Your caress...

It could be just an agitation in the mind
That devoured the words unknowingly;
Words that smouldered in the stumbling heart.
Or it could be the wailing of the shivering soul
In the wind of a winter sowing silence around.

Our lingua franca is so rich with the many beautiful
Words, if they are unsaid or unuttered.
What will be the colour of the feather, falling down
In the recess of a dream and reality?
At the inception, it will be flamboyant with
All the seven colours of the spectrum;
Then fading and blanching into
Disgusting grey, and finally
Into the copper colour of age old brass vessels’
Patina, where most of the time, love takes
Its toll of death finally, and walk away.

So, my dear, swallow your words you desire to utter,
Let the wine of tender love give crimson
Hue to the starving innards of my body,
And intensive sweetness to my scorching lips
Together with a benevolent touch on
My pale emaciated arms.

And perchance to sleep…

Once again we are looking out
Through the windows of the pale moonlight,
Into the darkness beyond, silently.
Candles of my grief stricken desires will
Never burn out or melt away.
The edifice of passions built in the subconscious;
The brandishing waves of the blackened sea
In the mind, is swirling and swelling up...
Like a hornbill’s thirst for a sip of water,
With scorched tongue and sable bill.

Let me jot down behind this bit of paper,
My woes, finally to console myself.
About how we met, then became so close,
And then parted, turning away our faces.
How the smiling buds withered dying,
Without keeping any more unsaid words;
Hiding away behind the mask of silence
And shattered all aspirations in life;
Overtly forgetting to look at each other,
Declining the touch of a finger even.
Suffice this much; let me sleep now in
The depth of this cavern with the heart
Writhing in anguish, of unparallel dimension,
Wearied nonetheless, till I am content.
Do not wake me up till my last breath.

In penance…

Swallowing the untold words of love in my heart,
Without the blanket of imagination in the mind,
Falling asleep in the rumpus of a weary night;
Lighting the funeral pyre to my wingless dreams,
Clanking the bell on the anklet of death,
I am now bidding farewell to my world.

Suppressing the roaring waves of an ocean of wrath
And melting the wild embers into the eyes,
Entangled among the cobwebs of darkness,
Stifling the sound of a weak snivel,
I am not crying in front of others.

Writing the crimson glory of the coral sky
Of the evening, in strange words,
Stretching out in the twilight and
Craving to resurrect and wakeup, seeking out
A word, to portray my woes.
I am cloistered.
I am the silence!

Sustaining and coveting to emerge from
The ant hill, to be a tiny wick of a lamp,
Daring to challenge the onslaught of the wind;
As a thread of rain, falling incessantly into the earth,
Through the tip of the thatched palm leaves;
Let me be silent for a while!

An anathema…

Lost love is an anathema in this birth!
Loving and then losing it,
With undisclosed reasons!
It could happen with anyone in this life;
Like an ember lightening up suddenly
And extinguish, leaving behind fumes of
Frustration, weakening the mind.
In every turn of time and seasons, it reveals
Opening its shuttered windows to show us
Strange sights unwarranted and unexpected;
Commanding us to see what are destined.
And our eyes avert vistas already familiar...
Does this eye decide what should be seen or not?
Does an arrow decide its trajectory and target?

The sights we see directly with our eyes
Could be pictures drawn by someone in the snow.
And will vanish when the summer heat of time
Touch its ruthless fingers on its canvas.
Though the flaming visions in the chest will
Never fade away into oblivion.
Despite the cruel heat or rain or mist
Or grueling circumstances benumbing us,
Will always stand like sculptures in hard stones.

Fluttering wings...

This is a woman…. And her life!
Like a migratory bird devoid of
The nest of its own, to roost every night
In the company of its mate, in bliss.
Wandering through far distant and strange lands;
Searching for food and a shore for shelter
Across the sea, in the trail of those
Who flew that way before her…

Leaving behind the nest that heard her first cry
For the nectar of life, from mother’s breast;
Renouncing the comforting consolations of loved ones
And their affectionate caresses and safety,
Flying away into the boundless horizon.
A migratory bird!

Strange faces, when spotting an unseen land all around,
Bizarre habits of the people and the curious life styles;
Life forgetting the dreams
Forgotten to see, and at last,
Like the wilting flowers of the evening
Ending like the shadows that fade away;
Again revamping a lust for flying again,
Into the plethoric magnitude of the sky,
Leaving behind, a faint flutter of the striving wings.

Solicited trespasses...

You were made for me in heaven;
I belong to you only, ordained for ever.
Keep these words chanting in your heart,
All the time you are awake;
And your subconscious will follow
When you are asleep;
When you walk alone;
When you smile in your mind;
Preserve these words in your memory.

I longed to sing a song about you,
And then you came as its voice,
Rippling and filling the air sweetly;
And when I kept open the door of my heart,
You kept hiding like the fragrance of the spring,
Wafting in the air, the scent of the Mogra flowers.
You became the pearl of my cheerful vibes.
Give me the thirst of your passions!

I yearned to have a glimpse of you;
Then you were hiding from me, mutely.
I could not tell you all that I needed.
Why did you vanish instantly, touching my soul?
What made you prompt the sprouts of my tender emotions?
Why did you unfurl your love in my dreams?
Why did you open the door in the chamber of
My nuptial bower, sneakingly without my knowledge?
You took my silence as my accent to everything!
Was it not a trespass- solicited of course?

HOPE...

If there is a fragrance lurking in the air,
While I awaken you, in this moment,
It is none other than the retrospect on
The lute of my forsaken soul, about the time,
Which sweetened my life, in the days of yore.
You will reenter to touch me with your reviving
Breathe on my soul, as a dream from beyond the senses;
Turning aeons into nanoseconds, bringing
Moonlight and tranquility into my life.

You will be flaking a smile around you,
Analogous to a garden of flowers in the spring;
The alphabets I jot down entirely for you,
As my poems will assume music, and reverberate
In the firmament encircling you like a rainbow.
You will not be able to remain as a recluse
And hide away from me, at that moment
But emerge out into the limelight.

You only have given me thoughts and imagination!
You only taught me to write the alphabet into
Meaningful words, entwining your heart.
I have a vision to melt into the infinity of
Moonlight and build a world of my own
For our being together, and all alone.
I have wings to fly around, and find
The unboundedness of those dreams;
And I have feathers withering and enlightening
The gloomy paths of life’s ubiquitous regions.

URBAN!

The city is an ocean!
An ocean in the true sense!
Calm and serene; wild and furious;
Smiling, playing and teasing;
Muddy and with eddies down below;
Seductive, charming, and adoring;
Disgusting, abhorring, and despicable.

Loving, admonishing, rebelling, and quarreling;
Liquefying in passion and settling in compassion;
Like waves filled with froth and driftwood.
Human Sirens are roaming all over tempting us.
Beckoning us to sin, always tantalizing;
Alluringly lusty, and appealing to carnal desires.
A tarantula with spooky claws, and beady eyes.

But there is no space to lay down your head;
No hearts to share your grief;
No consoling hands to soothe your sorrow;
No souls to surrender your yearning love;
No ledge to keep your burdens for a moment;
Here you have to run to go forward as
The throng pushes you from behind.
Then you stumble, stagger, falter and drop dead.
The crowd treads over your lifeless body
And march away to an unknown destination!

Last moments!

Empty sky above the head;
Wilderness below, and where am I?
I am just like a hornbill in penance,
Longing for a drop of rain water,
To quench the persistent thirst.
Can you give me a drop to wet my throat?

All my senses are fuming in despair,
In the centre, of a sacrificial fire.
(Fire on four sides, and sun above.)
Could anyone be kind enough to
Pour a thimbleful of holy water,
Into my scorching soul and satiate
My thirst, for a moment to revive me?

Death is awaiting at the doorstep, with a hearse
To carry me away into utter darkness.
And when the grills on the cage of my spirit
Shatters, by the flaps of my soul fluttering
On its sides, and shatter them away,
Is there anyone who can moisten
My blistering lips in those last moments,
With some water drops of life, to prolong
My existence in this earth?

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 a bloom
Shrouded by minuscule drops
Of the morning snow,
As the footsteps approached me
I found you as another grandiose 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.

Return...

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

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

SCRIP…

In this flight of stone steps;
In the shade of this banyan tree;
If you could sit with me once again!
I will enfold you with all the flowers that
Wither and fall down in a whole summer.

If you could come to me, quietly like the dusk
Of a monsoon day, I could give you
A complete spell of rain, to chill you with bliss,
And I will stretch as a lightning around you.

If you could awaken as a flower, clad in dew drops
In the winter, I could share the warmth of my heart,
And preserve you without wilting in the winter cold.
Strange and unknown are the paths of our future;
I long to scribble a secret hitherto untold,
On the petals of your tender heart
If you could come to me, at this moment…,

Oscillating passions!

Goddess of my heart! Did you forget
The blossoms of dreams, we gathered together in
The baskets of our hearts, in the past?
The melody, we composed in the lute of our soul,
Of our love, and its vibrant tones?

Are those flames which enlivened in
The temple of your eyes, with dreams
Dowsed with the fuel of love, extinct now?
Through ages and rebirths I was saving
Those specks of flowers resplendent like
The evening sky, in my heart.
Did the beautiful castles you built in
The air of your day dreams, topple down,
Like a palace of cards, in your life?
A mansion embellished with beds, made of flowers,
Kept awaiting through ages for us to lie down
And enjoy through our nuptial nights.
Did that mansion dilapidate, and now raze to the ground?

This life is a branch of a tree,
Where dreams come to roost
All the time, and desires fizzles and vanish.
Here I am happy of my birth, when I enjoy
A tender breeze embracing me with its love,
A bower of jasmine, where I spend my sunny daytime.
And in there an oscillating swing where passion emerges,
And perchance you with me, all the time...

Immortal!

Ophelia and Hamlet,
Caesar and Cleopatra,
Othello and Desdemona,
Homer and Milton and Shakespeare
All are lying in their sepulchers,
Benumbed and forgotten.
Even Kalidasa and the sage Kanwa
Have passed into oblivion.
But Sakunthala still lives in the mind,
In the fathomless depth of human conscience
Alive as a sad idol of womanhood.
She still lives on the bank of Malini;
Pregnant, carrying the embryos
Of her sons in the womb.
In the sacrificial fire, she carries in her mind
Burns a thousand dreams, she pampered,
All through out her life for her future, as
The all knowing time is grinning and guffawing.

The Dushyanthas of this age still thrive,
Forgetting and evading such unsullied maidens;
And a thousand aspirations blow apart, in the torrent
Of tears which flows out of their eyes.
Still the Time grins and guffaws…

Obsessions of a life time...

I feel I am embracing you, when I touch
The soft petals of a blossom;
And sense your tender love in
The splendour of the moonlight;
Your eyes are sparkling stars of the heavens
Shimmering when you are beside me;
Your mind overwhelms with your fondness,
As the bluish sky, with its fathomless depth,
My heart sizzles with the untamed waves
Of the sea, while your countenance
Reflects in the ripples of a tiny brook.

It’s your tears that lurk in the dew drops of the morn;
Your enamouring smile, I see in the jasmine bunches.
The hue of my dreams, are splendors of the rainbow;
The fragrance is that, you poured in my reminiscence.
The pining spring you caused to burgeon in my life,
I remorsefully recollect, benumbs my senses,
While I sit in the closed chamber of my retreat;
And touch the rain drops, through the open window.
I feel the frustration, for the lost specks of your love,
Which once adhered on the tips of my fingers,
That flew away now from me, in the wind.
The pale sky of the evening fills sadness in the mind.
In the gloom of the night, that dismay is writing
On my soul, with the black ink of my destiny.
Again a hope is kindling the flame of
My life, expecting you back into my life.

Forgotten dreams...

Have you forgotten the dreams of yesterdays,
We fondled together and savoured?
The magical notes of endearing music,
Together we shared, through our affection,
While playing the strings on our lutes.
Are those flames you lighted from your
Fantasies, in the inner temple of your eyes,
Extinct now, and has wilted for ever?
They personified the blessings, I gathered through
My rebirths, in wait for you, as the blossoms
Of golden dusks in the garden.
Did those mansions you erected in your dreams,
Tumble down and shatter with those stupors?
The castle which was flamboyant with those
Nuptial bowers with flowers, was waiting
For us to enter in, for many rebirths.

LUNACY...

The heart of a man is a bedlam
It’s a dance floor of chronic diseases.
Each emotion is lunatic,
A wayfarer dying at last, running after
A street car named desire.
The world is an illimitable place,
And in there the poor man is
Like a speck of dust in the sea shore,
Seeking a fallacy called life,
To sleep for ever, before he retires,
No need to foster a secret hope,
No use to show a derailed temper,
Everything ends when the final breath
Is arrested by the Almighty!

Proposals!

Man chase many an aspiration
And God decrees as He wishes;
Ivory towers build in the mind
Are shattered to smithereens;
Sweetest dreams diffuse in the tears.

When we get a flower,
We desire for a garden,
Full of dazzling blossoms.
When we accomplish that garden,
We aspire to have the whole
Of spring for us.
Thus blossoms thousands of
Dreams in the mind, that finally
Wither, in the desolate forest of death.

Is it feasible that gold can
Blot out tears from the heart?
Can it drive away the agony in the soul?
Could any treasure, earned
With out the sweat of the brow,
And blood, last permanently
In life with anyone?
Man proposes and God disposes.

Bleeding rose...

You standing at the grave of dreams,
In the gloom of the moon light!
Do you reckon the sea of your grief
Will calm down, by shedding a drop of tear?
Even when your inset was bleeding
You were dancing and singing, repressing
Your pain, like the nightingale who sang
While its wings were on fire.

You concealed your woeful sighs
Under the heavenly, enchanting melodies,
And camouflaged your tears in the veil
Of angelic smiles, adorning your lips.
The spectators who relished in the
Delightful performance, you showed,
Were never aware of the anguish
Inundating your doleful heart;
And they could not wipe your tears
With their clapping hands, applauding you.

The image adored and embraced by the heart
Has faded and lost its lustre by
Gnawing prejudices and disinformation…
Obliterating, the sunshine with black clouds
Of despair and obscurity of frustration.

A robot...

Will the thirst in the heart be quenched,
By merely looking into each other’s eyes?
Is it possible to suppress all the longing
Of the youth, and contain them
Only in the hungry looks, which are exchanged?

What is the use of the pollen in a flower,
If the butterflies and the flower remain aloof?
Why is the honey kept in the flower,
If it is not around with its proboscis?

Life is the branch of a tree, where
Small dreams roost to rest in the night.
You came in my life like the soft ripples
Of a brook silently , but with quaint whispers
And smile and a song cheerfully;
Caressed the scorching shores of my dreams
Moistened it with your life and embraced it.
Inebriated like an earthen pot drenched
With the wine of your passion, kept inside;
Gave me handful flowers of dreams, but all
Made with papier-mâché, that could not
Share even a speck of pollen from it!
What ever I saw in the chariot of my dreams
Were images made of clay and were not real,
But replicas of House of Wax idols.
My sweetest imaginations hovered around that figure.
Flattered, she drifted from me smiling treacherously.
I discerned that those sculptures lacked
The heart and soul and was a robot, then.

My angel in my dreams!

Unseen dreams and fantasies
Are magnificent and awe inspiring,
Like unheard music that titillates the senses.
You sleep, my blossom of eyelids,
I no longer wish to unfurl that flower.

I offer you nights where lies beds of flowers,
Bedecked by buds of unquenched passions.
I can fondle you, like a breeze trying
To comb your hair, and caress you with my love.
I will become a dewdrop falling on your
Sweet lips that diffuses in your soul.
I will keep a scented kerchief on your eyelids,
To keep away the light disturbing your sleep.
I will cover your body softly with my breath,
Like the moon light stroking the flora.
I will tap a musical note on your inset.
While smothering your feet, in your slumber.
The lode star is lowering its wick, and fading
To infuse somnifacient light for you.
And I am becoming a silent melody,
Watching over your angelic sleep.

The final act…

What made us to call a flower, love that withers
When it is only half unfurled?
Why did we call the breath taking magnificence
Of a rainbow, that can always melt
In the tears, a maiden?
Why do we a call a hornbill, which is always thirsty,
The desire or passion or lust, in the human mind?
Why do we call that butterfly hoping around
Pretty flowers, an alluring dream?
Why that crystal platter that shatters, when dropped
In the earth, is called the human mind?
Why do you call an uninvited guest
Coming into our life, the destiny?
Why do we call a comedian who arrives
At the most inopportune moment into the play,
Unannounced and unexciting, DEATH?

Of promises and resolutions...

31st December, AD> (any year)
“Thanks a thousand times.. Thank you once again;
For years you were roosting in my bosom with your love;
In your desolate hours and the intervals in your offline hours
You were always with me as, my exhaled breath.
Sharing your warmth on my body and soul,
With the fragrance of vibrant lasciviousness.
Thus far, and no further from now on!
From to-morrow we are becoming strangers.
You are alienated. estranged, and no more in my life.”

They stood in the shade of the lonely rain tree;
His lips were quivering in the vicissitudinous emotion,
Her eyes were gloomy and teardrops hesitated to fall down.
He took the last puff from the smoldering cigarette.
That was ready to cinder its filter in the next moment.
He threw out the filter of the fag.
No more smoking from to-morrow!

Time stopped!. The traffic screeched to a halt!
Earth stopped its rotation on its axis!
There was no airin the atmosphere to breathe.
Everything at a standstill!
None of these happened….
No thunderstorms and lightning!
Even the merciful gods did not
Shower flowers from heaven, as a markof appreciation!

Everyone knew that tomorrow will witness
Him scrambling for discarded butts of
Those cigarette stubs for another long puff.
And she will again stand in the shade of the rain tree
Awaiting the sound of his treads on the sand.
One more year is chugging out...

I am drowning in dreams…

Could you tell him about the love in my heart,
When you see him next, my dearest breeze?
Whatever my heart speaks you can
Whisper into his ears, softly,
And I am sure, your tinkling bangles
Will laugh out loud, at my stupid words,
Looking in the mirror of the placid river.
When the blue sky spread its peacock plumes,
A blossom starts smiling from the top of a tree.
My quivering desires became a ruby
In my heart yearning to hear his coquetry,
And to chatter my replies, garnished with love.


When I stand reticently near him
And my desires fuming inside like a volcano;
When I flee away playfully without answering
Him, and mutter my reproaches for being late.
As I desire with passion to see him again,
And to close my eyes, lest I see his trembling
Lips seeking to close on mine lustfully,
I am covered with a sweet bashfulness
And turn numb, stupefied and shudder.
But my dear friend, don’t tell him those things.

Forest flames!

The Forest Flames were full of fiery blooms
Like the wood was set on fire.
The spring has arrived and all around
The nature attained puberty, her cheeks
Reddened and her eyes brightened.
How come your affections, turned to become
A tambourine, emiting vibrant music?
Which thoughts made the elixir for you,
To become, the cloyingness of a romantic poem?

You disappeared from the pathway,
Where the embers of the evening sun was
Glowing, like the lodestar of the evening sky.
How many rains and monsoons came in and retreated,
And scorching summer came and receded?
How many full moons, how many springs,
Went away silently, smothering the forlorn life?
I mounted your memories like the idol of
A deity, clasped in my chest, grappling them.

In this valley, where the Gulmohar blossomed,
Where the stars of flowers, flourish in glee,
When can I see the alluring countenance again?
When do I hear the endearing voice again?
I am waiting here, to glance once again
That love smitten smile, enamouring my life.
Are you grinning like a Carnation
Held in the palms of destiny?

A present from God!

We cannot find God in His heaven, and
As well, could not find Him in this barren
Earth also; He is missing altogether…


He is now sitting cool in our minds only,
And the greatest present He has given
Sitting there, is the gift of a beautiful
Lamp we call Love, ever radiating
Its magnificence in glory, to all.
Keep that lamp clean, wash it,
Polish it, pour oil in it, and add a wick
And light the golden flame;
Protect it from the hurricane lest it extinguish;
Make sure there is sufficient oil in it, always,
To keep the flame, ever glowing.
Carry it to enlighten others thoughts.
If ever we forget that any time,
Time is keeping a vigil to put it out,
Walking along with us, waiting for a chance.
Beware! It is a precious gift of the Almighty.

Of human bondage...

Through tear filled eyes,
Through silent anguish.
Souls being separated;
The pangs of desolation
Is unknown to the cruel destiny!
Like sharing and partitioning
Gold, jewelry and wealth,
Never try to cut and tear away
The heart, of its cloying relations;
Never splinter and separate it.

The five elements of the universe have
Adorned you, the attire you are wearing,
On your soul and you never had a choice
To decide on what ever you desired;
Even if your attire is removed at
Your death, do not attempt to
Break away from a relationship of
The heart, because you are merely
A witness of a story being unfolded
On its own, without your effort or
Fancy or desire, or aspirations.
Do not interrupt its natural evolutions!

Transformation!

Ages come, transform and come again.
Winds change its directions very often;
Unpredictable changes occur in their path.
Shores melt into the ocean and then
Become coastlines again through time.
Like the story of life, it continues for ever.
And continuously transcends all predictions.
A string of black clouds will exit the stage,
After intermittent rains in their seasons;
And the spectacular rainbow, appear in splendour.
The face of truth hidden among gold and wealth
Will shine in the morning glory, of another eon.

The anguish burning in the eyes of the down trodden
Will bloom, as a fiery star among the populace.
And in it every sweet desires and dreams
Will deliver a world, where liberty, and
Equality with fraternity will prevail.
That is the big dream! Rejoicing
A vision of true Christmas!

HEART!... a woman...

At the time of creation, how did
God manage to mould and create
The heart of Eve, from the primordial soup,
In the beginning of this universe?
What were the properties He used, to make it?
Stone? Granite? Or even clay, that dare not
Dissolve in the grief stricken tears of man?

We perceive and feel, in there exist
Thousands of gloomy dungeons, where
Sunlight fears to penetrate all the times;
And caverns deep, in the unknown hells;
And Valley of Baca, the valley of tears;
The gateway towers with its illusory paths
Where ghosts and zombies roam and shelter.
Who has ever seen the heavenly mystical
Streams of love, meandering, through it?
No one could probe or open that fortress yet.

Poets, who wrote love poems, thought they have the key!
Scientists, philosophers and musicians all
Expounded theories, believing, they have found the truth...
Nevertheless, to probe the intricacies of the
Mysteries, all failed in to-to, and dismally.
Still she burns a million dreams daily
In the furnace of the sacrificial fires
Of her mind, and time grins at it…

Withering flowers of life

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

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


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

ORBITS...

As in an atom, protons and neutrons,
Electrons and nucleus, revolve in orbital;
So is the solar system, the sun, planets
And satellites are in motion eternally;
Revolving, rotating, orbiting around the beloved
Nucleus, always tending to close in, in its orbit
With active positive charge, embedded in it.

The role of the sun is like vibrant and intense love;
The lover always in orbital around
The beloved earth, seeking proximity
And always remain in the vicinity.
None of them have any options or desire
To change their paths of orbit;
It goes on desiring a fusion.

Humans also have the same urge in the mind
And are unable to change the path of their
Love and death, while living in this earth.

When we dine sumptuously, on delicious dishes,
We applaud the chef for his culinary skills,
But fail to think about the slaughter of
Those dumb creatures, which appear in the platter.
We kill, and relish devouring the carcass,
And become forlorn and desolate unintentionally,
In the case of love also, at the very inception...

Death’s gateway…

With the blooms of tears spurting in her eyes,
In the soft sunlight of her remembrances,
Who is she bowing in reverence with
Downcast eyes like a psalm, before
Your final resting place,... like a
Heart rendering psalm, all alone?

You have measured the invaluable love
In terms of immense wealth and money;
And bartered it, at the cost of your tears.
Why did such a rich maiden
Await even today straining to hear a din?
Is there a heart, throbbing in the depth of
This sepulcher, calling out your name from there?
Is it possible to hear the resonance of voices,
Which has been swallowed by some mysterious silence?
Could a heart stricken by the death blow
And cut off into a hundred pieces
Resurrect from the dead and beckon a beloved?
Except that a hundred blossoms will bloom
In the earth, from the blood spilled there by the assailant!

Delirium…

Whom do you search in the gloom
Down below, with tear drops in your eyes;
As dew on the petals of the rose in the dawn?
Did your smile become pallid
As it withered, on the forlorn shores
Of some dreams, flamboyant
With magical ecstasies embedded,
Sizzling there with lustful passions?

Did any unknown rhythms of music
Awaken in your heart, any time now?
Did desires and ardent ardour
Smother your musings?
Do you keep open the mystic doors
Of your mind filled with anguish?
And dedicate cadent musical
Melodies, dunk in unsullied love?

Do you smoulder and burn
In excruciating dreams, of your slumbers?
Can you spill laughter through tears?
Could you meditate in penance sporadically
Like a vibrant reverie in the darkest
Dungeons of dismay and desolation now?

A voice from the sky...

As I adoringly sniff at a bunch
Of fragrant flowers,
Of my reminiscence,
In the desolate moments of
Life’s turmoil and tumult,
Spawning as a bolt from the blue;
A fairy from heaven carried me
Away, flying into the distant heavens,
From my reveries, cuddling in her arms.
I heard her telling me in soft whispers
And soporific musical note of mystic spell.
“My darling, you sleep well” soothing
Me to a slumber, in the realm of Avalon.

Who is calling my name, from down below
And telling me, “Forget everything;
Forgive me”, in a somnifacient voice?
That’s him telling me to come back
To his bosom, my haven of commiseration!
“If it is not for forgiving and forgetting ones
Lapses, what is the meaning of loving
And love in this earth?”

Yesterdays!

The agony came again as tranquility;
And mourned in the corner of the eyes
Yesterdays approached in a boat of shadows
In the large pond, where the summer moon remained.
Only few memories are left, in the vision of
The mind, to taste the sweetness of bygone days.

Though you are only a mere dream in my slumber;
Why can’t you just come near me?
Each word I write here is for you only.
Can’t you just realize that in your thoughts?
I remember your face, when in the night
I scoop in my hands the moonlight coming
Through my window, and kiss it’s radiance.

What I smell is the fragrance of your sweat,
Or the blossoming jasmine, in the night.
I am not sure!
Who jots your name a thousand times,
With the point of a quill, on the page of my heart?
I don’t know!

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……

Soul search…

While I tenderly sniff at a bunch of flowers
Of reminiscences, in my solitary moments,
A fairy carried me and flew away,
From my reveries, and I heard her softly
Telling me, in a whisper into my ears;
“My darling, you sleep well”, and soothing me
To slumber, in the warmth of her bosom.

Down, down there, someone is calling my name.
I cannot discern who it is, and when I hearken
That voice seems to be telling me” Forget and
Forgive everything. It’s not worth pursuing the feud.”
It should be none other than my sweetheart.
What is the bliss in life from the bonds of love?
If we cannot forgive and forget trespasses?

Life is an ocean and we are bubbles in the froth
On the vast shores, when the waves embrace
The land line and then retreats to its hold.
In the flicker of a moment it vanishes into
Nothing, without leaving any foot prints
On the sands of time and space or void.
We can not attribute any greatness for our
Existence on.these fleeting bubbles of air
And in the eternal march of time, our life time
Is not even a speck in its whole duration,
That is less than a mere century.
Why do we fret and drift away in fickleness?

RUN OUT!

As the dusk was bidding farewell,
The poor smouldering cloud,
Shed its tears in grief as raindrops,
Liquefying the sun, in its despair.

Then you became the reflective silence,
Diluted in the veil of the mist.
I jotted down with a quill
Dipped in the inkpot of my intense intimacy
For you, your lucky horoscope.
Did your eyes fail to see the full moon,
At an angle from this vantage point?
Will you come and whisper into my ears
What you hold as your ardent aspiration in the mind?

In a tempest of summer, we parted
Yesterday, without a reason after a squabble.
Then finally became one again soon,
In the chillness of a lake of inferno.
Is this the only birth for us to be together,
At the cross roads where our egos collide?
I am like a rainbow of love and desires,
Melting in the bleeding wounds in my heart.
I will wait a hundred disconsolate births,
For you to come back as a hornbill
Longing for the rain in the summer,
In the lap of obscurity in oblivion,
Away from the saddening world I live…

Complacency...

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

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

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

Abandoned?.. Never!

Can you fly down to me, with a message of love,
My dear flamingo, in the chillness of the rain clouds,
From the resplendent rainbow fondling the sky?

Tell me, you growling hungry Ocean, an answer.
Where is the bard, I love like my life?
My dearest maid, did you see, the anguish
I wrote, artfully as the calligraphy of my heart,
In disquiet, with welling tears in your eyes?
Did you stop to hearken the cadence of a song,
From my soul, sung in distress?

Tell me; did you see him jotting down a scrap
To say he is coming soon to see me?
The horizon of my love, and the life I lead
Has imprisoned me in a castle, I detest.
Yet, I covet to become a rain cloud and
Shower all my love, draining it on him,
From the heaven, soaring over him beady- eyed;
To sprout as a hundred thousand petals of love,
In his despondent existence in this earth;

A melody in the eyes...

Blossom of a hermitage; a bloom, still not kissed,
Thrilling even the alter, where it is offered;
Where the lips radiate the glimmer of the rubies,
A composition of beauty of the loveliness of spring,
An embodiment of luscious tender emotions;
The opulence of the countenance, induce me to
Write subtle romantic poems, making me a poet.
Let that song resonate in your lips always.

In your eyes, where the blue ocean ripples,
Blooms a season of parching desires
That impels my soul, and gives me the impetus
To vivify those ardent desires, into words of a melody.

The nymphs of the clouds in the yonder blue,
Bowed their heads in reverence to your sapphire blue eyes.
I wish if I could become a sweet dream in there,
And my love, shoot out tender sprouts in joy.
The buds of roses adorning the morning dew drops,
Wilted after seeing the enviable lips quivering in you.
Let me write a poem abound in love, lurking in those eyes;
Let it sparkle and glisten in them for ever.

“Love me, love me only...”

There is only one thing, I fondle under the sky;
And that is the tune of love which chants,
“Love me; love me only”, “I love you; you alone.”
Let us enjoy the treat of fragrance, pervading
Out of our life, and the thrill leading us to
Forget ourselves and our existence.

In the lap of a rainbow, you dissolve in me,
And assimilate, like the river flowing into the sea.
In your tress, I perceive the swooned rain clouds
Of the monsoon, refusing to stir and awaken.
The golden sky gleamed in your eyes;
A melody meditated in your coral lips,
Myriads of topaz lights flustered in the smiles;
And love inveigled, shuddering the mind.

Wild flowers borrowing the grace of maidens,
Forgot its pride, and returned their hue,
Fragrance and honey from the spring
To you, and entrusted me to keep you in vigil
As a treasure, invaluable and infinitely rich;
And to be a demigod, to protect her fortunes.

The stream of erotic romance forgot its cadence,
Borrowed from the heart of this beautiful damsel,
Gifted its anklet, bangles and other embellishments
For her dance and asked me to be the music in it...

Consummation!

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

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

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

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

Isolated?

Just can’t find the branch of a tree to perch,
No vineyard to stay one night to rest,
No eyes, filled with tears of love,
To keep wait, for my return to home.

Looking at the full moon in the far away sky,
The waves of the sea is fuddling with
The tempest of love, in its heart.
A lonely lover, somewhere beyond vistas of sight,
Is humming, a melody without break.
What are you staring at, with grief filled
In your eyes, you my lode star?
The dusk had spilled the vermilion, which
The day has gifted in its affection, to the night.
She became so forlorn after the day
Has vanished too quick, in a few moments
After just touching out, like touch- and- go.

We are like two fish, caught in the net of love.
There is no possibility to escape now,
No way to flee from here in refuge, in fear.
We can’t gain anything if we object.
We will forget everything in our embraces.
Better be together than keeping aloof.
Union gives strength!

Insomniac waves…

Tidal waves!
Waves that can never cease and sleep;
Insomniac, laughing always, cuddling together
And hugging and playing on the shores;
Swimming around in delicate ecstasy!

Let us become these waves of this ocean.
Of our immortal and eternal passions.
Let us cover up our stripped nakedness
Of intense emotions, under the blanket
Of the silvery moon light, beaming from heaven,
Submerge ourselves in a game frolicking
In this alluring and fuddling water;
Entwining our bodies like snakes, when mating
With hoods of rubies and crawling in the sand,
Wriggle and slither in unison in the frenzy
Of lecherous passions, in each of our cells,
Forgetting ourselves, in its entrancement.

Let us become the shores of this ocean;
And allow the delicate nails of the waves,
To scratch and bruise, while fondling the breast,
Lying spread-eagled there invitingly,
Filled in feverish love with lust.
Melt into a state of euphoric exultation;
And gather the oysters from the whirls
Of her navel of strings, and kiss them.

I still love you, my…

In the unknown parameters of the barren
Sky, of an autumn season;
Like the rumbling roar of the clouds,
In a soft key, audible yet feeble;
Like the vacillating wearied reminiscence of
Yesterdays, that slumbers and quicken in
The horizon of senses, very often,
Something rapping at the door of your heart,
And you may throw open it; making you smile
Unobtrusively and your mind dwell in the past.

Wandering through space and time,
May be, our smiles collide somewhere there,
And may embrace and kiss on the impulse
Of our magnificent obsessions of the past
Passionate relationship we maintained.

In such a clinch, I can visualize our
Very personal and private experiences,
Become flourishing green buds, and blossom
Into tantalizing, magnificent flowers,
Emanating a soul stirring sweet fragrance.
Flooding the atmosphere, around us.
I love you still my darling...

Withering flowers in life

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

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


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

A snapshot of heaven!

The spring squabbled with you,
For having robbed its fragrance away
To your enamoring lips.
And its exquisite bouquet of hues,
As rainbows lay concealed in your
Imposing cheeks and inviting eyes.
The rubicund lips might have blossomed
In a rose flower, ruddy with intense desires, which.
I have enslaved, along with her undying love.

Dreams are alive when in slumber;
And also when awake, their presence is felt.
I will soar up to heaven in my body, on the wings
Of such a dream, and find my beloved,
Sitting under a tree on which the stars blossom,
On the banks, of a brook in paradise.

She will be always with me, caressing and
Holding my fingers, in adoration kissing them,
And embracing me, leaning on my chest.
When the translucent clouds gently breeze up,
To immerse us in jubilant intoxication
Of exotic exultation, and nirvana…

The moon probe: CHANDRAYAN…

Opening the gates of the towers of light,
Once upon a time man walked in.
Mother Nature of the universe stood empty handed
To accost him at a reception, in honour.
While cooling off, after falling in the lagoon
Of empty space, as a splinter from the sun,
The earth woke up from its slumber.
It gathered living cells from the atmosphere
And adorned them, for meioses and evolution.
.
In those early days man commenced creating
Artifacts; wondrous and elegant architecture,
Sculptures, edifices and palaces of magnificence..
He made cities renowned for its artistic handwork,
Temples and churches of perfect artworks.
Mohen-jadaro, Harappa, Indus Valley Civilization,
Mayans, Aztecs, Incas, and many more.
Great men, great emperors and empires.,
Walked this earth and enriched it with wealth.
Prosperity in every field where human efforts
Were directed, and channeled for progress.
Earth turned to be an abode of plenty and immortal.
Imaginations flared and grew wings to fly.

When the earth flourished with wealth
The sun enraged at the sight with envy.
The Venus, the preceptor of Asuras , showed
Its reddish eye with wrath in its mind.
One of those days while circling the earth
The moon asked a blessing from Mother Goddess:
”Send these humans once to this desolate place;
Let them make this as another world like earth.”
And that desire and dream is being fulfilled today!

Randy desires...

The melancholy tune of the sitar
Bemoans in the heart!
As a subtle prelude of the grief,
It enclosed the thoughts.
You could become my perpetual rhythm
And shadows, again tomorrow;
As radiant as the flame of
A glowing lamp, in the gloom.
The exhilaration of the ecstasy beamed
And gleamed, in her moist eyelids.
Someone is pouring the soothing lustre
Of psychedelic strobe lights, in the soul;
And the moonlight conveyed a message of love.
Come as a melody into my heart
And whisper into my life now!

The rain clouds have awakened
The golden sands of the shores of the mind,
With images of a flower bedecked coach and
The stage for amorous entanglements of
Loving bodies, hitherto unappeased,
Raging as an inferno with lust…