The eternal angle…

When you plant your flag of triumph
On the pinnacle of hate, I will call you out,
And ask you one question.
“Tell me now, do you love me truly.”

If the reply is an emphatic “No”,
You have lost from loving me, as
It was a challenge, all through your life.
If your answer is “Yes”, again you
Lose in hating me, which I really
Wanted you to believe, was my desire.

Even before any such answers, I have
Failed already, in my relation with you.
When I lied, ”I don't love you.”
Because it was more than love, that I felt inside.



When you parted and ditched me
I never wanted to abandon you.
And hence I failed miserably…
The eternal desire!

The moon probe: CHANDRAYAN…

Opening the gates of the towers of light,
Once upon a time man walked in.
Mother Nature of the universe stood empty handed
To accost him at a reception, in honour.
While cooling off, after falling in the lagoon
Of empty space, as a splinter from the sun,
The earth woke up from its slumber.
It gathered living cells from the atmosphere
And adorned them, for meioses and evolution.
.
In those early days man commenced creating
Artifacts; wondrous and elegant architecture,
Sculptures, edifices and palaces of magnificence..
He made cities renowned for its artistic handwork,
Temples and churches of perfect artworks.
Mohen-jadaro, Harappa, Indus Valley Civilization,
Mayans, Aztecs, Incas, and many more.
Great men, great emperors and empires.,
Walked this earth and enriched it with wealth.
Prosperity in every field where human efforts
Were directed, and channeled for progress.
Earth turned to be an abode of plenty and immortal.
Imaginations flared and grew wings to fly.

When the earth flourished with wealth
The sun enraged at the sight with envy.
The Venus, the preceptor of Asuras , showed
Its reddish eye with wrath in its mind.
One of those days while circling the earth
The moon asked a blessing from Mother Goddess:
”Send these humans once to this desolate place;
Let them make this as another world like earth.”
And that desire and dream is being fulfilled today!

A fairy!

She casts a spell while walking around.
The earth vibrates with pleasure when she
Puts her treads on the velvety grass and
That thrill causes the flowers to bloom...
When that happens, the soul of the thorns
Rejoices, and change into blossoms.
The nature strings them together
To make a garland and adorn them,
And a marvelous garden is created…

The sky and earth pay tribute to her seductiveness,
As she affix the seven colours of her charm,
Pouring over the rainbow, to make it alluring.
When she smiles, pearls scatter all around.
And those precious pearls transforms into
Resplendent stars, spangling the firmament.
When that happens and hits the core of
The heart, each day become a charming night,
With dazzling stars studded on the bluish veil.
She is my beloved, waiting for me
Far away in my land of sweet dreams...
.

Honeymooning!

“Why are you teasing me before
I finish narrating to you, my maidens?”

“When it was dusk, didn’t you takeover
The splendour of the sky into your countenance,
Thinking of a sensual, sleepless night?”

“Didn’t the bangles, dingle like bells peeling,
At midnight, when you blew off the small lamp,
In the flower bedecked chamber, before sleeping?”

“Didn’t a rainbow glisten on your timid cheeks,
When the door of the bedchamber was closed?”

“Didn’t you reprimand and censure the rooster,
When it crowed early in the morning?”

“Come on my friends, this time is precious.
We can not afford to waste it, with our empty words.
This is a delightful time, fragrant with sweet passions,
Of an ever remembered, night of honeymoon.
The spring has arrived, can’t you just hear
The impassioned moments, calling you?”

“I know, if I keep tight lipped, you will make me,
Tell you everything that happened, with me;
And once I tell you, you will start taunting me!
Impossible to spend my hours with you like this,
I am baffled and fed up, my dearest friends.”…

A Porter’s Rest…

A Porter's Rest...

You will find a porter’s rest, still in remote villages;
Reminding you, of the Stonehenge of Britain.
A thing of the past on which you put down the load
On your head, take rest, reload and proceed.
Among humans also, you will find porter’s rest.
You download your grief for a while
Take relief, console, and carry again on your lonely paths.
The moments you took rest are so precious;
It lingers in your memory, for a long time.
The fragrance accompanies you, in your long journey
To the market place, the grave,
Where you barter your burden, you carried till there,
For an after life... you imagine will be eternal rest.

Though lifeless, the image assume life and shape
Of humans, you conspire, you love, you believe,
Take them as your companion in your sojourn,
Adore, embrace, become one, and share
The burden between the two.
The yoke becomes light; the burden turns to flowers,
Its fragrance emanates throughout your life,
And becomes, a boundless bliss.
A friend, a beloved; the porter’s rest!

THANK YOU!

A big thank you, for
Whatever you have given me…..

The broken piece of pottery you have very
Graciously presented me,
From your unbreakable, sturdy mind,
You keep unblemished.
A tiny fragment of a peacock’s feather, you gave,
Preserved all the while, in your arithmetic book;
For having showed me, a blind alley with crooked
Bends, from the manifold paths of your emotions;
For a prickle, you severed from among the midst
Of lush foliage, flowers and ripened fruits;
Of your thoughts, and handed over to me...

And for a shard of black cloud from
The dreams, blossomed by rainbows,
In your implacable heart….

I am thankful and my mind,
Overwhelms with gratitude.

Longings….

If I could become a dream of golden feathers;
A dream, embraced and kissed by the heaven above,
I would have come with a divine bliss in my spirit
To the hermitage, where you lie, spread eagle.
Every night into your boudoir, on the coach of eiderdown,
Ornate with the choicest flowers of the earth,
And anoint you with celestial fragrance,
Borrowed from the angels of the yonder,
And assuage the coveted longings in you heart….

If I could become the eternal thirst of your soul;
The passions in your reticent imaginations,
I would have poured, the amorous aphrodisiac
Of my soul, in its delirium, on your tenderness,
Capering and prancing before you, every night.

My bard, if I could be a melody, a strain in your lute,
A rhythm, elicited while fondled by your tender fingers,
I would have asked you, flower bedecked nights for me,
When our imaginations and passions might mingle
And merge in unison, become fruitful, and fulfilled
Through the songs, I will ever sing for you…

On that day…

Whilst touching the door of my soul…
Filling ecstatic nectar in my life,
And never telling ‘no’, in resentment;
Cheeks moistened with tears or perspirations,
Overwhelming with compassion,
Smelling of poignant anxiety in the eyes,
Smiling with the inner sense of a flower,
Spurting ambrosia in the psyche…

Uninformed, stunned, and unwavered I was,
As I saw you standing on the threshold,
With honey, in the blossom of your heart
Unflinching, with an unfading gleam;
A radiance of the sunshine in the look,
A winsome endearing beam on the lips,
A bashful mien in the demenour…
I was carried over to Elysium,
The haven of my dreams,
From this terra-firma…

I see that in my languor,
Through all the rest of distance,
Seeking the solemn softness of
Your innocuous innocence,
In the charming grace of your image,
Engraved in my heart;
And make them the delight of
My days and nights
I am in wait for you to come,
And soothe my fretful moments…

Heart aches...

That evening, when I bid farewell to you,
I could discern the love ablaze in your eyes;
Crying with its mute twinge of the soul, flowing out
As tear drops, through the corners of your eyes.
However you tried in vain, to contain those tears,
The stream of intense passion came out;
As a cascade of nectar, breaking its waves
Flailing in my heart, with its torrent of despair.
My pulsating lips, stole the honey drops from
The trembling eyelids, while the moans
Of sobbing grief, you rubbed into my chest,
As blossoms, of kisses, incessantly...

In that gloaming, while remaining in the cloister of your
Unfulfilled aspirations, erupted rue sodden sighs…
Playfully we laughed, amused in mirth, wrangled in love,
Teased each other, hugged later, and embraced to become
One, in the emerging dreams of our excitement.
In the moonlight of our tingle, we smothered
And savored, the cloying lasciviousness, of our heart.

In the furnace, of this mid-summer night, solitude
Brings the vacillating memories, of that night, into me.
Like a green canopy over my head, chilling, and filling sweetness.
I melt in that rapture, and then again search your moistened eyes.
Do not cry my love! Never fill those eyes with your sniveling.
The aches in your heart by the absence
Will soon end; I am on my way to your presence….
.

One for the road…

Whoever goes, whoever continues…?
Let us each pour one more for the road!
When the cap and the bottle
Move apart quarreling,
Do you hear the tightening
Of the strings of our nerves, in our ears?
The exit door opens to a gully,
But we will reach the crowded street, too soon
After eight or nine paces, from there.

We two are more than a crowd
For celebrating this festival.
This is in fact, an orgy of friendship.
Give that cigarette after
Three more puffs, to me.
Why don’t you lick on this pickle?
I tasted it; but it’s too hot!
Do not look at your watch in this dim light,
Like the moon stooping into the clouds.
The smoke in this room conceals every thing.
Do not get away before long, thinking and
Worrying, about unfinished chores at home.
Though you laugh now, and not looking at me straight.

Oh! Ignore that tiff at the next table,
And, the altercations, along with it.
And the isolated song, inebriated on
A single beer, he had till now...
Leave it, and do not care about
That sign over the counter admonishing
Singing loudly; I can’t tolerate such cautions!

You should never imagine that
Your partner has no sense, after three rounds.
I can also hear the tumult of the dead ones,
Quite clearly in my ears, now, just as you.
Can also, see their pale faces, tottering here.
Hey! If I said anything superfluous,
Do one thing for me; you can just edit it.
It is alright, I can go alone. See I can walk steadily!...

Mislaid heavens!

Mislaid heavens! You have given me
A throne of plaintive domain, a broken one,
Where groans are whisking from all sides.
The smiling sky with the rainbow of love
Has disintegrated and wandered away from me…

She dried up my tears with her heart-touch
Writing radiant dreams in my eyes;
Thrusting ravishing poesy in my lips,
Transformed as a withered flower under my treads,
In the lonely path, of my poignant sentiments…

Sleep! Shattered dreams, and dissipated desires.
Do not kindle insipid cloying passions any more.
Do not uncork my enthralling philter.
Sleep now; fall down and sleep; efface your memory.
In the cloister of this forlorn life
Mute feelings are effusive, but useless.
Days of blooming laughter and amusement are prologues,
And foreshadows in the journey to desolation!
Don’t cry, my heart! Do not saunter seeking dreams.
For dreams are meaningless; urges and desires
Are only nuances of the self obsessed greed, in the mind!

Lone Moments…

The acquiescent delight in the heart meekly exhaled,
Is seeking you, as the stream, for the ocean;
Like the brook hugging the sandbank, meander
By kissing the shores, then swells into a river
In its thrust to reach the Ocean, finally
Become roaring waves, accosting you.

My dearest, I tender my veneration as tears…
My homage, brimming from the heart as droplets
Of my blood, deliquescent with my love!
Tears, as flowers of spasm, of my pain.
From the forsaken life you have gifted me…
And sighs, of the bleeding heart, in anguish.

I remember the day, when you came to me
With your amiable smirk, and entered
The depth of my soul, with a big bang.
Reminiscing those moments, I lie down,
Whimpering in solitude, on my bed.
Words stutter in the breast, eyes wandering
In the horizon, illegible mutterings;
Quivering lips, groans soaked in tender love;
Fizzy desires, flash floods in the eyes shedding
Remorseful rhapsodies, moments closing the eyelids;
Wavering emotions, asinine thoughts;
Pearls of sweat, sprouting on the fainting frame,
Embracing grief; rare moments of sweet tears of the psyche;

Rapture filled showers of raindrops
Causing magnificent rainbows, in sentiments;
Passions immersing in wingless consciousness;
Radiant countenance filling with love, from
The shedded leaves of memory of life, are throbbing;
Out flowing strains of pleasure from the flourishing love
Of the mind, inside a world of dreams,
Are fading away, with the immobile ecstasy in my memory…..

Forlorn memoirs…

Your mind learned lessons of Love;
Does that love, induce an ecstasy in you?
Your mind yearned for the desires to come true.
Are you content now, having attained your dreams?
Your laughter contended with flowers;
You filled me with nectar, from your lips
A thousand rebirths fled away from my soul.
Beads of perspiration on your breast,
Changed into a pearl necklace, for me.
Your love was never blemished with lust;
It was a transcendental euphoria
In the inner temple of the soul;
An evolution of cherished dreams,
Which flowered in our past re-births.

Dreams, still unwilling to fade away are
Broken platters, of the unforgetting mind...
You have become a woeful reminiscence
Bawling in desolation, inside me…

Light in search of a lamp…

The light is rummaging for a lantern,
And the lamp is seeking the light.
Both are groping in the darkness,
A search, for one another.

The imbecile, lights a torch at mid-day
To observe his surroundings,
As the desires, are craving for fulfillment.
The river and water separate when it reaches the sea;
Grief and agony sever away from the soul
When the last breath of life, is exhaled.
In the empty desert of great expectations,
The lonely horn-bill of the mind, yearns
For the rain cloud, of happiness.
Spring bids farewell to the blossoms in the garden
And fragrance, deserts the flowers.
A cage is lamenting for the nightingale
Who fluttered away into the deep blue sky,
Liberating, from imprisonment.

Life is flowing like a stream; in it
The ripples assume the shape of our imagination.
Like the ocean of our hopes and desires,
The sea beckons, the stream, from afar.
Enter the mansion of tiny little dreams
Adorn a little smile on the lips;
Bury yourself in the warmth of oblivion.
Aspire for those dreams to come true...

VOGUE

…
This aeon is treacherous;
An age of strife, evil and wickedness
We see only masked faces
Turning our life into masquerades;
Feigned smiles, convincing flatteries,
Fetish beliefs, false promises;
All carrying a shackle attached to their ankles.
High- octane thoughts, high pitched laughter,
{“Like the crackling of thorns, under a pot”},
High-speed affability, pretending hypocrites;
Hyperbolic utterances, simulated snobbishness.

When man loves another man
God is taking birth in their minds.
When he starts hating another,
HE dies in the mind, and HE is buried!

On the sacrificial stone at the alter
Of unseen fate, the Time has placed man
As a sacrifice; his limbs tied up and
The guillotine may come down, any moment..
Truth has been chasing the dumb shadows
Of falsity, and myth always, in vain.

Time is a torrent and in the deluge, the desires
Plunge and surmount, rambling and drifting
In a quandary, as in a Jacuzzi.
We may believe that the quaint horizon is at hand
Yet, when we near it, it becomes distant.
That is the horizon of our desires!

Transcending lives…

I got dressed up and sat near
The window of my chamber,
Looking out for something
I was not sure about!

A thousand recollections crowded
In the mind, smoothening with the balm
Of a golden feather touch, from heaven
Consoling the desirous psyche.

Unquenched desires, sobbed inside,
Hearkening each flutter, in the silent air
And the sound of each dry leaves, falling down.
Eagerness up-surging; emotions riding the tide
Darkening the mind;…rain splashing down.
The ice cube in the mind, melting, and
Tears running down the cheeks.

In imbroglio, extinguishing myself
As a golden flame, panting before
The sigh of a tiny breeze.
Yet, I smell the scent of a bloom
Flowing in from the unknown distant future
Transcending our present lives,
Hovering over my sorrowful heart….