Missing screenplays...

You forget yourself immersing in
The jubilations and delights, of life,
Which you have attained now by providence;
Fulfilling moments in the plethora of happiness
Resplendent with endearing music, thrilling
And surging, with passion and libido.
Time and seasons has drowned, in a far away
Fountain spring, and an ache, an agony
In the heart, after seeing and sensing
The changes, it has brought into you.

We could not reach and meet each other
Together, to have a life of our own.
Even after many rebirths through seasons.
Life is splendid and sublime where the minds
Are in unison, in every matter in our existence.
Then we long for turning into jewels of dew drops,
And trickle on the petals of blossoms.
We desire to share the warmth of our breasts,
On the bosom of the dew, in silence.
In our aspirations and illusions,
And through our phantasmagoria, we are actingA play,
where the screen play is missing,
And we are allowed to carry on impromptu.

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!

Happiness…a shadow!

Peace is an interval
Between two wars’ they say.
So is happiness, a shadow
Only, of a world where the
Summer has now receded.
Mind is a crazy phenomenon,
Always running after that joy.
Our desires often put its face
In the hive of the stinging
Wasps, of misery, ready to harm us.

Dreams moistened with tears
Blooms as flowers of agony,
Saddening the mind in its wake.
Where do we look for truth,
And beauty, while we are engaged
In seeking every day, a coach to rest,
Among the beds of arrows?

We are pleased to adorn a golden mask,
On the face of our conscience
And always grin, to please others…

Unforgotten melodies...

The azure blue sky made euphoric ripples in
You and me, then and now, unceasingly.
It became an enchanting dream in your eyes.
It became a rapturous melody in my reveries.
Golden dust lurked on your ravishing lips,
Awakened by the rip-roaring kisses.
The radiance of that smile still makes
A sweet hangover in my solitary moments;
And make me sing sonorous melodies.

Do you still keep that golden hue on your lips?
That love song turned to be lachrymatory tones
Awakening in the strings on the lute of my life.
And create flaxen ecstasies by its resonance.
Dripping an expression in my heart
Of having composed a thousand poems.
Do you still have that song in your bosom?

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…

Love's labours lost...

In whose mind, I was altered into a song?
In whose heart, I was converted into a meditation?
Where did I bloom, in the ripples of the placid water?
In the pond, where the white lotus flourish?
In which bloom of the soul, I turned to be the pollen
Of passion, exuding the fragrance of lust?

Now, I have forgotten the adoring embraces;
The thrilling spring season has receded away;
The smile has parted from the lips, where
The vibrant kisses once lay waiting,
Trembled and quivered to be owned by me.
How many nights, embellished with
Rapturous shuddering, withered then,
In this bridal chamber, now fateful?
How many mornings became garlands
Of beautiful flowers, and became dance stages
In this court yard, during the past decades?
The tongue which emitted adoring words
Are now transmitting vicious mutterings,
Transform into poisonous fangs…

Dissipated!

You made me drink the nectar, from your lips;
Your smile contested with the splendoured blossoms;
In the exultation of the rapture and the intoxication
Of the first kiss, you gave me thus,
A thousand rebirths of my existence evaporated,
Fled and vanished into the infinite space.
My ingenuity turned to become sunshine
To dry, and comb your curls, to glisten
The sweat drops on the cleavage of your breast,
Appeared, as cute pearls of bliss, in my musings.
Did your giggling change into sobs and sighs
And my chants of love turned to groans?
The rhythms dripping into my melodies
Is stricken with desolation now!
The dried petals of the mind are falling
Down, causing dismal agony in the life.
I become the fatigued wings of a day,
Exiting into the gloom, without bidding adieus!
And it is the grief that gives strength
To forget the woes, I retain in the chest.
Each birth I take, is destined to bring
Me, a derelict and dreary existence.

Nights of love!

What else should I gift to you now?
What more should I offer to you henceforth?
Haven’t you robbed thousands of my
Tender fragrance, from the dream of
My coveted dreams, stealthily with
Its chillness and impudence, I held.
In forgetting my self, in the euphoria of your
Pleasant fondling, why did I just whisper
Only in your ears, reluctantly, and softly,
My weak resentment, for not doing it?

What song should I sing for you now?
What can I offer you?
A cherished desire you hide in your heart!
The cloud and the sweet crescent moon
In the sky had kept their door ajar and has
Commenced their love-play of the spring.
Beloved maidens of stars with shimmering eyes,
In the coy meekness in them, kept hushed silence;
Ogling the scenario in envy and with
Latent lust, brimming in their minds.

A nightingale asked its soul mate, in soft tones
Why they have forgotten to lower the wick of the lamp,
To reduce the light, to avoid the embarrassment,
Of onlookers under camouflage, in the gloom.
Ripples in the lotus pond, embraced each other,
Surreptitiously hiding behind the leaves.
Wish this night of love, remain endless,
With its cloying smiles, brimming out
Of its carnal lips and cherubic face!.

Who are you?

You are none other than all the splendour,
Existing in this world of mine!
You are none other than, all the springs
Of seasons, coming through time and space!
You are the rain, and you are the sunshine also!
My bliss, my melancholy, my pleasure,
And my agony, in the forlorn existence.
You have become my melody of dreams, I see,
And my horizon is bound to where you are.
My ocean where I dive for pearls of jubilation,
And my salvation, in the barren miseries of life;
My resurrection, for the next ensuing rebirth.

Your eyes reflect the morning glory of the dawn;
And resonate the tinkling of temple bells in your laughter.
When my mind ask me, whether I should greet in
Worship, the golden dawn or the goddess in front of me.
And the answer, creep in as a theology of Non-Duality,
Into mind and reveal a truth, as you are
The dawn, as well as my intellect also, in this world.

My Song of Songs in my dreams, lulling me to sleep;
And when I wake up, in your tongue
I need your lips, for me to smile.
I want the blooms of your eyes, for me
To see you always, when I gaze at you.
You are the mystic “OM” for me and my universe too!

Modesty!

Which rare moment you chose to come into
My Garden of Eden, in a divine move?
And bewitched me with a smirk, like the blooming
Of a grape vine, in the spring season.
Your knot of hair, when you loosened it, gleamed
Like dense clustered grapes, hanging down when ripe;
Swayed when you walked like a swan, and
Oscillated between your derriere.

The liquid eyes shone like the blue depth of the ocean;
And with your rosy lips you were making
Offerings of your honey in speech, on
The alter of love, with the pots of treasure on the bosom.
You entwined like a vine in the inebriation of
The rapturous ecstasy prevailed in your heart.
Immersing in bashfulness, when you realized
Looking at your own half naked body, how nude
You were at that time, in the faint light of the lamp.
You bowed your head in perplexity and
Turned voiceless, stood by my side.
You yearned to cover up your modesty
Holding a leaf of a grape wine as Greek idol,
But could not find one, immediately.

My dream boat

Though I have never seen, till this moment,
I am so familiar with your pretty lineaments.
Though I have, never heard your sweetest voice.
I know your tones and intonations, deftly
Demured, in concern and compassion of your love.
When I open the window of my humble abode,
A fragrance of commiseration, liquefied in passion,
Wafts in, with delicate temptation to sublimation.

I will whisper tunes of my adoration in your ears
Lulling you to sleep, to enter into the wings of
Sweet vivid dreams, on the golden shores of paradise;
Prepare a thousand beds of flowers, opulent in splendour,
For you to sleep and share my warmth and chill, for you
To lie down in comfort and cuddle in my arms.

In these hours, when the summer moon has blossomed,
I see the moon, in your beautiful simpering
Countenance, where the butterflies of my ardour
And love, flutters around, to imbibe the
Enervating nectar, it keeps in the pistil.
I see the life force in you, with all its emotions,
And sentiments, in the expression of your eyes.
I will keep vigil, with a soothing song to lull you,
Till the moment, your eyelids close in sleep,
For an unruffled, and exuberant repose.

Eternal rhythms...

Like the crescent moon dressed like a bride
Approaching the shores of the moonlight,
Why did you come once again as a guest,
On the door step, of my barren mind?
Why did you, my beloved, come again
Fully primed to my presence?

Her tender lips held undying roseness
And in it, there remained umpteen, untold
Thirsts of parched passions.
In her doe eyes without mascara, slumbered
Many a dormant dreams, yearning to be
Aroused and enacted in days to come;
And, the sweetness of infatuation, in abundance.
She always coveted to see my mute temperament,
Created by her incessant reproaches and complaints;
Alluring my sprit with the chillness of her love, and
The ineffaceable charm, dwelling in her heart.

My fingers longed to touch and resonate the
Strings in her, which I could not awaken so far..
She has become my eternal rhythm and tone as always.

So many thanks...

Thank you, my dearest friend,
Thank you so much, indeed;
For the delightful ecstasy
You have bestowed on me;
And sitting by my side silently,
Without speaking, a word to me.
For the concern and kindness,
Overwhelming in the corner of your eyes,
Pointed at me, without me knowing it,
For the smile of the rose petal
That unfurled and sparkled on your coral lips;
For the blossoms, which fell in my palm
From the plaited hair,
Where you adorned it,
While the breeze, embraced you.

For the perfume pervading in my reveries,
Though, you went away without
Telling me anything.
For entering and exiting in my lonely
Dreams, at least for a little while,
And making me blissful;
And gifting your love into
The vital spirits of this earthen lamp
Burning in anguish...

First love...

Flowing and swirling
Like a stream
Showering and flurrying
Like an incessant rain,
Like you have fondled
The reminiscences.
Our first love, embellished
With the fragrance
Of the soul, filling
Everything, inside the mind.

Like water blotted
By the sponge,
The clouds of desolation
Linger up above,
For writing the shadow of
Moonlight on blossoms.
You brighten up in my
Heart, by building up
Moments of strain and tension,
Revealing yourself,
As my soul mate, in this birth.

PAR...T E D!

Though we parted our ways on that day,
Through tears flowing down our cheeks, my darling!
I will come seeking you in the sand shores,
Of the stream which changed its course
And drifted apart, into another turn.

Till such time, I will keep these fertile dreams,
And the lute of my sweet aspirations;
Also, the unlighted lamp in which I filled oil,
To illumine, in the nuptial bower;
As priceless possessions and remain waiting for
My eternal companion, in my forlorn wayside inn.
When the tree I planted, on the shores of time,
Starts sprouting with flowers and tender leaves
Emanating heavenly fragrance in the air,
I will come searching for you to your side.
And will meet together again,
Under the faint light of the night, before
The blue star, in the resplendent sky.

Here we find our longings and dreams as
Flowers, which refuse to become mere
Witnesses, of the human frailties.

Fingertouch...

When the mind engross in vacillating
Remembrances I am wearied;
I feel your finger touch,
Fondling me and that moment, turns me
Into a dew petted petal unknowingly.

Blazing immaculate desires, unquenched;
A lute emitting rhapsodies of love tenors,
Making pulsating music, with the touch of
A finger on the strings of my violin;
Like the flame of a wick held in the hand,
Piercing the gloom of silent anguish
In the mind, in the loneliness of this night;

Like the radiant glow of a moist adulation,
Spreading into the realm of lasciviousness,
When you are beside me, bestowing your
Compassion and ardour in me
My spirited passions, like the thunderous
Waves of a sea, seeing the full moon,
Settles down like a quite flowing river;
And we wander in that graceful ecstasy,
Seeking our euphoria, and jubilation.
Then turns into specks of colourful clouds
Into the magnificent evening sky.
And become the luster in the blue horizon;
Again migrating into the ether as a stroke
Of blue lightning and in half reveries
Forget everything of our existence…

Another spring...

When you recline on to my lonesome heart,
Like the tender leaves, into a rain of flowers,
You create an eternal season of evergreen spring,
Unrolling in me as a succulent tendril,
Filling me with, it’s dulcifying allurement.


The idle breeze was mischievously embracing you,
To comb your curls of hair, despite you covering it,
With your delicate fingers, to keep it still;
Like a young maiden attempting to hide her nudity.
Shuddering in the wind and shedding
The fragrant Mogra and the fanciful Sakura
Flowers from its trees, you have become
The rarest season in a life time, in this earth.

You created a heaven before me, containing
All its enrichment of ecstasies with enchantments,
Which you compressed in your boundless passions.
Making all the strings of my heart, in unison
Composing the sweetest melodies,
The celestial musicians were envying.

The enamouring dulcet of your console,
You embossed on my remorseful birth,
Will transcend through time and space, even surpassing
My demise, hiding always in my being.

A sad evening!

When you came before me, adorning your forehead
With a pinch of vermilion, I find in your eyes
Some tear drops, hesitating to fall down, my love!
Is that the melancholy of parting, or reproof,
Or ill- will that envelopes your mind now?

With handsful of astounding dreams
And moments, when silence became eloquent,
Hiding in the oyster of my soul,
I did not flee away from you or
Vanish into the unknown gloom, my beloved!

I never forgot you at all.
The bluish tinge of the moonlight in your eyes
Reflecting your tender love, is the image
I carry always in my heart, with delight.

I remember you, tremulous like a flame of the
Lamp, in the soft breeze on the festival day,
And the way your face furled like a white lotus
Looking down, with the enclosing modesty in you.
It fills my reverie as a depressing despair,
Spreading like a doleful strain of music,
Haunting my wakeful moments.

Intoxicated...

A kiss, sweetest of its kind, and me yearning
On my lips, the deep embrace of a honey bee
Striving to take away, all the nectar in the flower.
I longed, and enthralled with my imagination.
My bashfulness, was hesitating to prevent it
From happening in such an amiable amour.

In the morning when you were quarreling with me
While we sat in the garden; the cool breeze
Wafted us, bringing us in intense intimacy.
I became another vine entwining with you
Under the arbor of jasmine, awakening infinite
Reveries in the mind, and merriment.
I was trembling; my chest was heaving and throbbing.
Yet, my coy meekness, could not avoid the temptation
Of holding your lips, under mine for a long time,
In the twilight of the magnificent evening;
Stirring the soul and carrying us away into
Avalon and we never desired to come back.

When the cold soft breeze was caressing us
And you stood close to me bidding farewell,
On the shore of the sea with its trillions of
Pearl white blossoms in the froth, in glee,
I became another wave hugging those flowers
On the beach, came near you, with the agog
Of licking away your treads on the sands.
Yet, my shyness made me reluctant, to prevent me
Falling on to your chest, and embracing you in my frenzy.

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?

Turmoil...

The raging waves of the ocean, seeks the shores;
Rays are searching the lamp to shine;
Passions are sought by a vibrant heart;
Intense intimacy is desired through emotions.
Where is the conscience of man?

In the plain of conscience, writhing in pain
Reveal the lines, drawn in water by illusions.
Generations sat waiting hearkening the trampling
Of hooves, of the horse of time.
The seasons with rain and summer
Spring and winter lay swooned
On the naked bosom, of the earth.
The virgins of seasons danced in exuberance,
And exited, from the mega stage of this globe.

The earth below the pyre where a dead body
Was cremated, nurture a carnation,
In the same place, where the ashes remain,
Mixed with the soil, greeting the remains.
The garden where blossomed the flowers of imagination
For long, is now searching sand and desert.
The mind has become blind and is now
Rummaging for a spectacle, and is hunting
For composure, in the neighbourhood bar!

The many faces of truth.

Tomorrow, today and yesterday
We continue to traverse the times;
Imbeciles do their calculations,
Smart ones drown in fuddling.
Truth melts like butter;
Glitter like gold; at times turns to
Become beautiful poetry;
Changes its seasons in the body,
And could be seen in its purity,
When you seek for it!

It can change the tears into nectar;
The dream about heaven could be
Unfurled, in this earth itself.
Flowers hesitating to wither and fall down;
Warm kisses springing out from trembling lips;
Immortal festivities of the spring;
All are enshrined in truth.

After burying me in a tomb,
Time has become the custodian.
Do I have a birth once more?
Will I have a resurrection from here?

Blues!

Your grief belongs to you only!
Your paths have to be traversed by you only;
By swimming in search of consolation
You only will become wearied; A mirage!

The earthen lamp which ignited your hopes
Yesterday, has fallen down and shattered;
Faith changed its ways and facies;
Exhalation prepares, pyres for the dead;
Moral values and treatise on ethics,
Relates stories in riddles on destiny;
And forget everything, in ruse of
Of empathy, with a mask of benevolence..

Which is the next shore?
Like the rainbow in the sky;
Like the lurid light of the moon,
Ardent aspirations clasped to the bosom,
Fade away into oblivion, and time
Stands looking at it, with a detached attitude
Of a recluse, stupefied, dumbfounded!

Filled with anguish, and dismal dreams,
The earth silently stretches down below
And up above the blue horizon!

Strange thirsts...

A thirst in the senses, every moment;
A unique desire unable to unravel
A fiesta and carnival of ecstasies,
A rhythm so wonderful and exciting.

WOMAN! Her image and its alluring halo,
Always beckoning you, to be near her.
The flaming radiance of undying embers
Flaring in the sinews, of man.
Her words turn to rapturous lullaby
In the innermost temple of his thoughts
.
WOMAN! Her adoration and tenderness
The spell of inebriation ingrained in it;
And the dormant dew drops lying frozen
In the countless veins of the avid man;
Her movements before him always
Fill exhilaration, in his mind, and make him randy.
That is how the great sculptor designed
His masterpiece, to entice the poor fellows!

A condemned birth!

Women! A tear drop lurking in the eyelids.
The first sculptor kneaded and mixed with tears,
The clay and modeled a figure and gave it a name
The name woman, in defiance of her weakness.
A condemned birth of a being!

The first man and the modern man did not make any
Difference or composure to her, in her life.
All the passion and excitement of the man is limited
To the attraction, contained in her body only;
On the exterior beauty, of her whole being.
And the lust and thirst for her body remained same.
Always, everywhere, and around her.

In the nuptial bower, in the whore house,
In the street, in usual places, he is after her looks only.
It made her a slave only, constantly, continuously.
It dishonored and ignored her intellect and consciousness;
Her talents, her creativity, and thoughts…
The selfish, egotistic, supercilious, nincompoop,
The man, forgetting it is his mother,
Who is turned to the bone of contention.
But a strong strand of hay to hold on in a deluge
A haven to return to, in chaos, as a refuge...

You never knew...

Yet, you never understood my fervour;
You never ventured to wipe my moistened eyes,
With your lips through your embellishing kisses,
You never heard the throbs of my soul, reaching
You as feeble strains from the lute of my heart!

You came into my life with out me knowing
Your proximity to my soul;
And sat on the flower bedecked throne of
My life’s life, where I weaved my dreams.

With the libation of my bashfulness, in my hand,
I hid behind you, looking down
On the carpeted floor, softly wafting you to cool
With my ravishing imaginations of a
Lascivious scenario, in my mind.

Can’t you be present in my life always,
Showering the ecstasy of ambrosia,
For us to live together for ever and ever?
In the golden dreams , I own and behold;
In my eyes as a flowering season;
In my mornings as a psalm of adulation;
In my evening, a resplendent horizon;
Till my body, spirit and my world, are
Enraptured by the dexterities of
The enchanting arrows of Cupid.

Attires...

Births…Attires….
It takes only few moments
To change the attires, we are adorning.
We are playing a game of attires,
Disguises, without any premonitions,
Without any screen play.
A dress for mourning; a dress for joy;
We are enacting a shadow play
All the time of our life, inadvertently.

When the sky weeps, and the spring disappear,
The winter laughs, without telling anyone,
Without knowing anything, innocently
It crosses the sands of time;
And the full moon is yet to come,
To show its elegance and verve.

Where is the refuge in this dense jungle?
In the night of torrential rain, and darkness.
Are we not wandering aimlessly
Having lost our way, in these mythical hours?
When we change this attire and adorn another one
Does our insight and inner eye overwhelm with tears?
When one dream fade out and another unfold
Do we laugh or weep at that time?
Where is virtue; where is truth?
What is the next attire? Which is the act and stage?
Where is a shelter in this highway?
Is the curtain being raised for the shadow play
To commence again in the life?

Moments...

Like the lotus, innocently unfurls its petals,
When the first rays of the morning sun
Smother its love on it, detained through the night;
Like the tender tendrils of the jasmine, adorns
A thrill on its vine, while the softest breeze breath on it;
Why am I vacillating so much, when I see your countenance?
May be my adoration is of that magnitude in my heart;
For me to adapt into that state of mind!

When you drift away from me at times,
I follow you like a shadow without your knowledge.
I will keep a wick, to light the lamp, to see your
Magical smile unfurling on your lips, in that glow,
In the gloom, of the night, I am waiting for such a moment.

Like the musk sealed in a chest, still emanates
The sweet fragrance, intoxicating the breeze,
My desires will flurry naively, beautifying
My golden dawns, and vermilion dusks.

I have been kissing and kissing each of your
Dreams, and they swooned and turned dormant

That morning

While one more night was bidding farewell
Droning a ditty, the day light was inflowing.
You turned to be a soul stirring feather
Floating through the air, to my side

Wandering in the wilderness for many a days
You remained with me, as an alluring dream,
In my heart, enervating my spirit and
Titillating, my aspirations in life.
You stand beside me with an ardent desire,
Like the unfurling of a petal, before my eyes?


Lying down in my desolate bed,
With my sobs and sinuous tears of grief,
In the early hours of that misty dawn;
After caressing my forehead, with a kiss,
Discreetly coming in disguise, as a soft
Breeze, perfumed by your ever radiant love,
And compassion, unbounded and uncanny.

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…

The Truth...

Truth is always on the cross of persecution;
Ethics and charity are in the prison,
Eternally bubbling up in flaring agony;
Tears are insufficient to extinguish
This fire, burning inside the heart.
Could the wind reaffix or refurbish the flowers,
It has pushed down, back into the stem?
Shadows running amuck, through paths
Breaking away into unknown distances.

Could anyone depose away this desolation?
Terminate this morbid silence and stillness?
Could the ripples in the stream, bring this boat
With its broken oars, to the safety of the shore?
My sighs and sobs are blossoming
On your path, my beloved!
Where do you go, leaving only the frozen agony
In the cage of my chest, which you can’t see now?
The flowers of passion, you laid out in the path
Are already dried up, and have become brittle.
Come back before the tempest blow me out
And scatter them in the air, into nothingness....

When dreams dry up…

How long can grief persist, in the human mind?
Only till the dreams dry up in this earth!
I reckon the darkness, and the murk,
I reckon the light and the radiance, as well.
But who can comprehend the shape of
A shadow which intervene in its midst,
And changes its character?
Why is my mind holding an umbrella of thoughts,
Against a cyclone, which thrash out at me?
Let me carry the coffin of my frozen secrets
And walk staggering alone to my grave.

How many time god incarnated into this world
Promising, to correct the ways of mankind.
And borne the cross, the crown of thorns
Or suffered the sling of covert arrows?
Those were the rewards for trying to correct them!
And the awards he had to receive for the effort!

Being earnest...

If you are not knowing me, my darling,
Why should I need to continue in this birth?
Do I crave in vain, for you to,
Touch and wake the strings of my lute,
Which is already broken, and can give only discords?

I realize your empathy, when I soar up,
On the wings of a dream, into the heaven.
As I open the windows of my attribution,
I see your image in those visions.
The secret of your melodies, I found in the
Golden bamboo pipe and the spirit of your life,
In the flowers of the spring, which came as guests.
Am I not your speech, your sight?

When the tender drops of the dew, drip down
As pearls of jade into the earth;
When the maiden, full moons, string the jasmine
Flowers of starlets in the yonder sky;
When the fragrance of your breath
Permeates into the air, I breath in;
And I see the dazzle of your bangles,
In the lightning, across the horizon,
My poems and the beauty in the mind unite into one.

Afflicted!

In a desolate and forlorn night,
Amidst the strange fantasy of a dream:
You became a desire and obsession in me.
I have become a moon stone, liquefying and,
Dissolving in your moon light, and in your life;
A chilling stream on a winter day;
A goblet brimming with sweet champagne,
Being filled by unknown and unseen hands.
You reached me and you filled my soul;
You sprouted as an oasis, in the wilderness
Where the cruel sun scattered
Embers of stones, all around my treads.


Why did you arose again, as a melody in my dreams,
In the lute of my heart?
This worthless birth can not do anything now
But, only just bless you to live a fulfilling life.
Dreams which refuse to die in memories,
Which we dreamt together, have now
Become, smithereens of a gorgeous painting.
You are becoming a poignant recollection
In me, invoking stifling sobs and sighs
Within me, stricken with utter grief.

The calm after a storm...

You are applying a vermillion dot
On the forehead of the sky;
Fading out in the dusk
My golden evening, of a magnificent hue!
Subdued in its grandeur, of sweetness.
On the flowery bed, when I slept, fondled
And enchanted by randy dreams,
You leaned and touched your
Finger tips, caressing my forehead,
While the Venus, was shimmering in the eastern sky.

Some where a soft prelude, sprang from a flute,
And the whimpering mist, in a desolate hour,
An ache, showering in the moon light of your being,
A chilly lullaby, bringing ripples of tiny memories;
And soft breeze from the meadows seeking
Tranquility, in the distressed mind.

For the silence which swooned somewhere,
Turned into a pulsating note in the air;
Lightning up again the wick of a lamp,
Where little fuel, is left to enliven.
I whisper to you, as the blessing earned
Through umpteen rebirths,
Each of my sealed secrets, in my life.


The purest lotus left in the pond in Paradise!
Could you lend me, a bouquet of dreams
With ravishing petals?
Is your silence, a caress of the tremulous love,
You behold in your soul for me? And
The Calm after the storm?

Once again...

In my reveries it will be full moons
When you just throw, a smile at me.
In my memories shower kisses
Sweetening my dreams.
We both have only one passion!

The ecstasy you inspired in the core of my heart
And the words I wrote for you;
Even when you are far away from me,
My eyes will recite them unseen,
Into the heart, in whispers.
If I enter paradise, these memories of
Such a flowering season will accompany
Me, to that divine country, among the gods.
And I will see your face, amidst the blossoms
Of such a glorious garden, smiling at me.

The song bloomed in your silvery eyes
Is dancing in jauntiness, rippling always in the mind.
Looking at the splendour of the golden sky where
The withered flowers of the morn, are studded,
I will remain stringing a garland, with beads of
Your memories and counting my days
For you to return to our haven.
Because our aspirations are the same,
And not different from yours.

An angel in my heart!

An entire lovely spring, you have embodied;
In the glamorous flower chest of a kiss,
The drops of nectar overwhelmed from that sweet kiss
Invoked an ocean of passionate desires, in me.

An angel, you are, who could, with your delicate
Finger touch; make a tidal wave in my veins;
With a wisecrack, make a cascade of melodies,
Into my romantic, and amorous thoughts.

With a transient and fleeting ogling,
So soft, and a tremulous gaze shatter
My philosophy and morals and values in life,
Which I have strenuously up held in my
Subconscious, and respected.

I now pay homage, and genuflect before
That great sage, who pronounced the truth
Of rebirths, after mortal death of the flesh,
Which I trust, is real and not a dream,
Or a mystery, but a hope and an
Eternal truth surpassing eons...

Still awaiting

This love, I can not express entirely,
Even if it rains and then become fine,
It makes the mind subtle and sublime.
I drift like the sylvan streams
Hearkening and dreaming of your love.

I laid blooms of the rainbows on
Your walkway, hoping you will come;
Became the morning mist, and the early rains,
Spreading the honey from the petals of smiles.
Asked the crooning bird to rise up early
And announce, the arrival of dawn,
Awakening it, with my caressing fingers.
Are you still delaying to come over,
And I am getting wearied, looking into
The distance, in your path.

The dusk has now scattered
The brittle petals of the moonlight
Under the canopy of the vine yard,
Permeating an aphrodisiac fragrance.
I lighted a thousand wicks in the lamp
Of my grief stricken eyes, in my agony.
And still await, fluming my throbbing smiles.
Are you yet being delayed, in your avid desire
To come here and become one in me?

Soliloquy of a soul…

Though I am alone
I feel you are hiding
Somewhere here, in me,
Or very much near to me.
Though away, far away
Thoughts about you are
Always surrounding me
Like the chill of a winter.
The heart is inebriating with
Lurid emotions, suspended in nectar;
A fragrance permeates, of musk
Encompassing me, in its spell,
That which you left, here.
Too many cruel memories
Crowd in my thoughts;
Desires call me to your side;
Of in satiated yearnings
For love, for caress, for warmth
And for compassion.

You are away in a distant land
Only my wishes and thoughts can now
Cross the ocean and be near you.
I wish if I could wipe those tears;
I wish if I could caress those
Swollen soles of your feet;
I wish if I could see a rainbow of
Smiles radiating in your lips.
And a happy look in your lovely countenance

EYES!

Your eyes imprisoned me, into
A solitary confinement, for life.
What spell you have cast upon me
To make me possessed, by the charm?
Your youthfulness, made me a slave,
And enlisted me, into your harem.
Turned me afflicted and weary;
Made me lose my strength altogether;
I am at a loss to resist any of your
Advances or overtures, you may adroitly make.


Allow me to dry you up with my long tress of hair;
When you come out of the river after your bath,
Holding your palms to keep the towel in place,
Appearing like the statue of Jupiter,
You take the amorous flowers
From your mind, and harness your eye brows
With them, in your dexterity, in the game of love.
Like Cupid’s quiver, hanging on his shoulder
With the arrows to enamour the lovers.

Allow me, to dab the pollen grain of my love,
On your body, and smother you with
The passion of a hundred maids together;
Enriching me, with the compassion of
Your blissful infatuation for me;
And I could remain in those dark blue seas
Of your eyes as a dream eternally…

This birth is fruitful...

Loving harmony and animosity;
Love and hate!
This is the gist of the human story.
Planning and frustration!
This is the inception of love.

Seasons approach silently and disappear,
Scatter flowers and take it back through the soil.
Blooming blossoms will wither away
Yet, its fragrance permeates,
And always persist and enjoyed,
Through thousands of eons.

We smile and fate laughs along with us.
God will feign, being in deep slumber.
Dreams take birth and vanish into thin air;
Like a fantasy and passion, in mind’s drive.
That sweetness will persist
To become a cloying memory,
Enjoyed through thousands of eons!

We love, and gift our life to the beloved;
The spell of love is enchanting, mystifying;
Endearing, and leading to enormous adoration.
It guides us through endless corridors of
Bliss and delight, passion and lasciviousness;
Elevating us into a spectrum, of jubilation.
That subtle indulgence will persist over eons
And enjoyed through our births and rebirths…

Thinking of you…

Are you arousing, like a drop of dew
From the bosom of a flower, awake
When the rays of the sun kissed it?
Are the eternal stars, disappearing
From watching the world, and its lovers;
When the raindrops started falling down,
From heaven, like you drenching me,
With your enchanting amour.
As the words saddened by desolation
Closed its eyes, like the dusk, in wonder!

Our hearts make bridges of rainbows
Splendoured with boundless love.
The shores dissolve in the waves of desires,
Ditties sung by us in the realm of passion,
Flutters with wings of butterflies and soar
Towards the lofty heaven of golden clouds.
We diffuse in each other, unobtrusively;
Never to part away, as our lives are fulfilled now.

The music of the breath you exhale, is embedded
With sublime adoration, elusive and ethereal.
I have become an unknown, unseen companion
In your trail, interfusing, with the vibes of your soul;
Unknowingly, innumerable desires and passions
Have we exchanged hitherto. And…..

In remembrance of you...

For the reverie of your love,
A love song, deliquesced in my ecstasies,
A song from my spirit, for the first time;
A song I saved and kept for you, in the annals
Of my contrite heart, all the time;
Flowing forth from my soul as a melody,
A splendored song, writhing out of my life.

You have become an inspiration for my poems,
Became my dearest daughter for me to fondle;
My endearing mother to shower my caress;
A bosom maid to guide me, in chaos.
Then my heart throbs and quivers in my spirit,
Became your music, rhythm, and beats in life.
You reckon that rapture, my darling?

One day we became one entity,
Without any reason or rhyme, for something,
Which we never knew, and even ignorant, now.
We desired intensely, never to drift away from each other.
We kept aside a thousand questions to ourselves,
In our hearts, never uttering, and intentionally.
And we evaded them always, subduing it,
Submerging it, in our conscience.
We shared together all our aspirations,
Of all our living moments, in glee.
Don’t you reminisce all those, in your lonely moments?

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!

ICQ! I Seek You…

Did you disappear without
Singing those melodies,
Fizzled in my breath and chest?
Did you go away, without adorning
Those red lotus flowers on you,
Which I plucked for you, from my heart?

I retained for you, a golden string
Made up of my splendid dreams,
And kept vigil for you, to come;
Engrossed in the cloying memories
Of, the charms of your love, so pure.

I have become an echo, resonating like
A strain of music, writhing in pain,
Emanating from the bamboo poles;
When the rampant wind smother them
Wildly, with the pent up passions. Yes,
I have become a tear drop of such an echo!

Whoever, she is...

When I sit fondling my dreams,
I feel like seeing you once again;
And the smiles lingering in your face,
Unfurling the petals of your endearment,
Encrusted with your endless love.

When I saw you again, I feel like talking
Something to you, looking into the depth of
Your turquoise blue eyes and its smirk.
When we came to know each other,
I never think of leaving you, even for a moment
From your soothing presence, caressing me;
And I feel the adoring spate of your tender love
In your silence, drenching me in its sweetness.

I can make out a thousand springs for you,
With a tiny flower of my sublime dreams;
I can make a cascade of rain with the
Endless tears spurting from my eyelashes,
At a time, when I don’t see you for a while.
I can dissolve the moonstone of your love
In my love, to paint many a splendored
Moonlit nights, invading my senses.
I will write a trillion poems in your heart
With a quill dipped in your eternal passions!

Awaiting for you...

Awaken me, softly touching my whole body,
With your slender fingers, of a lotus thread,
Knock gently on the door of my heart,
Unlock it, opening the padlock on it,
Murmur a ditty, leaning on my shoulders,
And lull me softly, quietly into a slumber!

Like a bloom losing its lustre,
In the scorching heat of the sun,
As the moonlight, swinging in the breeze,
And as an ocean, kissing your anklets,
I am here, standing with extended arms
To embrace you, intimately and tighten my
Clasps around your endearing neck;
Yet, you could not kiss me,
Even on my forehead…

As the flouncing moon in the ripples;
Turning into an adoring flower in
The bouquet of your love,
Awaiting with a small pearl,
From the oyster of my heart,
All the time, for you,
Which moved on a leaden feet;
Still you have not offered a flower,
As a present to me,
For the morning radiance, of my light.

Awakening!...

Awaken me, softly touching my whole body
With your slender fingers, of a lotus thread,
Knock gently, on the door of my heart;
Unlock it, opening the padlock there,
Murmur a ditty, leaning on my shoulders,
And lull me softly, quietly into a slumber!

Like a bloom losing its lustre, in the heat of the sun,
As the moonlight swinging in the breeze,
And as an ocean, kissing your anklets,
I am here standing with extended arms
To embrace you closely and tighten my
Clasps around your endearing neck,endearing neck;
Yet, you could not kiss me even on my forehead…

As the flouncing moon in the ripples;
Turning into an adoring flower in the bouquet of your love,
Awaiting with a small pearl, from the oyster of my heart,
All the time, for you, which moved on a leaden feet;
Still you have not offer a flower, as a present
For the morning radiance, of my light.

Incomplete melodies!

A longing in the heart to sing a song!
A desire to dance with the rhythms of my heart!
Yet, there are no lyrics for the song;
And no foot movement for the dance!
The audience have assembled
The time to commence is also past,
My eyelids closed, as I could not hear your voice.

Now beats have slowed down;
Rhythms mislaid;
The clinking anklets became silent;
Lights in the stage faded, one by one,
Extinct, and a gloom pervaded.
The music has screeched to a halt.
The melodies swooned, behind the stage;
Petals of the dark night, started withering….


The blue curtain of the stage downed.
I was weeping, without knowing
What was happening therein?
Out of the gloom you came out
As an apparition, towards me.
Sans costumes and adornments or props;
At that moment, I heard the bells tinkle.
The sun rose and the buds blossomed into flowers,
And we became one in that radiance.

Toys of destiny...

I bid you good morning, my afflictions!
I congratulate you, Time!
I have conquered my territories
I have honoured my conscience.

You are born as a son to the ocean
You, the clouds hovering with black
Wings above, on the firmaments,
Being a celestial messenger, carrying
Errands for the desolate hearts,
And wandering across the blue oceans
And green shades, pouring out your charms,
Sharing your coolness, and warmth.
You left your parents when you were born
And started crying in helplessness,
Missing them for ever; an orphan...
There is no place for you to return or go back;
You have no space to stand alone also.
Who knows the beginning and the end
And what can be gained of earthly relationship
We get tired and weary when forlorn,
We are the toys of the destiny that shapes our ends.
Let me vanquish in the battles of the mind, or you
Give me the potion to forget, everything of life.