Of human affinities!

Affinity! Affinity of love
Undulating mental bonds!
Always on the trail, following our life…
Infinite, boundless and endless
Magnetic waves, surpassing birth and deaths;
Encompassing all sentiments and emotions,
Sometimes trespassing on the values of life;
Meeting, and then separating with a yearning
And longing in the soul, to meet again.

We are lone travelers, born as orphans at our birth,
Seeking a wayside inn to rest, in this travail.
Even our meaningless dreams we shared
Are so sacred, hallowed, and devoted;
We identify that and recognize each other by the
Fragrance of our soul, through every re-births.
We are so pure and innocent in our souls,
And that bestow the dexterity to acknowledge them.

Fragrance…

How great will be the dreams
Of these jasmine flowers?
Which carry so much of
Munificent fragrance in it.
How charming will they be
In the glow of the evening sun,
When the sky unfurls its
Seductive smiles at them?
The dreams of those flowers
Will be smooth and softer
Than the smoothness of
The flower itself.
It will be glossy than the silky
Threads of the moonlight
Dripping from up above .

I share all the secrets in my soul,
With my ever delicate dreams.
That is the perfume of love
Spreading inside my mind,
Without, my awareness.
Does the flower ever
Know of its fragrance!

So long…

The crescent moon has disappeared into
The pale light, of the Milky Way.
It loomed as an indistinct shadow around.
A tragic lassitude in tears remained in the distance
With a sword, and the tumult of thunder nearby.
The nightingale sang a tune in melancholy.
Like a rose, the memories of past life
Was lying in the lap of the mind.
In a night when the stars were in slumber,
When the midnight koel was humming,
I was standing outside your window
In the hope of seeing, your charming image.
Alone I waited and waited till the early dawn
And in despair,of not even hearing your treads,
I retreated with dismay in the heart.
You have drifted away from me into
A strange and motley domain;
Leaving me in the murk, to grope,
Where no stars shine; no beacon to direct.
I did spread my dreams under your feet,
And you tread on them so harshly.
How many desires we wanted to hatch out?
How many dreams, we aspire will bloom?
Not even one desire could bloom;
Not a spike of grain could we harvest;
When can I hope to see you again
In this world of gloom, you have made for me?

Prisoner…

What is that which makes you a prisoner?
Not the iron shackles on your hands,
Not the ropes which binds you tight,
Not the wooden cage you live in;
But the comforts you discover through gold and wealth,
And with the women and children you possess.
That makes you a prisoner and convict!

They are very smooth chains, yet they bind you
Like the Lilliputian’s on Gulliver.
Is it possible to break these chains?
And escape from the alluring charms of life?
Comforts, repose, desires, lust, greed, avarice,
Jealousy, selfishness, ego, violence and malice.
We play with them in life, in our imagination.
They will sweep us away, in the torrent,
Spreading, in all directions of our life.
We float above the flood, through lives
And generations, through ages.
A prisoner sentenced to life!
We live under the spell of these images.
We hate to accept them as dreams;
But continue sleeping in its comforts.

Your smiles…

If once you smile, the lustre of the full moon
Will brim, and overflow in my reminiscence.
If once you smile looking at me, kisses
Will cascade into my golden dreams, and my memories.
We have only one desire among us!.

The rapturous shuddering you created,
Inside of my inside, by your heart touch,
Is being recited, in my soul, persistently.
Even when you are far away from me.

Even if I reach the paradise,
The spring season, in my surrounds,
Always go with me, in my dreams.
And your countenance will always bloom there.
We have only one ardent aspiration!

You have become a serene happiness in my life
My love! My passion! My sensuality!
The morning song I chant in the dawn,
And the strain I hum in the dusk.
A shower of nectar from heaven on this earth!

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…

In wait…

I waited alone in the storm of yester night, and in the rain,
Sitting in the isle, melting every moment,
With all my resources, I kept for you.

I will still wait, in this boiling heat, of the sun
In this evaporating isle of my life,
With my doleful sentiments,
Until you come and rescue me
From drowning in this quandary.

I perceive the countenance of passion.
It is smudged!
I hear the voice of the thirst for love.
It is grueling!
I see the corpse of dreams,
I visualize the hue of grief;
It is all swarthy, and hideous!

Who is standing there in that gloomy loneliness?
Holding a lamp, flickering in the wind,
Cautiously covering the flame without extinction,
Staring beyond the eyeshot into the muddy blue?


Your longings have become wingless butterflies;
A soggy cloud wiping away the rainbow
That you weaved and created in your mind….

Complacency…

Can you hear the whimpering spasm of a flower,
While you pluck and detach it from its stalk?

Or is it a gladdening chuckle, emanating from its throat,
For having attained its goal, in its life?
To adorn, the braids of an alluring maid?
Or the interiors of a chamber in a mansion,
Amid the chillness of its luxury; in an ornate vase.

Unless there is someone to love her
How can a maiden become a goddess?
How can the silence become music,
Unless a maestro, seeks and finds it?
How lamps can spread its radiance,
Without the silver wicks, to wipe away the darkness?
The fresco needs an unwrinkled wall
Smoothened by a craftsman, for the painter
To create his fantasy, into a picture.

Unless you sleep, embracing your sweetheart
How can you achieve a complacent fulfillment?

Melody!

Why did you call me again, fragrance of my dreams?
Roving through the seven seas and the seven mountains,
Without knowing your destination.
In the middle of impenetrable darkness,
In my half slumber, I heard the music
Of your love, calling me…
Why did you call me?

In the hub of the spring, while I was sleeping
Drained and sapped, and my flute also, having
Lost its entire cadence,
While the life force in me, was juddering
I heard your music of love calling me
From afar; why did you call me?

The tender soft melody clothed me in exultation,
And its incandescence, dancing in my spirit in glee;
I forgot myself, when the sweet melody, awakened me
And I fell into a languid knock-out, inside my soul?

In the bosom, of a dream…

While my whole life,
Wearily sleep incongruously.
Vision of a sweet compassion,
Make a stage show in the mind,
Like a fairy walking, and coming
Out ofthe moonlight,
Vanishing into thin air,
Deep inside the infinite blue yonder.

The gorgeous moon sleeping in
The ether, became her companion,
She disappeared like a star,
from my eyes.
Entrancing reveries of hopes,
Withered and fell dead,
Into the empty wilderness,
Of disappointments,
On the vistas of the isolated paths,
of gruesome life.
Those dots of stains of strains are
Still stirring up untold grief.

As inspiring festivities of the spring,
Commence with its flowers,
Desires enter the mind as an uninvited caller.
Do you overhear the tales of my
Thousand and One nights,
Immersed in the chaos of stricken heart;
While sitting in your abode, in the sky
With it’s, scores of stores of stories.

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….
.

Will the spring come again?

Ecstasy filled,
Ever adoring,
Tears softened,
Compassion packed,
Scented with grief,
Dazzling of dreams,
Smiles of a bloom,
With these, the nectar of your heart,
When you touched the door of my soul……


Meekly, unknowingly,
Without qualm,
Carrying honey in the petals of your heart,
When I abruptly saw you standing at the door,
Clad in the acquiescent demureness,
Horripilating unawares, the ‘I’ in me,
Was lost, in an endearing trance.

My immaculate one!
That elegance permeating in your chest,
Is what I am seeking all the time in this wilderness.
That poise is like the memory of a magic
Filled vista of a sky, adorning a majestic rainbow.

When it becomes, a delight in all my wakeful hours.
My angel! I am waiting for you!

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!

Tryst with grief…

My cherub, I know you as a sodden recollection
Writhing in pain, in the realm of my thoughts;
Seeking you as the sweet dripping nectar.
Cherished in the mind, through decades...
As melliferous memorabilia, treasured in the
Chest of my thoughts, like dew kissed blooms
Of the forsaken soul; as the river of my feelings,
Influxing in the tide with fizzy ripples,
Your remembrance is infusing an unsullied
Fragrance, in the air around me, fills my soul...
I know you, as a charisma of my gloomy days,
A stumbling rhythm lurking, in my chest,
A tremulous music, in my vagrant emotions.
Teardrops oozing, out of my wet eyelids,
Vibrant and vivid dreams of munificent compassion...

You came, opened the latched door, sat beside me.
A bewitching and alluring smile
Skulking on your angelic lips;
Carrying a translucent chill into my being,
Pouring, the nectar of allurement into my soul.
Let me inebriate and exhilarate in the sweetness
Of the dream, your thoughts have perpetuated in 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...

Meanderings…

Until when, the woes?
Till our dreams in this world dries up?
I am cognizant of gloom and radiance, yet
Who can decide on shadows, which intervene?
It changes its shape and character, incessantly.
Why does the mind keep an umbrella above its thoughts,
When storms of dejection agitate the mind?
Let me bear the black coffin of frozen secrets
Of my mind, till I leave this mortal abode of my soul.

How many times God has incarnated here,
To correct the trajectory, of mankind?
In return we gave Him only, a wooden cross
And thorns for His pate, and stealthy arrows.
We split, share and segregate
The earth, and religion, coveting gold
And wealth, and treasures; and even
Our conscience, with that avarice.

We keep a wall amidst us, isolate even our
Affections of the heart, and congenial exuberances.
We may throw away the epics and scriptures
And even dare to try sharing the Creator, also..