Call It Love?

The ache which had no name
Someone called it love.
The honey which dripped and split
In the earth was called tears.
The mirage with the golden tinge
We called it the imagination.

The bamboo which was cut
And was injured, cried.
And that worthless wooden
Tube was called a flute.

The beautiful clouds wept and
Its color splashed across the sky
It became the rainbow.
And the unforgotten silent music
Which emanated was called the mind.

Withering flowers of life

Love is a flower which withers and falls down
Before it unfurls, out of the tender bud.
It is a smile, liquefying in the incessant waves
Of the ocean of woes and tears.

God created man and woman, in the beginning
With a spirit of contentment and a smile,
As he felt good and happy about it.
Finally he created the emotion of love in the heart
Of man and woman, with a halo of divinity
And purity over that, as a quality.
After that he might have been crying about
His foolishness, and for a moment repented his act.


A poor moth believing it to be a flower
Encounter the flame of a lamp,
And burn out its life.
Whatever the eye has earned in this world,
Is dissolved and perish for ever, by the eyes,
In the sands of time and lost in the ocean of tears.

As a gift...

My blossom! Did the raindrops affix
Kisses on your cheeks?
Did you hear the chirping of a bird
As nectar, in your ears?
Condensation of a flaxen dream,
Is caressing me unknowingly;
An agony called love is glowing
Unextinct inside your heart.
A refrain, emanated from a violin
Dulcify the distressed spirit.

You have become my music;
In each word of that lyric.
A thousand tinges I see
In your endearing look.
When you clasp me to your bosom
Like the life of your life,
Nights are becoming a night
And flowers turn to a real flower.


Aren’t you the blossom of my heart?
Aren’t you the cloying memory of my life?

With unheard foot steps,
Without the awareness of the
Witnessing starlets in heaven,
Untouched, by the caressing haze
On your eyelashes,
Without shedding, even a pearl from
Your enchanting lips, a word,
On your way to my side;
Unobstructed by the entwining wines
Sodden with the morning dew on the path…

Will you come to me in a chariot of rain petals,
With the tinkling coquetry of your bangles?
As a gift in a platter of feathers, for a moment,
To enrich my eternal reminiscences

like a candle under.....

I soften as a candle under the flame;
Amorphous, when I remember you…
Like the thread of the raindrops from heaven,
From a melody, long forgotten in the mind;
Like the faraway asterisk of another birth
Yet to commence; for you and for you alone.

As the shadow of the rain clouds in the moist eyelids
Brimming over by fond memories of yester years,
Some where in the distance, a lonely nightingale
Call its mate singing the tune of a dulcet of love.

In the hour, when an evening cloud is singing
A melody, filled with the ecstasy of parting,
Mingled with the fervent aspiration of the next morn,
Peering arduously on the face of the sea
From its lofty, heights, in amoroso

Are you, pouring out all your love for me
As a bush of roses, in tranquility; in silence?
Have you forgotten the exotic world of dreams,
Diffusing its glory in splendour into your mind?
Where is the peacock that danced
In your mind, with all its plumes spread out,
When the rain clouds appeared.in the yonder?
I am gifting away my heart as a whole
To you unknowingly, my dearest!

A sort of a dream...

Is Truth, a thing which has to be sought?
Trailing through lengthy, complicated
And mysterious paths, and thus discovered?

The truth is, it is found by treading through
True straight paths and the paths are of Truth.
No need to waste time and energy to find the
Turnings, the pitfalls, the hillocks and hollows
In the road, leading to the Truth.
Travel the straight, broad road and
It will lead to truth and Truth alone;
Because that road, terminates there only

Why the populace of the earth can’t conceive
And adopt it, in their quest for Truth?
Get rid of your doubts; let your mind
Become clear as a crystal, as the placid water.
No mud or moss should obliterate it.
Undulated, purified eyes, looking straight.
Walking straight and steadily, both hands extended.
After a while, Truth will takeover and reach you
In a state of eternal bliss; a state of resilience!
You will find your hands filled with flowers of
Love, permeating heavenly fragrance;
And when you move with that love,
It will transform you as Truth.
TRUTH incarnated!

Your attire should be of humility.
You will see that all creations
Dance before you in intense pleasure!
Fragrance of love emanate from you;
Greed will fall and die before you;
Wings of egotism will wither down;
Jealousy will flee away and then you realize
You have reached the Kingdom of Truth.

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My angel…

Tell me your tales, my sweetest bloom of love
Afloat in the lagoon of my lone heart.
Drops of sadness lurks in your lashes
Of half closed eyes as in an oyster...
Aren’t you the droplet of my dreams,
The gorgeous heroine of my still unpainted saga?
You came yesterday, as a devotee
To the hermitage of my love.

How many evening have liquefied
To brush your cheeks so pink.
Making it to blush and flush?
How much depth of bluishness from its heart,
The ocean has embellished in your eyes?
You have never known the passage of time
Of rains, of summer, of springs, and sunshine.
A fairy in sleep, underneath the canopy of Deodars
Of heaven, where the gods relax.
Whose golden chariot you are
Mounting in your thoughts?
Whose love you are seeking now, in your mind?
Your fragrance pervade around here
As the scent, of the flower in the breeze….