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!...

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.

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!

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…..

Last rites!

Memories, amity, links through previous births,
Wealth, desires, charity, deliverance from worldly bonds,
And all, are illusory and desultory delights
Of the unknowing mind, lacking wisdom in its hold.
Only one thing remains as eternal and ingenuously true.
DEATH, and its reflections; the ensuing grief.
In the unexpected wounds inflicted in the soul,
Every step becomes warfare, like a ‘*Kurukshethra’
In the mind, and each moment, a Good Friday.

From a mysterious void, emanate the life
With different faces and shapes, most unusual,
And extra ordinary, very much divergent,
Strange and unique, unrivalled and idiosyncratic
Entity; vivid, vivacious, and radiant
Incomparable incarnations of intrinsic worth!
For this entity called “you” or “me”, death is
The end of our world; we become naught!

When the metamorphosis through death turns me into ashes
Do you know what makes me intrepid in that state?
Your look, your tinge, your voice, the fragrance
Embracing your body, ever blooming glow
Embellishing your loveliness, your weariness, your tear drops,
And the purity gleaming in your face, in prayer!


* Kurukshethra is the battle fought between the Pandavas and the Kouravas,in the epic
'Maha Bharatha'.

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….

Waiting for someone…

I am sure; there is no one,
Ever to come through this path;
I know. even so, I intensely hanker,
Someone,Dear to my heart,
Will come, one day near me,
Through this way.

Though I hope in vain,
Still hopes and dreams, may one day
Become a reality, and fulfilled...
The spring has, many a time wandered away
With its sweet blossoms, and could not bestow
The tree with its gifts, of floweres
And fruits, for many a year.
It may happen once, when the changing seasons,
In its aberration, may bring around the flowers,
Per chance.
These, are my aspirations,
And hope against all hopes!

I am sure; there won’t be a soul,
Who may chance to come,
Through this forlorn path, to my house.
Yet, I go up to the gate house, stand,
Fumble around, and stare in dismay,
All the distance through the winding road,
To make sure, my destiny is not changing!

I yearn to hear a rustle of a tread
On the cobble stones. familiar one;
Hearken it through the lowest
Decibels of sound, even a whisper, or a murmur.
The footsteps, of someone so close
To my heart, but in vain.

Though no one has promised to return,
While parting, and I reminisce it always;
Despite that, I keep my gate
Ajar, usually for him to enter,
Undemanding, if he chooses so.


Now when I hear an earshot of footsteps,
Near the gate I think for a moment,
My sweet spring has arrived at last,
Quite unexpected.
And hurries to accost him, with all the longing,
Conserved in the heart, for so long.
Standing at the gate, setting my eyes
Across the path and at last find a stranger
Turning back, half way, realizing
He has lost his way;
Even without looking back.

Poor humans!

The bearish trend has vanquished the stock market,
Where value of man has declined, and decrescent to naught.
The MAN. Capable of subduing the heavens,
Super efficient, than the super computers…
Marauders and plunderers sit at the helm
And the devaluation still continues.

This man only, established religions in this earth;
And religions, created gods in their fashion.
Lastly, the man, the gods, and religions together
Split and shared the earth; and conscience of mankind.

They became Jews, Christians, Islam, and Hindus;
Detested to recognize and revere each other.
Millions of human hearts, turned to become arsenals.
God is dying in the street corner; and Satan is guffawing.
Whither goes the truth, whither goes the charm,
Whither the liberty, whither our consanguinity?
Where is the reincarnation of god, who used
To be here, every millennium?
Man is perishing out in the street,
And religions are grinning! POOR MAN….

Love Exchange

The love, exchange tales between eyes, through eyes.
Do you know that the sacred water, springing in you
As desire, is the sweet nectar of passion?
You feel inebriated by drinking that potion.
It turns out melodies and ditties in your heart,
Chilling your soul; like tender spring
Making blooms, and the pearls of dew, forms over the petals.
The pristine fragrance, kissing you to frenzy,
Sweetening the nerves with its grace.
Every moment is blessed with rare repose
Diffusing and dissolving inside that delight...

You, like a picture drawn with poetry,
Like the timid diffidence, in the eyes of the lotus flower,
Like a psychedelic dusk over the sky;
Like a bouquet of rose flowers;
And me drowning in the depth of your tiny dimples,
Swimming among the waves of golden hue of your charms,
Beckoning me to a shore hitherto unseen.
A destination in another re-birth
Through the music, of your eternal love!

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...

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..

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!

Conquest…

“Dearest! What makes you to conceive
That grief is alluring, and sweet to taste?”

“I feel I am more beautiful when I immerse
In grief and douse my face in tears.”

“Why don’t you hate or despise those,
Who believe, they are your foes
And disparage you with indignation?”

“In life, I have been wrestling with my enemies,
Invoking their prowess, into my psyche’s brawn.
And have made myself into a chivalrous warrior.
They do not deserve to be abhorred, and detested,
But adhered and adored as treasures, because
They always give their strength to me”

“What makes you prefer darkness over radiance?”

“Because, what I envisage in the light
Is the disgusting effrontery of truth.
In darkness, I see the enchanting dreams,
Incited by immortal and pleasant emotions.

“Why you keep solitude as your soul-mate?”

“I realize how charming I am, in my loneliness and seclusion.
And perceive the heart-touch of the Creator, on my indelible wounds.”

Tranquility…

“Rise and shine” she said.
The smell of fresh coffee conquered the nostrils.
She stood there simpering.
A silhouette against the window.
The scent of aromatic hair oil diffusing;
Fragrance of imprisoned jasmines,
Emanated from her braids.
A dulcet ditty! A ripple of prettiness!
She opened the window panes and cast
The curtains to one side, allowing the morning
Breeze, to caress our body, with a sweet chill.
Morning mist swallowed the perfume of the soil,
Lurked over the vista, like smoke, as the
Green meadows exhaled vapor.
Sodden earth, trying to grin, in the early light.
A forlorn tree cast its long shadow,
Over the placid waters of the pond.
Silvery clouds rubbed shoulders amid the blue sky,
While wandering over the hills and dales.


Somewhere, in the ground floor, a baby
Was crying, for the mother’s breast.
A lonely row-boat slithered over the calm
Water of the lake, dodging the water hyacinths
Floating, in full glory with its purple flowers;
Some one trying to catch a stray fish with a rod.
Birds chirping in the air; in the distance, echo
The melodious whistle, of a stranded train.
The nature in philharmony!

I am in euphoria, a trance, a stupor…
I am a part of this wonderful universe!

“Drink that coffee, before it gets cold”.
I thought I heard a far away voice,
Rippling in the air, telling me...
It broke my reverie; she was there near me.
I pulled her hand and drew her to my side.
A prologue, to the sweetest moments of matrimony!
A lullaby for the soul….

Resurrection…..

This earth is a dark dungeon;
Walls of black horizon, surround it.
Imprisoned inside these ramparts,
We are condemned to live our life.
Panting and suffering;
Loving and reproducing;
Hating and terminating;
Negate, perish and become a naught!

Above our head, the empty sky sweltering us,
Underneath, the shadows crawling through its hell.
Why the spring evenings arrive here to paint
The panorama with its brilliance,
Try to make us ugly and swarthy in this dust,
Coating us with a bizarre shade?

Fetters in the hands, obscurity in the soul,
I am sitting in this penitentiary of time.
Who will open this trellis door, to let me out?
The mute firmament, in front of me, and
Behind me, utter gloom and dense murk.
Does the flame in this cage of five elements
Lighted by obsessive desires,
Ignite in the wind of passion, or fade out through time?

Can’t you just resurrect me from this agony,
My beloved, by your immortal love

Our Shangri-La…

Whom are you worshipping always in your soul;
Dreaming when languor closes your eyelids;
Enveloping with your luscious kisses from your sensual lips?
Why immersing the flowers in shyness, with your smile?

Who is putting the make-up, of the autumn’s
Evening sky, in your countenance?
Who is writing love poems, in the corners of your doe eyes?
What all melodies are stockpiled in the rivulets
Of your ringlets, like the flock of goats
Going down, from the Mount of Gilead.

If I could become the gold braided wrap in your
Desolate bed of that chamber, where you sleep,
Your sandal fragrant soma could always
Entwine my bosom, with all the love you possess.
If I could become a butterfly, fluttering around
In your garden, I can always imbibe the nectar of your passion
From the chalice, of your intense desires.
In your dimples, I read the thumbnails of a love embedded saga.
Your surreptitious glances, shoot Cupid’s erotic arrows.

I keep open a thousand doors,
A thousand doors of my soul,
For you to enter in grandiose and together we
Make our haven in Shangri-La - YOU AND ME!.

My golden dawn…

No need for another sunrise;
You are my golden dawn.
Another sweet spring returning to the garden
Is in vain, since you are beside me.

I came here just to listen to the rustling of
Your anklet and the symphony it instill.
My life turned in harmony with the music
Emanating from the lute, of your consolations.
You have become the melody of my soul,
And its infinite, eternal flame.

We sat on the shores of our desires;
You stood in your waywardness,
Where the waves swirled and caressed you,
Writing and wiping out, our dreams on the sand
We spent nights with our aspirations
Sleeping on the stones, holding its own dreams,
And they turned our dreams, exciting our longing
Into lascivious yearnings, in the mornings.

The pearls in your anklets are the stars in the heaven;
The Golden Fleece in the sky is the silken cover of your breast.
Your words reflect the smell of the musk,
Your eyes radiates the lustre of a thousand lamps in the dusk
The ineffable delight searching a sculptor, you are
Ethereal and a paradigm of Venus.

Again spring…

The tear drops trickled in the oyster of the mind
Enlivened into radiant pearl.
Incandescent sighs kept hidden in the heart
Emerged, as nascent sweet melodies.
The jingles from the temple of pulsating hopes
Awoke, the insipid, dormant senses.
The buds remaining in the dark stupor in penance,
Began, to smile in the golden dawn.
The ornate spring has arrived in our souls,
Our zealous desires have blossomed.

It was not me who kissed you in your slumber;
But the rays of the emerging moon.
Not my nail which scratched your cheeks;
It was only the cupid’s arrows.
Not me, who hugged you, titillating your soul.
Could have been the scented breeze, from the garden.
Or the pleasant wintry gloom which
Enthralled, enveloping you in its mantle.
I will just hide in the slough of your breast
As a reverie, my charming cherub,
Making my heart throbs as the sweet tinkle of bells,
In a manner of worshipping your loveliness.

Silence…entangled.

Tell me my angel, (It’s futile! I assure.)
Why do you keep away from me?
These days when the shores of my mind
Is inundated by incessant rain of despair,
The bowl of my heart is brimming with grief;
You are still quiet!

Erstwhile days were celestial, with bouquets of smile
In me and you, when each of your words were
Musical, resonant with amiable candour.
Whichever shores of dreams in you
Scotch the waves of agony, dreadfully?

Is there any heart in here, not hankering for,
The fusion, of dreams and slumber?
And moments, of aesthetic sentiments of love?
Any world of imagination awakening
Without the embrace, of kisses and desires?
Any surreal beauty or love, or passion,
Or fulfillment of life?

The craving in my bosom is always
To disintegrate as an emotion in your heart,
To awaken as a strain of melody in the slumber
From your lap, yet I tell you
It’s futile to remain away from me……

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….

For your eyes only…

I never tried to weave a garland of jasmine,
To adorn your deep blue tress
Yet, how could you discern, that my arbour of jasmine
Was diffusing the perfume for you only?

The nectar of my love, though brimming in my soul,
I have not touched it, by a word and given it to you.
I never tried to dab the tears on your cheeks with my lips
In the loneliness of, some dark blue nights.
Still you knew, I embrace in my soul the thoughts
About you, all through out my present life.

Again and, again you inveigle my dreams
Awaken them with kisses after kisses incessantly.
Will the nomadic clouds ever give me a quill of its rain
To write a siesta of love on my aching eyelids,
Searching, the shores of tears in every dawn.
I am groping for the coloured dots of the rainbow
Of my amour, in the bundle of my reminiscence.

I will steal a drop of light from the candle of love
Shining in the alter of my soul
And spread its radiance before you.
You always give a trillion memories in my mind.
It wears the anklet of your love
And its tinkle resonates in my life..

I will awaken you…

I will awaken you, singing a soft
Sweet melody in your ears,
Without blowing off the ravishing
Dream from your mind.

I will not try to wipe away the smile
On those delicious lips,
Without chasing the cloud,in the horizon,
Attempting to shower the rain, willy-nilly.

Even the flowers adorning
Your plaited hair, wherein lurks the radiance
Of the blue black heavens.
Will not be aware of it.

Without making even a ripple in the deep blue
Ocean of your star studded eyes;
The black mole on your breast will never
Know the tender touch of my fingers.
The nightingale in your mind will not spy on
My presence, in your chamber.

What made you to come near me and bestow
The gift of your lives here after, with me?
You came stealthy and settled in my lap
Whispering, inaudibly in my ears
Your distaste of life, with heartache.
The leaning shadows will not notice;
The rain soaked clouds are busy kissing the earth;
And now I will awaken you…

Panacea…

I always sing the melodies you write;
Reminiscence, a tintinnabulation
Scherzos, a panacea for my soul,
Your tantrums, tantalizing the core of my being.

Covertly you stole my heart, in the first glance
Second time, I felt something else
Choking my breath with sweet honey
Of your mesmerizing glimpse,
Later I coveted to see you again
That urge, budding into a magnificent obsession,
A craving, to be near you, eternally.

A harem of admiring nymphs, surrounding you
Offering encomiums on the success of your
Splendor tapestry, in artful creations.
I could niether discern you through lives,
Nor cover my silence in quietness,
Nor glitter, as a golden flame in you,
Nor melt as, a molecule of dust under your feet.
But remained, as a relentless ache, of the sun
In the twilight of the dusk, in a far away corner.
And piercing loneliness all around me.
I sat and my soul hummed those melodies.

Aren’t you the lullaby of my life, my world?
Take me as a teeny drop of rain, hanging
Over the edge of a leaf in your garden.
Accept me as the tranquil breeze, dampened
In the mist of my forlorn tears;
Let me be with you, yet for a brief moment.

Game of the heart…

Playing a game in the squash court,
With rebounding emotions of the heart
As the soft ball, till it bleeds and withers
And the opponent decorating his lips with
A deceptive smile and the gait of a winner,
Walks away and you’re left alone!

The rules were fair, the play a barbarity
Savage words and bitter strokes…
Yet I yielded the whims and fancies of
Outrages vociferations which led to crucification
And vituperations of schizophrenia,
Which I meekly admitted, as if I played a foul game;
As he was my best and unique pal and
I never wanted to lose him forever…

The mind always search in unknown shores and
Far away regions to discern a lost companion,
Missed en-route through your past rebirths..
Every moment the wind writes memoirs on the sand
And wander away, the waves blot it out
The next instant, ruthlessly with a cruel mind.
Calm sometimes, rebellious another time,
Turbulent at times, agitated, and weeping in grief
With suppressed mysteries of desires.
Yet, the fisherman adores its nature
And cling to her bosom, as of his mother.

Every man is an ocean, ever on the lookout in debris
For lost treasures and possessions withered from his heart

Life is a struggle…fight it.

The struggle for existence has long history as of mankind itself. Life is always a struggle. Struggle for food, shelter, clothing, and above all peace of mind .Life is a dead end street. ’Life is but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage. And, then heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury signifying nothing” [Shakespeare]

When we observe the nature, is that possible to find that, there exists such a struggle there? Everything is calm, and serene, controlled, in order, and that is the reason we term it as ‘natural’. The fundamentals of struggle are rooted down in our minds, feelings, and desires. Our needs, our greed.. That is why we struggle in life. These factors are corroding the peace in our life. We have to come out of that cocoon and live in joy and sunshine. Our success and happiness lie with us. External conditions are the accidents of life. .’Hard words, passionate attitudes, destructive thoughts,. Uncontrolled impulses, and desires, free floating fears, and anxieties cripple our ability to live a life of contentment, and meaning’. 'The aim of life is self development. To realize one’s nature perfectly- that is what each of us is here for” (Oscar Wilde) Struggle actually happens in the mind only. If we understand that truth, there is no need to fight. ’The treacherous, unexplained areas of the world are not continents, or the seas; they are in the mind and hearts of men’. .Our way of thinking has to be changed into a positive path. Accept the things that we cannot change. In making a living today, leave room for life, for reminiscence, for love, for laugh, and for imagination.

‘Life is a series of transformations. Death only one more change of address’

“Happy is the man and happy he alone
He who can call today his own.
He who secure within can say
To morrow, Do thy worst, I have lived today.”

Life is a game… Play it

‘When the bright star plunge in the dark sea of ether and in mysterious exhilarations, the spirit soar up to lively dreams, in the vast sacred kingdom of the night, singing in boundless spaces. With the soft magic of such nights, the creation seems to unfold and we get a faint idea of the powers who control our lives’. Life is unchartered territory. It reveals its story one moment at a time.

We are playing a game right from our birth till death. At first we are not adroit or adept with any moves, but gradually learn the tricks of the game.By the time we attain a standard, the game is about to end. But always play a fair game to everybody’s satisfaction. That is what counts in the last...

Thomas Martin wrote: “Souls are like athletes, that need opponents worthy of them, if they are to be tried and extended and pushed to the fullness of their powers, and rewarded according to their capacity”. Fruits give their juice only when squeezed. The capacity to feel and to cause sunshine in our life will yield rich dividends- Buoyant and radiant mental health. It gives a sense of comfort. You are not bowled over your own emotions- by your apprehensions, wrath, love, envy, worries, or guilt.

“We are none of us all a piece, more than one person dwelling with us often in uneasy companionship with his fellows”. (Somerset Maugham) It is not your position that makes you happy or unhappy. It is your disposition.

Keep on going and the chances are, you will stumble on something, perhaps when you are least expecting it. I have never heard any one stumbling on something sitting down... That is also part of the game.

Life is a gift…Accept it.

Everything in this universe is related to everything else. The smallest blade of grass, to the greatest star, millions of light years away have got some kind of relation. All are functioning in tact. When we are born into this world we are like unpolished raw diamonds. Our life in this world, make the sheen, sparkle, value, color, and beauty to it. A life time is not merely long enough to understand what goes on behind it and what it is all about. Whatever we gather in this journey, are all gifts from unknown sources, unknowingly.

‘Man is a kind of doll, brought into the world, without a will of his own, and from birth onwards driven hither and thither, coaxed and beaten, pinned down and stretched out, by his set of circumstances to form of him whatever the blind fancy of circumstances has in mind, till the moment he draws his last breath, after circumstances have finished with him, to pass into oblivion. It is all a sordid joke of matter triumphing over the mind!’

“Life, magic life, never stands still though its pace slows down for a while. And when fate seems hardly to lift a finger for five or ten years, she seldom allows us this, respite out of kindness of heart, but it is moved as a rule by sheer wantonness. All of a sudden, frequently without warning, she flings us back into the vortex and at a moment’s notice life surges wild and turbulent once more” (Alfred Neumann.)

Do we have a say in this experience? Helpless we are! We cannot resent, rebel, repulse or struggle against it. The pain, the grief, the anguish, the worry nothing will settle it right. And finally we accept - we can do nothing against it. Like a stalk yielding and swaying in the wind, we condescend. The very submission and acceptance to all that happens with us, make us more confident. That is accepting the inevitable!

Our whole focus will change. Our consciousness becomes settled. Our life patterns change. The mind is really at peace, surpassing all understanding and all misunderstanding. Then we start counting our blessings. Nothing can perturb us, or make us weary.

“I’m only a spark, make me a fire;
I’m only a string, make me a lyre;
I’m only an ant-hill, make me a mountain;
I’m only a feather, make me a wing;
I’m only a rag, make me a king.”
(Amado Nervo. Mexico)

That should be our wish, to make this gift worthwhile.

Life is sorrow… Overcome it.

“Life is suffering” so said Goutham Buddha.
The constant characteristic of human life is grief says Gita. We start our life from the moment; we take our first breath from the earth, with a cry, with resentment. We are disturbed from our natural state. It goes on intermittently till the grave. We are indignant, weeping with grief, we are sad, lonely, forsaken, needy, befriended, sick, incapacitated…it ends no where, but follows us like a shadow till our death. In its brief course lie all the varieties, realities and vicissitudes of our existence.

The bliss of growth, the glory of action, the splendor of achievement, the dreams of yesterday, the vision for tomorrow are all intermingled. Life is a risk and is never sorrow free. Happiness is a delicate balance between what one is and what one has. There are ever so many storms, than in the sea or land, in the mind and fusillades of sad thoughts creeping up all over our consciousness. Under the misfortune of circumstances, odd things often meet to spoil our happiness, in this badly woven strange design of our life.’ Human life is but a series of footnotes to a vast obscure unfinished masterpiece.’ The utmost span of a man’s life is hundred years. Half of it spent in night, and of the rest half is lost by childhood and old age. Work, grief, longing and illness share what is left in it.

‘When a resolute man/woman steps up to that great bully, the world, and take him boldly by the beard, he is often surprised to find that the beard comes off in his hand, that it was tied in to frighten away the timid adventurers. ’It is better to be a lion for one day, than a sheep all your life.’ The difference between a hero and a coward is one step sideways. Life is a gift the nature has bestowed on us; beautiful living is the gift of wisdom. All human wisdom is summed up in two words… ”wait and hope.”.and courage too.

My Dreams…

Give me a moment to dissolve in you,
Let me have an aeon to know you fully well.
You are the music of the Heavens
And I am just a cloud aspiring to reach you.
Dew studded virgins of the deep blue sky
Lowered their gaze in coy meekness,
Seeing your turquoise blue eyes.
If my love could sprout in those beatific eyes
As a sweet dream of magnificence
My life will be worth living.

Those rose buds cladding dew drops in the morn
Got weary, seeing your rosy lips.
If my desires can arise, to become
A soft and taciturn melody on those lips,
My unbounded love will be enriched;
And I can dream my dreams
Which no mortal have dreamt before.

Life is a mystery… Unfold it...

“We are the voices of the wandering wind,
Which mourn for the rest, and rest can never find.
Lo! As the wind, so is mortal life.
A moan, a sigh, a sob, a storm, a strife
Wherefore and whence we are, you can not know
Nor when life springs, nor whither life doth go.
We are as ye are ghosts from the inane.
What pleasures have we of our changeless bliss?
Nay, if love lasted there were joys in this
But life’s way is the wind’s way, as these things
Are our brief voices, breathed on shifting strings.”

We have been taught through ages that enlightenmentis very arduous, cumbersome, strenuous and mostly unattainable. They say that it may take lifelong efforts
with meditation, ‘pranayama’, ‘kundalini’, etc. all sorts of guffaws and gibberish. The religion also teach us the same. Is that true? To unravel such mysteries,
many people stumbled upon enlightenment. But those were accidental.

The reason could be manifold. But the primary one emanates from the tension they build up themselves inside, in the effort of creating a state through which enlightenment walks away. No effort is needed except the effort to relax. Enlightenment will hover above you and settle there in no time. It will shower on you
myriad flowers, like we read what Gods do, when they are pleased. They just shower flowers from heaven.

Silence… Relaxation… Enlightenment!

The mystery is solved. All those who attained it had a relaxed state. You need alertness, intelligence, consciousness. Your vision changes. You are one with the nature. Sublime.. Dulcify. You can perceive deep into everything. Do not give way to your mind to succeed in thinking that it is an impossible and hazardous task. Then the ego gets challenged. And as a dog chasing its tail, the effort goes round and round.

Enlightenment is not a goal. It is you! The seeker is the sought; the observer is the observed; the knower is the known. Your fetters are broken. You become a torch
paving the way with your inner light so that others can see the road. A beauty that radiates with you, that becomes your very nature.

“I sent my soul through the invisible
Some letter of that After Life to spell;
And by and by, my soul returned to me
And assured:”I myself am Heaven and Hell.”

Mystery of the mind….

Mind... a mysterious cage,
A playhouse for illusions and vanity.
Many a desires, in one moment,
And the splendor of laughter turns
In another moment, to grief stricken
Tears… welling in the eyelids.

The shores swoon in ecstasy,
With every waves, enrapturing it.
And when it returns, a pyre burns
Inside the amiable bosom.

Search the bloom inside a bush and
The finger is bruised with a thorn.
When life’s music surges onward
Grief imparts its tragic pitch,
To a discordant melody.
Like shadows cast by the burning candle,
Glamour of life, cast futility in its wake.
Dreams bring vivid grandeur to life
Though fleeting, ephemeral, evanescent;
Yet gives a semblance with reality...
Of coveted afflictions of the mind
Of Love, of beloved and of harmony…

Life is a duty…Perform it.

Don Blanding, the vagabond Poet Laureate of Hawaii in his “SOMEHOW’ wrote thus-:

“I have tried for many an hour and a minute
To imagine this world, without me in it.
I cannot think of a new born day
Without me here, somehow, some way.
I don’t imagine the autumn’s flare
Without me –here –alive- aware.
I cannot think of a dawn in spring
Without my heart’s awakening.
These treasured years will come and go
With swifter pace-, but this I know, `
I leave no fear- I have no dread
Of that marked day that lies ahead.
My flesh will turn to ash and clay
But I’ll be here-somehow-someway”

We are born in this world as we are. We did not have any choice on the wherever, wherewith or anything. Neither by accident, nor as a coincidence, but by the will of the Providence only. Remember Shakespeare’s words:”There is a destiny which shapes our ends. “
Agnostics may please excuse! Keep those daggers inside its sheath. No malice meant!

Thus we are here, till the bell tolls for our funeral. In between there are umpteen things we have to perform, fulfill, complete, finish off. As an individual this has to be done solo. We have to make so many adjustments in our life as to our emotions, intentions, relationships, lifestyle, personality, individuality, attitudes and everything concerning us. Then only we could perform, to our contentment.
“The cheerful person will do more in the same time, will do better, will preserve in it longer, than the sad or sullen person. ( Thomas Carlyle)

Look forward at your goal, think always that nothing is for ever, and not even our failures. Be not afraid of petty and destructive criticism. Always keep in mind the desire to attain the reality of our dreams. This world is a stage and we are born as performing artists here. There is a screenplay for everyone, and we cannot deviate from that. Keep our spirits high. Sympathize with our colleagues. Love them true. When the curtain falls, the viewers, the stage and the actors will disappear.
Keep that in mind!

Arise! Awake! And stop not till the play ends.

Life is a tragedy.... Face it.

It so happens that there is a conspiracy being hatched
behind our back, always to take the joy and sunshine
out of our life. They come in form of maladies,
accidents,deaths, etc, and we become losers in the end.

Life has to cope up with such tragedies in a better
way, and sometimes philosophy, religion
psychotherapy, meditation etc. may help us to
overcome that and bring us back to normalcy.
A perception of our mental attitude with physical
Reaction- we call them emotions. Our feelings
trigger this emotion and we succumb to sadness,
melancholy, solitude, and helplessness. And victims
of such tragic situations, resort refuge in religion,
liquor, and may be drugs and sometime even commit
suicide.

Whatever happens in our life, we have to accept it with
equanimity. A resurrection from the graveyard of our
morbid state become inevitable. This could be achieved
only by rational thinking. We cannot accept the
principles of Fatalism. When something is out of
human control, how do we define it? Coincidence!
Cataclysm! Catastrophe! Who or What caused it?

There is an element of an unknown force or factor
underplaying in it. May we call it Providence..
perpetrating undesired events in our life.
Who?...God!.. Satan!... Weird Powers!...Supernatural
Forces!...Aliens!...Extraterrestrials!...
We are unable to find a proper answer to that.

“All that happened hitherto is good!
All that will happen in future also is good!
All that we lost did not belong to us!
All that we will lose also is not ours!
We did not bring anything to this world!
What we acquired here, belonged to someone yesterday!
It was there even before we came into existence….’

Think about this! Does it convey any meaning in your
thoughts or imagination?
What is your view?

(Based on Bhagavad Gita.)

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Life is a song…Sing it.

“You held a wild flower in your finger tips
Idly you pressed it to indifferent lips
Idly you tore its crimson leaves apart…
Alas it was my heart.”
Joy and humor in life, keep its equilibrium for
a peaceful , fulfilling existence. Together they give us a perspective, to confront the strain and stress of reality in life.

A sense of humor, a hearty laugh, and a moment of
mirth give the requisite nutrients and add vitality to
meaningful life. They bring sunshine to life. The spices
needed here are happiness, pleasure, joy, and laughter.
The experience of emotions is the trigger to our wellbeing..
“Human feelings and emotions are interwoven inextricably
in the fabric of each human individual.
Joy and Delight
Sadness and Hurt
Anger and Hostility
Fear and Anxiety
Guilt and Shame..
Each colorful thread weaves its passage in and out of the
tapestry of our personal and social life. Feelings and
emotions color and create the texture and form of our
individual dream, in our unique time and space, in our
social milieu.” (Mary O’Shaughnessy )

While trying to live a harmonious life of contentment
and meaning, the following factors give us negative
impulses.
Destroying and desultory thoughts
Harsh and hard words
Evil and passionate attitudes
Wild and unnatural desires
Superstitions and anxieties
Antipathy and ill will.
Sarcasm, Spite, Scoffing, Mockery, Irony etc..
Smile plays an important role in our emotional life;
as we smile because we are happy, we are happy
because we smile.

And here is a recipe from Tiffany Talley-‘Sunshine’.
“Take two heaping cups of PATIENCE
One heartful of LOVE
Two handfuls of Generosity
A dash of laughter
One headful of Understanding.
Sprinkle generously with kindness,
And plenty of Faith- Mix well
Spread over a period of life time
And serve everybody you meet.”

That Evening…

The amorous tinkle of your anklet
I heard, and the sweet treads in the corridor
Sounded, when you came in;
Like the golden rays of the evening sun
Coming filtered through the colored
Panes, of my window.

As a soft overture, when someone touches
The strings of my tense heart,
Like the raindrops settling on the leaves,
Squirting nectar on my life
I was enthralled to hear the soft footsteps.

When you paddled into my chamber
Like the bee, circling around the bloom,
Shrouded by minuscule drops
Of the morning snow,
As the footsteps approached me
I found you as another magnificent sun,
Trying to drown in the ocean, of my silent love.

The golden hue of the sun covered you
In silhouette;
The buds of my ecstasy bloomed;
In those moments, I became one in you
And you became one in me.

The earth and the sky stared to find out
The lover, of this gorgeous bride and asked.
“Whoever is the bridegroom of this nymph?”

The breeze whispered into the ears of the
Flower. ”What will happen to night?”

And a few stars peeped out from behind the curtain,
In coy meekness, and blinked gleefully.

Ode to Love IX

Ode to Love IX

Words have wooed, yet failed to bring her back;
Persuasion has stretched to her, its eager arms
In vain. I have roamed from street to streets,
Keeping her image in the core of my heart,
And around her, have risen and fallen the growth
And decay of my life, over my thoughts and actions;
My slumbers and dreams.
She remained in her loneliness waiting for her
Own day for recognition.

That ‘I want you, only you’, let the heart repeat persistently.
All desires that distracts me, day and night
Are false and empty to the core.
In the labyrinth of my unconsciousness
Rings that cry- “I need you, only you…”

Ode to Love..VIII

Ode to Love VIII

Your joy in me is so full.
That is how you come down to me.
Oh sweet angel! Where would be your joy, if I were not?

You have taken as your partner for all your life.
In my heart is the endless play of your delight.
In my life you will always take shape.
You the Queen of queens have decked yourself in beauty
To captivate my heart.
And for this, your love loses itself in the love of
Your lover and there we see the perfect union
Of the two. When I kiss you to make you smile
And happy, my darling, I surely understand
What pleasure streams from the heart,
And what delight, that brings into my life,
When I kiss you to make you smile.
Through birth and death in this world or in others,
Wherever you lead me, I am your companion
Of endless life, who links my heart to endless joy,
To the end of time. I pray, that I may never lose the
Bliss of your heart touch.
My house is all dark and lonesome.
Lend me your light, holding the lamp
Near to your heart.
Your world is weaving words in my mind;
And your joy is adding music to them.
You give yourself to me in love and feel
Your own entire sweetness, in me.
You are my alter ego.

Ode to Love VII

Ode to Love.......


Call back, beloved, call back this pervading silence
Still and keen and cruel, burning the heart with despair.
Where are you standing behind, my love, hiding away
Yourself in the shadows?
I wait here the weary hours, spreading
My good wishes for you, while passers-by
Push me away from your presence.
In the shade of the evening, my eyes
Become drowsy with sleep.
For sleep- I have forgotten its fetters.

How could I tell them that for you alone
I am waiting, and you have promised to come.
I hide this pride of knowing you, in the depth of my heart
It is only me who would wait and weep and wear out
My heart in vain, longing.

We planned, we should sail away only you and me
And never a soul in the world would know
Of our pilgrimage, to the distant unknown
Place, where we will make a dwelling for us.
And live till the end of time.
You and me for each other.
Your starry eyes and silent smile will
Weave melodies free as waves, free from all bondage of words.
Is that time not come yet?
You did press the signet of your love upon many
A fleeting moment of our life.

ODE TO LOVE VI

Ode to Love VI

Why do I ever miss her sight, whose breath touches
My sleep? I have no sleep.
Ever and ever again I open my door and look
Out into the darkness and hearken for the music
Of your anklets, wading through the chilly nights.
It remains a dream alone.
I can see or hear nothing
I wonder where lie the footprints, when you go for a stroll.
Through what maze depths of gloom, are you treading
Your course to come to me, my beloved?

When my heart is weeping and dry,
Come upon me with a shower of mercy.
When the grace of your youth is lost from life
Come with a burst of laughter
In peace and love.

Ode to love....5

Ode to Love V

Now and again sadness falls upon me.
I start up from my dream and feel a trace of
A fragrance, that of your breath you have left in me.
It was too vague. Its sweetness makes my heart
Ache with a longing and it seemed to me
That you are nearby- but know not so near.
The sweetness was only from the depth of my heart
Which blossomed? You gaze upon the vast emptiness
And feel a thrill passing through the veins
From the notes of an unsung music floating
From the other shore.
Oh my beloved! The gates of my hut are always
Open for you to enter.
Do not pass by like a dream.

Ode to Love...4

Ode to Love
Clouds heap upon clouds and it darkens the mind.
Why do you let me stand outside your door,
Knocking all the time and all alone?
If you don’t show your face and leave me outside the door,
I know not, how I am to pass these
Long secluded hours.
I keep gazing at the far away gloom of the sky,
And my heart wanders waiting with the
Churning memories.
If you are not talking, I will fill up my heart
With your silence and endure it.
I will keep still and wait with the night
With starry vigil, with my head bent low
With patience- but my heart will be crying all along.
The dawn will surely come, the darkness will vanish
And your voice will pour down in golden rivulet,
Breaking through the morning sky, and then go.
When the door of your chamber opens,
You will find a desolate body, with feeble heart beats
About to die in waiting, for you.
You will revive it with your love and kisses.
Melodies will reverberate in the firmaments,
Of your love.

ODE TO LOVE...3

Ode to Love


I ask you for a moment’s indulgence
To sit by your side;
I will keep all my other works aside
Away from the site of your face.
My heart knows no respite
And my life becomes an endless toil
On the shore less sea of my fate.
The summer comes with its sighs
And murmurs.
It is time to sit with you and begin
Our infinite talk.

Pluck this little bud of my life, and
Do not drop it in the dust.
It may not find a place in your vase;
Still honor it with the touch of
Your fingers when you pluck it.
Though its colour may be pale
And the aroma not so sweet
Use this flower for something.
My eyes strayed far and wide
Every evening on the sidewalk
Expecting, you to appear there.
The question and cry of my heart ‘Oh, where’
Melt into desperation and tears of
A thousand streams flow from my eyes.
I live in the hope of seeing you.
I have many a desires and my cry is pitiful.
Your love is so strong and nothing can tear us apart.
Day and night all wakeful moments
I reminisce of the gifts you gave me
Unasked… Your life and your mind.
Saving me from the peril of unwanted desires.
There are times I awaken and hurry
In search of meeting you.
But cruelly you hide yourself from me.
My heart wanders wailing with
A restless mind.
If you do not show your face,
But leave me wholly aside, I know not
How I am to pass these long hours
As ages. I only hope for you!

SOULS…

Why are you queuing up and rushing to come down?
Rushing up to get impregnated
You, unfortunate souls?
Can’t you just reckon with the fearsome explosion of
Population in this earth and
Those starving, uncouth skeletons
Striving to snatch a piece of bread
From somewhere.
What makes you to rush to this dreary place?
No matter what type of pregnancy:in vitro,or clone,
Which vagina,or test tube, you just crave to be born here.
Are you not happy there or just suffocating?
Millions and millions are born here each minute.
We are starving here and trying to end our life,
Everyday, in a noose made from a sari,
In an isolated well, or a pond, or on a rail track
To escape from here, to reach your place.
And also trying to prevent your coming here,
Closing your path to earth through use of
Pills, condoms, sheaths, diaphragms, and many
Contraceptives; we carefully plans safe periods;
Try to become misogynist, sages, chronic bachelors.
Yet you break all barriers, and crash those dams in a fury,
Frighteningly swallowing all our efforts.
What is wrong with you, when you are there?
You will find only hell waiting for you here.
Why are you queuing up there to come down in a hurry?
You unfortunate souls!

Ode to Love.........(2)

II

I know not why you are silent
And amaze in your silence.
Your voice illumines my life.
The life breath of your voice
Runs from ages to ages, and breaks away
All barriers of my existence.
My heart longs to hear your voice
And I cry out baffled.
You have made me captive
By the infinite love, you gave me, my love!

Life of my life, I shall ever strive
To keep my thoughts pure,
Knowing that your heart touch is
Upon all my senses.
I shall ever try to keep off the thoughts
Of all vixens, knowing that you are the only
One for me, who has kindled
The light, of my soul.
You occupy the throne in the innermost
Shrine, of my heart.
And it shall be my endeavor to reveal
Your love, in my thoughts and feelings.
Knowing, it guides me through my lonely path.

ODE TO LOVE

You have made me immortal with your love.
This frail creature is filled with joy again.
And again and you fill my heart with life.
You carry your smile and breath,
Your melodies eternally new.
At the immortal touch of your fingers
My little heart loses its limit in ecstasy
And give birth to ineffable whispers.
That infinite gift of your love, come to me only
Eons pass and still you pour it
And there is still room to fill it.
When you command me to talk
It seems my heart would break with pride;
And I look to your face in my mind
And tears come to my eyes.
With awe in my feelings.
I stumble with my words and
Am not sure, if it conveys any meaning to you.
All that is harsh and discordant melts away
Life becomes a sweet harmony and my
Love spread wings and flutters with joy.
I know that only I can make you
Comfortable in your life.
Drunk with the joy of talking to you
I forget myself and call you again and again.
The heart yearns for communion.

A HORNBILL…

My beloved! My sighs are cast as flowers in your path
Can’t you see? Where did you go?
Leaving ceaseless grief in my heart,
Without ever telling me?

The blooms of desires you showered in my memory,
The mute signs you conveyed through your eyes,
The songs of love you chanted for me…
All the pages of my mind is filled with those
Pictures, you painted with the brush dipped
In your eternal love, and your affection
Wrote the epics of love you endured…
The colours have faded and moldy.
My songs have become wingless flies;
My sky has turned into blackened dusk;
My tread are stumbling, I am groping
To find my goal.


Time, eternal time, on the wings of a chariot
Of four seasons, is passing away.
I still wait for you with a feeble hope
Of a hornbill for the rain in the summer.

A TINY SOUL…

Place: EDEN GARDEN SPACE CENTRE
Time: ANY POINT OF CELELSTIAL TIME

Everyone in the Space Centre was tense. The Astronaut
entered the space vehicle. That was an angel holding the
precious cargo, in her briefcase. In there was a tiny soul
resting in an oyster. It was under the safe custody of the
angel, for a period of time. The count down has started.
Lift off was scheduled at 00.00.00hrs terrestrial time.

The tiny soul was on its way to the Earth, to be born there.
Only a few micro- seconds were remaining for the lift off. The
tiny soul felt a shudder. She was afraid. She had heard about the
many events happening in the earth, from gods in heaven.
Children are tormented there by their parents; sold by the father for a
few coins to buy liquor. She remembered all
the stories she heard. Could it be true? Or are they just myths only?
She was enjoying her life in heaven. It was all beautiful.
In the safety of heaven under the loving care of God. Now,
the environment is being changed. A jump through the time
tunnel! Into terra firma! They were gliding through the
atmosphere, like a feather. She knew she will be feeling
weight, once she arrives there.

She felt very cold. She remembered last evening, when God
approached her. He took her in the palm of His hand and
asked her.” Are you afraid?’

She could not utter a word as she was so awe stricken.

“Don’t worry. I am sending you to the earth tomorrow. An angel
will take you and look after you. If you feel any difficulty just tell her.”

He called an angel. A beautiful goddess! He told the angel;

“I am entrusting you to take care of this tiny soul. Look after
her as the apple of your eye.”

“Sure I will...” She said and took the tiny soul from Him.


She was holding the fingers of the angel tightly.
“What am I supposed to do, when I reach the earth?”
She asked.

“Be not afraid. Don’t you know how to smile and move your limbs?”

“Yes” the tiny soul answered.

“That will do. I will take care of the rest…”

“But I don’t know the language of the Earth.”

"I will always be around you. Whatever you speak, I can understand.
I will slowly teach you their language.”

“If I feel hungry?”

“You just cry only, when you are hungry, thirsty, and cold
or feel any difficulty. I will give you everything when needed.”

“I feel so scared. In the earth all souls are cruel, I know.”

“No, it’s not true. There are bad souls, but most of the souls are different.
I am there with you to save you from the bad ones.”

She felt a little comfort now. Then she asked. ”How will
I recognize you?’

“You don’t have to. I will know you. Now just close your eyes.
Our journey lasts for about 280 days….” She closed her
eyes. The space vehicle lifted off.

Forty weeks later, it landed in the earth. She came out.
She was still afraid. She was in doubt about all the things
that were told about earth, and was eager to know the truth
of everything…. It could be a big lie!

She opened her eyes slowly. She saw light. She felt annoyed
and blinked. She perceived many shapes in that light. It
delighted her. She heard some strange voices and felt love in
those sounds. She stared at a beautiful face. With tears of love
in the eyes, looking at her…Yes. This is that angel who brought
me here. The goddess who was entrusted to take care of her,
by God. She crept more closely to her bosom.
My mother!!!
A thought came to her mind. “Why should I be afraid any more?”

Farewell to…..

The ocean reflecting the splendor of the evening sky
Lured the sun and swallowed it.
The tears of the earth, on the lost warmth of the sun,
Turned into sparkling blooms.
Next morning it will again enlighten the mouth
Of the caves, and bring new grandeur.
Who wins last? Death or birth?

Why the withered flowers weep, in reminiscence
When the moonlight caress them?
The longing in the heart was covered with silence,
Wrapped up in rapturous quivering.
The words eager to be spoken, kept choked in the throat.
The flowers of my ill-will, hidden in the mind,
Swooned and fell down.

You wander far away, as a smoldering memory
in my soul.
I am always searching you, with grief in
My heart, all over the way.
Like the heart of a flower, trembling with pain,
Waiting for the golden tinge of the morning sun.

Tell me, where you are gone after your swansong.
At last, to fall down in the barren earth,
The love we cherished for long.
This guitar can now shed only rueful notes
After the fatal kiss you have adorned.

Meaningful love……

On the day I met you
I realized the meaning of love,
and its ensuing agony...

From the day we saw each other
I understood the rapture in my soul
And the hunger of my desires, along with
The enormity of my passions...


All that feelings are now shrouded
Under the sweetest thorn of my mwemoirs.
I am smoldering, every moment
Baked in these torrential thoughts.

My dreams are fading away in the
Wild tears, springing from my spirit;
Resembling:
The distorted notes of a broken violin,
A lonely tree without its leaves in the autumn,
The scorched earth under the summer sun, and
A shriveled lotus, of a drained pond.

In the broken wings of my dreams,
In the wilted petals of flowers of my mind,
In the shadows of my despair,
Can’t you bring some life, kindling
My emotions with a mystic spell?......

DOWN MEMORIES LANE...

In your tender eyes
Blooms the starry sky.
There is only one continence
Alone in my eyes
One note alone in the ears
I am unable to wipe it off from my mind
It goes on and on eternally
And my life stands still in that harmony.

You illumine my environment
As the thousand lights of the lamp
In the courtyard
And you are the one after the thousand wicks,
which stands out and radiate your glory.
In your sparkling curls of hair
I perceive the emerging moon
On the firmament
With her bride-maids–the stars .
I see golden rays in your cheeks
When your finger tips touched
The flaming lamp.
And I see your love blazing,
In your stunning face

As I turned into a sandal colored
Attire covering your soft rosy skin
You entered as a poem into my mind
And your sweet snigger
Became a sparkle….

Foot prints on the sand.....

Sitting on the window sill, I strained my ears
To hearken the voice of your treads.
I searched for your foot prints,
On the courtyard of my house, in the sand
The tinkle of your bangles rustling
Against your attire, was heard
Somewhere, through the air.
In my yearning to hear the soft music
Of your love, I heard the vailing of
A nightingale, singing to its mate.
I saw a shadow in the twilight
On the footpath, leading to my house.
Was that an apparition?

A thousand tidings, I wanted to tell you;
Soothing your love stricken heart;
Wiping, the crystal drops of tears in your eyes.
To enliven your insipid passions,
To take you away into the land of the rainbows,
Among, the wandering clouds, where the moon
Traverse leisurely among the stars.
There we will find our tenement
And live for ever and ever in our love.

At last……..

The play has ended…
The curtains are drawn…
Spectators have left…
You and me were alone in the stage…
The players, who were with us, also
Have left, leaving us
On the empty stage.

You asked me. “Now then?”
We were standing miles apart.
We were the hero and heroine of the play.
Even this distance was so nearby.
You are me, my ego! I am living in you.
No one can separate us in this birth.
The intimacy between the minds
Will always subdue the marital bonds.

Somewhere in the sky above
The clouds weaved a robe
And covered the nature from its nudity
The moon coveted you and
The stars beckoned you.
Why do you stand aloof from me?
Yet you are at my side.
I have found a place of rest
In the solitary cage, in the lap
Of your pure soul, amidst
The permeating scent of your love.

What a coincidence? ..... These numbers!

Do numbers play an important role in the lives of humans?
How do they influence the fate of human beings?
What role they play in the life of certain persons?
These are food for thoughts, casting a shadow of doubt in
our faith in any religion,
and a desire to know something about such supernatural
intervention, in the realm of human life.
Just ponder over these facts…..

Abraham Lincoln was the President of the United States.
He was elected to Congress in the year 1846.

John F. Kennedy also was the President of U.S.A.
He was elected to the Congress in the year 1946.
Lincoln was elected President in 1860.
Kennedy was elected as President in 1960.
Both of them were involved in Civil Rights.
Both of them lost a child each, while staying in the White House.
Both of them were assassinated on Fridays.
Both of them were shot in the head.

More coincidences!

Lincoln’s Secretary was one Kennedy.
Kennedy’s Secretary was one Lincoln.

Both were assassinated by Southerners.
Both were succeeded by Southerners named Johnson.
Andrew Johnson who succeeded Abraham Lincoln was born in 1808.
Lyndon Johnson succeeded John F. Kennedy, was born in 1908.

John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln, was born in 1839.
Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated John F. Kennedy, was born 1939.
Both assassins were known by their three names, each consisting 15 letters.

More……

Lincoln was shot, while he was in a theatre, named “FORD”.
Kennedy was shot in a “FORD LINCOLN” car.
Both assassins were killed before their trials.

This is more weird!…

A week before Lincoln was killed; he was spending his time in a place called “Munroe”, Maryland.
A week before Kennedy was killed; he was spending his time with Marilyn Munroe.
After Lincoln was shot, the assassin ran from the theatre to a warehouse.
Kennedy was shot at from a warehouse and the assassin ran to a theatre………….

Still not convinced about the influence of numbers?
Read down to this recent incident:

BENAZIR BHUTTO!!!

Born in 1953= 1+9+5+3=18=1+8=9
Returned from exile 27.9.2007= 27= 2+7=9; ,9, 2007=2+7=9Awarded Prize for Freedom in 1989= 1+9+8+9+=27=2+7=9Killed 27 Dec,2007=27= 7+2= 9: 2007=2+7=9
What has this number 9 got to do with her life?
Unfathomed, unchartered, unexplained and unsolved mysteries of numbers!

…

Belonging….

The dream that swooned on a bed
Of flowers, startled;
The breeze caressing my soul
Came riding in a boat of sandalwood
Gathering the scent of Jasmine from your body.
When I lie down to sleep and then to dream,
You always come to me as a sweet lullaby.

But what is the meaning of owning anything?
What is the meaning of relationship?
Do I own you? Relationships and dreams
Are vain, empty words - mirages!

In its attempt to embrace the shore
The waves are discarded. Is it wise to
Say that the wind belongs to both?
Do the firmaments own the clouds?
Writhing out and wandering away
From the clasp of the sky above it?
Do the bees arriving to snatch
The nectar, own the marvelous bloom?
Do the winds own the woods?
Do I belong to you?

Do the lips own the honey, of smiles appearing there
And withering away in moments?
Do the eyes own the tear drops oozing out
Of the grief stricken heart?
Do the moored boats own the water?
Do you own me?

Do you own the breath you inhale?
Do you own the earth receiving you in the last?
Do you ever imagine that your heart
Which loves me, belongs to you?

Belonging is a senseless word!
Who belongs to whom?
What belongs to anyone?

Tacit Love

You stood before me like a rosebud
With a single petal unfolded.
The desires crooning in the mind,
The unsaid words compressed in the thoughts,
All rushed into the mind impatiently
And settled in my fingers to pen it.

The flowers of my sighs paved your path,
And you came as a breeze over
The cascade of my love.
You came in the chariot of the rain,
Stood as a cloud above me to pour down.

I never picked up a rose and offered it to you
At any time, yet, how come you knew?
My roses are blooming for you and
Permeating its fragrance, for you alone.
How is that? Tell me, tell me tell me.

I never spoke a word to you, on the
Sweetness of your love filling my heart.
I never blotted and dried up, the wetness
In your eyes, in your solitude.
Yet, you knew my desires grazing on your soul,
Were to know your thoughts.
,.
You never hummed a song, even for a moment
That came into your mind,.
In the wee hours of the night,
When the stars perplexed and the nature
Shrouded in the morning mist,
I did not embrace your tender body
Yet, you understood my thoughts were
Hovering above you, and caressing you.

Only one thing…..

I will preserve only one blossom
In my garland, to adorn you,
When you get closer to me,
At last, and enter into my life.

I will preserve only one song
In my heart, to drone into your
Ear, when you approach at last,
Nearer into my life.
I will keep only one chamber
In my garden, unopened, and very
Discreetly, among the flora.
I will draw up in there,
A couch, covered with
Flamboyant scented flowers,
For you to sleep dreaming,
When you reach me , at last .

The fragrance of the flowers had
Vanished, and all others have
Departed now; My Beloved,
When are you coming, then?
My mind is obscured with
Rain clouds; and you have not
Arrived yet; when again
You are coming, tell me…

The work of Christmas…

“When the song of the Angels is stilled,
When the star in the sky is gone,
When the Kings and Princes are home,
When the shepherds are back with their flock,
The work of Christmas begins:

To find the lost,
To feed the hungry,
To release the prisoners,
To rebuild the nations,
To bring peace among brothers,
To make music in the heart.”

Mending you.....

You rang me up on that day, but
I did not answer; yet I know
It was your call; I heard you whisper
My name, in your heart.
I heard what all you had there
Though, you failed to tell me those words.


I did not touch your hand.
Yet, my fingers were wiping
Those tears laden eyelids.
I did not kiss your cheeks;
Yet my lips were blotting from your
Sweet face, the dampness.
I did not call your name.
I did not wipe your tears.
Yet, in my dream, I was with you.
I saw you laughing, amid those tears.
I heard you cracking jokes amid your sobs.
I kept your head on my shoulders.
I tried to calm you patting your back.

The scorching memories, of yester years
Turned you into a weeping willow,
In the incessant rain; and you
Waiting for the clouds to roll by,
And the sunshine, to dry you up.
You wanted to tell me your woes,
Unforgotten plea and complaints.
I heard them all, and believed them.
It related to your past life!
I tried to smother it, with the balm of my love.
Yet, you deflected it with your derision and whims.

I don’t know how to fortify your fortitude.
I don’t know how to regain your tranquility.
I don’t know how to splatter a smile in you,
And a rainbow, in your woeful mind.

Evolution on a rainy day.....

It rains, when you sit besides me;
And the rain poured down as unperceived music.
The dazzle hiding and lurking in your eyes
Tells me, clouds of the monsoon
Hovers over us, like a blanket.

Where is the tumult of the thunder?
That always comes late,
Though born together, with flashes of lightning.
Your smile, feeling my heart throbs
Is searching an answerto it.

The molten swarthy rock, of reminiscence
Cleft opened, and poured forth its water;
And inundated my eyes,that has now formed
In to a tear drop..


The storm weakened into a breeze,
Sat on your hair, embracing you in coy meekness.
Again, the rain turns into a silent music,
And only you realized, the thunder as my heart beat..

To my beloved......

My beloved!
Whenever I feel grief in my heart
I decorate it with myriads of thoughts
About your passion and serene smile..
I lived for quite some time with my
Too vulnerable- ‘touch-me-not’ soul.
Whenever my feelings vex and cajole me
Your name adores my lips!

Because you loved me so much
I felt the ecstasy you brought into my life.
You gave me the wings of a butterfly
And I flew, and saw the wonders of this life.
I tasted the nectar from the flowers in your garden,
I drank the sweet wine of your mouth.
We visited the unseen vistas of pleasures,
I was intoxicated with your love.
Once, I thought this heart belonged to me
And was mine, all alone and aloof;
Now it is only yours.

The anatomy of a kiss....

She asked me another question..
When a man kisses a woman, what is he
Extracting out of her through that kiss?
Love?
The fullness of her lips?
The softness of her cheek?
The radiance of her smile?
The dream lurking in her eyes?
The moon light in her soul?
Or AIDS?....... or death?


What is gained in a kiss?.......
Kissing a splendor or the moisture?
Are you burning away the solitude
In you by that kiss?
Or, are you in search of the ecstasy of
A unity of your bodies into one?
What are you filling up in your life by snatching
something which is not in you, from that woman?

Did Shakespeare have ever believed while
He wrote: “make me immortal, with a kiss”,
That a man’s life attains immortality or
Eternity by the mere kiss of a woman..?

While I cannot conceive this phenomena
Of this unresolved mystery, I am bewildered..
I am in a daze!....

If your love is a system of alphabet,
By which I can decode the complexity of
My existence,. may be I can comprehend
The meaning of what I am……

On the shores of dream....

Do you know when you came?
Riding in the chariot of a dream
In the early hours of the dawn,
While the sun was amusing in his nuptial bower....

As an incomparable piece of music;
Like the long remembered overture of a melody;
Like a tiny drop of tear hanging on the eye lids;
Like the touch of a feather, smothering your love;
Like the silver lining on a ghostly cloud;
Like the ravishing tinge of the rainbow;
Like the nectar flowing out of flute;
Like the golden moments of a precious dream,
Presenting my soul with eternal joy.

Like the splendor lurking in the evening sky
Bidding ‘Adieus’, whispering to the sun
To stay embracing her for a little more time
‘I have to keep vigil to see you again, and
Gather in the east in the early dawn';

Like the tender grass peeping out on the forehead
Of the sodden earth after the first rain
And the sweet passionate smile on its face
When they hustle in its pleasure.

Like the innumerous daughters of the gods
The stars-with their eyelids ajar
In their coyness before the full moon on a wintry night;
Like the golden swans fluttering its wings
In its ecstasy, walking on the shores of love, in unison;
Like the sweet freshness carried to the mind
By watching the helpless raindrops dripping
Reluctantly from the palm fronted roof
Of my humble dwelling…………
"I beg you..
Filling my heart with the strings of these
Vistas, do not fade out of this radiant dream!"