That was you?

Who lighted an evening lamp in
My reminiscence? Could it have been you?
Is there a blossom that will not wither
By the trampling of vandalic time?
The mind has become a turbulent ocean where
The sensuality of desires has fainted.
We are prone to forget even our reflections;
We are tempted to laugh, even in anguish;
And also, under excruciating pain in our soul.

Today, in my reveries, my eyes shed a drop of tear.
That was a tear of joy and for you alone.
Time has scrawled too many stories and
Many waters flowed under the bridge.
Dusks drooped and withered
To make blossoms, of fresh dawns.
We have forgotten all the flamboyance of those days
And put on masks to cover our nature.
Still a lonely hue comes into the memory.
Was it you who made it come?

Return...

Come with me my reminiscence, to return
Where the blossoms of golden dreams are
Awaiting for you, to be again with you...
Do you believe that the unsung music will
Encompass all the solitary tunes, that
Emanates from a lonely heart?
That all unseen splendors are contained in
The dreams of a flower that could not
Be adorned on the plait of a bride?
That all the unfading fragrance of the spring
Are held in the palms of a hasty wind,
That came this way and hurriedly left
To some other locations, in its wandering?

Is it possible to keep all the pangs of a life time
In the flame of a lighted evening lamp?

Complacency...

IF…
You could touch and fondle me, as the
Golden rays, of the morning sun?
You could awaken me from my siesta
With the warble of a nightingale, everyday?
You could be my ominous sight in the dawn,
Besides the rising sun, when I wake up?

Could it be that the tender chilling breeze,
Who kissed my cheeks, used your sensual lips?
I wish it should be your fun filled words
I hear, as the cold water, I sprinkle on my face.
If I douse from head to foot, and swim in a sea,
It should be the sea of your infinite love!
Then I am sure you will dry me up with
Your warmth and caress, out of your eagerness.
The sandal paste I applied on my forehead, could
Turn into the hot kisses, you gift lavishly there.
And your assurances become the splendid
Attire I am wearing, along with its ripples,
I made on it, rustling in the soft wind.
The locket I adorn nearest to my bosom
Is the replica of your heart, you gave me.
Your good wishes and blessing mark the vermilion
Dot, on the parting of my hair, on the forehead.

If I could, always pursue your treads of life?
If the moonlight that caress and lulls me to
Sleep could be your embraces of passion;
And the flowery bed, where I sleep, forgetting
Myself, could be your warm and cozy chest;
And the sweet dreams, I see in that slumber
Encompass you and your caressing………..

Consummation!

Predating the commencement of history!
Before the advent of the phenomenon
Of God the Almighty;
The nature and time sang together, the ditty
“Love is a divine rhapsody”.

The first blossoms of love, at those times were among
The movable and immovable; the tangible
And intangible; animate and inanimate
Beings, in the universe.
They sang and we repeated the chorus;
The prime slogan: “Love is immortal.”

The happiness and delight belonged to the early eons.
The zeal, the passion, longing, attachment,
And earnestness stringed together,
Evolved thousands of hours of
Intense intercourse, of confluence.
And they sang again”Eternal is love”.
And we repeat the chorus even now.

Like the fragrance of blossoming spring flowers
Permeating its sweetness, in the atmosphere;
As the rhythms, beats and the tones of a golden
Spring, that drifts in unannounced;
Like the cloying nectar dripping into the loving heart,
A flame of passion, refusing to be extinguished;
The tears flooding from the eyes in
The grief of desolation…..
This love fulfills and is filling up, consummating
All spasmodic desires of the barren mind.

This is where I belong to...

Who embellished the magnificence of the heaven
In their imagination, where milk and honey flows,
And you are surrounded by the fairies and nymphs,
Imbibing nectar that flows from goblets, held and
Served by Apsara maidens, with lust in their eyes?
Who constituted and created hell, where fire and
Brimstones wait for you, always to burn you?
It is none other than the ingenuity of the human
Mind, fantasizing their imaginations.

Who radiates the diffusing rays of sunlight, and
Turns it into ravishing rainbows yonder, and
Who adorns the black clouds soaked in the vital
Elixir, for the living beings, in this earth?
It is none other than the deep blue horizon!

The one who unfurls the aspiration of the spring to flower;
The one who approaches and demolish those aspirations,
Known as winter, and the one who behold the embers of
Fire, in its bosom and scorch multitudes of living beings.
We call you time or moment, or era,
Age, epoch, or aeon! Infinite and eternal!
Immeasurable and independent!

In our dreams,appear golden beaches and palaces;
And they ramshackle, in the face of bitter agony!
You are the ocean of passions, as well as
The wilderness of thirsts and intense desires!
You are my world, my abode!

Life's tempest

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?ecstasy, love
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…

For once...

Could you for once, listen to my beckoning you?
I am sinuous like an empty sound,
With sobs, sighs and signs flowing towards you.
In the wilderness of anguish, I was wondering
And probing my mirage, of my passions.
The dreams I beheld has corroded
By the storm generated by, endless time.
Blossomed sweetness of frangipani, in the garden,
Has disappeared from the decrepit life.
Have you forgotten me altogether?

You are sleeping on a bed spread out
With innumerable memories, of our togetherness;
Titillating the emotions, every day,
Permeating the aroma of a forest of sandalwood.
My distress turned to hymns, smothering
Your tender limbs and cuddling you in your slumber.

Did you drift away from me, sharing all your
Love and tenderness, in compassion, leaving
Me abandoned and despondent and in deep anguish?
Deserting me and taking away your alluring adoration.
Can’t you for once attend my call just to
Understand my plight and how I feel about it?

A melody in the air...

I want you to sing that melody for me.
In the twilight, when the moon starts
Wandering among the clouds, flying with black wings,
Like a gypsy, without any direction. and
To smother kisses on the tender lips;
To adorn flowers, sweet scented on your hair;
To fondle the eyelids, where shadows of
Your ill-will lingers, and to talk sweetly;
And inebriate with the joy and ecstasy
You feel in your heart, when we are together.

There is something enchanting, and
Soothing the spirit, in these moments.
Something divine in this music, I hear!
Taking me away into the realm of time and space,
Above, this forlorn and despicable earth.
In the flowery lamp of your eyes
I will set my love as the flame.

I feel your eyes telling me something;
I feel like keeping on looking at them;
I feel my heart is beating rapidly now;
Speechless I am, what is happening to me?
Is this love, we talk about very often?
Beloved! My eyelashes are drenched by my heart,
And is becoming the plume of the peacock on your forehead.
It is longing for the touch of your fingers.
For an embrace, for a kiss of affection!
In the night when I caress your chest
Like a fragrant garland of flowers,
I sense a tragic overture of a pitch in your song.
When you sing for me…

My beautiful...

The rain drop turned into
A magnificent pearl and
Adorned your lips, with its opulence.
Pour those lips into mine for me to
Imbibe the sweetness of that delicious pearl.

When the clouds tried to secrete in the sky
The arms of the soft breeze, tenderly
Caress, and soothingly assuage you;
Awakening the sinews and thrilling the body.
Lightning without break, incept from zenith.
Was it my beautiful, the chillness or
The stream of Eldora do, flowing out in
Your heavenly inebriety, that was?


The waves became turbulent, the sea turned rough;
The shore swooned into a dulcified slumber,
While the waves, washed and embraced it.
Why do I hear the sighs?
What for, is this swelling anguish?
What makes you grieve, my angel?

Love, sweetness of life’s love.
You sip this nectar, till content.
For you know not, what is in store,
Kept for you, with the next dawn!

When I surrendered...

I wonder how you will respond
If I tell you about my love,
Which I keep away reluctantly,
Failing to express, so far.

What will you do with the
Blossoming bud of roses
From my soul, I offer to you
With all my heart, now?

Please don’t feel bad and keep away
From me, reproaching me for
My stupidity, which I ventured
To display in your presence.

You just ignored the roses I gave you,
Nourished and reddened with,
The blood, oozing out of my heart.
You never cared to read, what I jotted
For you, on the rear pages of my soul.
You never touched with your finger tips,
Any of my heart strings, quivering for you.


Across the shores of sterile decades,
On the coasts of countless reminiscence
You are still a vermilion sky in the dusk,
My beloved! I still see you as a crescent,
In that sky, dazzling your radiance, and grandeur.
Though my life is strewn with strife
My distress is boundless on your account
My angel! Let my goblet. Fill everyday
With the pain by your absence here…

Why did you come then?

What made you to come again this way
If you have no love left for me in your heart?
What made you tarry some moments
Standing there unless you wanted to tell me
Something, which lingered in the mind?
You hid your resentment and rebuke
In the veil of silence, without admonishing,
Without shaming any acquaintance, with me.
I was watching your approach, seeking that
Smirk, camouflaged in the corner of your eyes;
To make out how you were trying to conceal it!

I came alone to call you, with a heart full of
Romantic jingles, not saying any jokes or jibes
Not asking you any reasons for your ill will,
Waited to see you, my beloved,
Just to talk only a few words, singly
Let alone my yearnings, to be with you…

Ever been in Love?

Can you teach me, my mind, like you have taught
Me, to reminisce, how to forget also?
Can you teach me to forget in entirety?
Let me stifle the wings of my recollections,
And dissolve into an endless sleep, eternally,
Deliquesce into the bluish magnificence
Of the firmament, of dreams.

If the galloping crystal of hours
Could ever remain at a standstill,
In the long winding path of life;
If ever, the dead yesterdays.
And the dying present day, and
The unborn tomorrows, will not
Afflict the temperament of the mind;
I need not have to live forlorn on the shores
Of the everlasting ineptitude,
Which he has gifted me at parting,
For the inimitable love I had for him,
Unflinching, but unrequited…..
Innumerable dreams, countless passions,
Smoldering life, and fluffing emotions;
All wriggling in the mind,
Turned out as hallucination or delusions….