
The lurid radiance you breed in my mind with your love
Immerse me in the timid dreams I own,

The couplet, I write to day comprise the moods and sentiments
Of the soft, selfless, sacred love you have for me.
Let it come out as a song, a prelude, an overture
An aria, a rhythm and the symphony may fill the universe,
With the harmony, of its cadence...

The smile, like buds bursting into flowers,
On your bejeweled lips, are always
Spreading, its fragrance, in my imagination.

If perchance, we could never meet again in our life,
While pursuing the unknown regions of our survival,
I implore you to keep your tears unshed
In the memory of an unfulfilled, incomplete
Idyllic correlation of our love, existed within us.

Through births and rebirths my mind is seeking you,
To make you my eternal soul mate;
Among the droplets sustained in that deep blue sky,
And in the emerald depths of the roaring ocean,
In the dew sodden radiance of the moonlight,
In the miraculous glee of a blooming bud,
My psyche is rifling through, to reach you.
No one can croon a lullaby to the memories
Of life, which squirms in the spirit.