I FORGOT TO TELL YOU

I forgot to tell you, my beloved
I forgot to tell you of my love
I forgot.

I am your love, my lover
I saw a dream last night
A garden full of flowers in its splendor
And we striding amongst them;
Though I sat the whole night beside you,
And in the faint light of the lamp
We sang as the rain was splattering on the roof
And I forgot to tell you entirely about my
Love to you, I forgot…My beloved!

You are in my breath
You are in my heart beat
Your fragrance permeate my face
You keep me inside the mist of your love
Though you fondled me with
Your soft, lotus like fingers;
Though you covered me with
Your locks of musk scented hair
Though I touched the pearl like
Buttons of your breast
Yet I forgot, I forgot to tell you
The entirety of my love to you
My beloved.

CHANGES...

Today's tears are not the one
That dried up in the cheek, yesterday
Today’s smile is not the one,
Which faded yesterday from the lips.

Every emotion is not
Repetition, not at all, repetitions.
They are absolutely fresh,
Charming, and wonderful.

The water flowing to day, from
The spring, is not of yesterday’s
Nor the fleeing clouds are the same
Yonder, amidst the starry sky.

Yesterday’s feeling for my beloved
Also is different, today it’s more ardent.
In life’s rugged path, everything change
Yielding place for everything new,

And Providence decides the hue.........

DARKNESS AT NOON

Bearing a borrowed birth, and shouldering
The weight of despondent disillusionment;
Exhausted by treading over endless distance
In travail, along the never ending paths,
Among the citadels and snow clad
Pinnacles of love’s hazardous and
Mysterious state ways, where time
Stands still as sentinels, and chaos
Settles in the mind, in that daze.
Like a season of ceaseless rains;
Like the scorching flames of the summer sun.
The drifting pain burning in the memories.
Even when the shores of summer is fading out
Or even when the midnight’s stars are shedding
Their embers, into the gloom below.
I am trotting alone…

Everywhere the grueling rail of darkness
With its hatred extend to the horizon.
With the boundless length of shadows of despair
Dusk creeps up as a riddle in the reminiscence.
Life is becoming sordid and tense.

We are the rickety shadows on the shores;
The wings of the vulture, in the clouds.
Still galloping forward, with gusto.
These unending journeys are the gift of Providence.

Midnight is around the corner.
Sinners are left alone, and the silence
Of a man wandering alone is the wrath of
Endless days and the misery of that man
Who has no rebirth, continues….

SLUMBER

If you could
Spread your tiny wings,
Leaving the cage of your
Mind and fly into my lips;
Awake as a sonnet, and
With the plumes of your
Sweet words, caress me;
Blow out the flame of my woes
Humming a soft ballad,
Rock me to slumber.

The breeze sings a lullaby
The leaves are swaying in the wind
The clouds kissing in their embrace.
Can’t you pour the nectar of this
Lurid night and calm me to sleep?

You save the sweetness of this hour
When shadows and shadows hug;
The sea whispers and the earth
Swoons in its mirth....
And induce me to sleep..

BARREN MIND...

In an isle where dreams are taking me for a ride,
Likes and desires become an affliction in life.
I can’t decipher what I see in my solitary internment;
If they are truths or illusion, I just can’t make out.
Who can tell me the precise answer to those visions?
Truths or illusion, realistic or deceitful!

I was offering garlands of love in my worship
Of that idol, all throughout my life,
Since we met and became one.
A mind coveting for the spring season
In love, turned into a barren wasteland.
The conscience of every man is one
Wild jungle, where pure blossoms
Of love sincere, refuse to bloom.

Indeed a wild desolate and cruel jungle
Is the mind of a man, without remorse!
Insincere, crafty, egotistic, unfaithful;
Ever ready to swerve like a snake in flight.

WOMEN...DON'T BE OFFENDED...take it easy!..

A WOMAN! [NOT YOU]

Oh! the gladness of her gladness when she is glad
And sadness of her sadness when she is sad
But the gladness of her gladness
and the sadness of her sadness
Are as nothing....
To the badness of her badness
when she is bad.........

She is an angel in truth,
a demon in fiction
And means the greatest of all contradictions..


She is afraid of a cockroach,
she will scream at a mouse
But she 'll tackle a husband ,
as big as a house.

She 'll take him for better
or take him for worse;
She will split his head wide open
and then be his nurse.
And when he is well and can get out of bed
She 'll pack up a tea-pot
and throw it at his head.

She is faithful, deceitful,
keen sighted and blind
She is crafty, she is simple,
she is cruel, she is kind
She 'll lift a man up,
she will cast him down.
She will make him her hero,
her ruler, her clown.

You will fancy she is this,
and you will find she is that,
For she will play like a kitten,
she will fight like a cat
In the morning she will,
in the evening she won't
And you are always expecting she will,
but she won't.

Call It Love?

The ache which had no name
Someone called it love.
The honey which dripped and split
In the earth was called tears.
The mirage with the golden tinge
We called it the imagination.

The bamboo which was cut
And was injured, cried.
And that worthless wooden
Tube was called a flute.

The beautiful clouds wept and
Its color splashed across the sky
It became the rainbow.
And the unforgotten silent music
Which emanated was called the mind.

YOU SHOULD KNOW....

Words pure and love filled,
I have to confess to you;
The truth in my heart, you never knew,
As you stand apart with spite in your thoughts;
Even when chanting your name in my soul;
Day and nightI kept my unsung love,
A secret, in the labyrinth of my heart.
Inside me an ocean swelled to fondle you,
And your soul yearned for that caress endlessly.
You heard the eternal music, resonant of love.

I know not what to call that sweet agony it creates,
Of the rapturous relation ..Love!
Or is it the divine mercy
Designed to paddle through life, without
Drowning in its depth?

Turned a tear welling cloud,
Me an equation of destiny;
And you, a seed promising a forest in you;
Like the earth craving for the rain....

FOR EVER AND ALWAYS YOURS …

This road is lonely; not a soul around.
The sky looks so majestic, with all its possession.
Your memory is filling me with all its opulence;
Then I saw a star weeping up there, glimmering,
Shedding its tears, into the clouds below.

Our futile birth has become the whimpering
Hand of a clock, indicating the seconds in life
Of the boundless eternity.
Grief and happiness mingle here;
And desires and passions die here;
Naturally without any cause or reasons.

In those days I sang for you to hear,
And I wrote poems for you to read.
But now you are not in my presence;
Only wilted dry petals of blossoms
Withered from the plaids of your hair
Remain here, reminding me of your
Exquisite smiles and laughter and
Your humorous prattle.

Man! Who created you in this earth?
Who glorified you in this life?
You have deserted me, but your
Memory still persists and enlivens
My soul- Everlasting, fresh and green,
Even after death ...for ever and always yours

MY NIGHTINGALE..

My love turned you
Into a caged bird
I purchased your silver skies
I closed your horizon
In the crust of my heart….
Without anyone seeing it.

I craved to hide you as a pearl
In the locket of my necklace
I heard, you chanting my name,
In your every heartbeat.

I knew the balmy fragrance of your
Eternal love towards me
I saw the rapidity of your mind
Coveting only my ecstasy.
I was your refuge, mother, goddess,
Your beloved, and your unborn daughter.


And what are you for me?
The rain which poured down
On the scorched earth of my heart
Thirsting for the water
Of your interminable love…

A boon-giver who appears in the dream
Before the hapless, helpless devotee,
To grant any gift off him
And I chose your loving heart…

SOLITUDE...

Solitude!
Are you also a lover?
Are the dewdrops, the wrath of the night?
Strange desires!
Your paths are so broad,
And amazing, with my love.

Soft breeze!
can you hear this rhyme?
Could you go and whisper it into her ears?
Come back here to shower that music
Embedded with her love, to me?

The woods have now assumed a splendor,
And life a pleasure, always in here;
Forever spring, and without seasons.
The spirit always,is in harmony,
All throughout the day and night.
Today my silence is immersing
In the rhythm of the melody
Of your love……..

INFATUATIONS OF A BIRTH !

You have taken my birth
And me yours...so the Providence decreed…

Infatuations filled our birth
with magnificent obsessions
And we imbibed the nectar of our love.
You were my daughter and my son.
My hands became a cradle for you
And I sang a lullaby in your slumber.

I will adorn your lips, and brows
And your cheeks and nape with
Very warm kisses, engrossed in my love.
I will watch your pranks and naughty smiles.
You, my beloved, sleep close to my bosom.

In this chamber, and along the walkway,
I will hold your soft fingers in my hand,
And follow you like a shadow;
Shower you with kisses all along.

Like the dewdrop lingering on a rose petal
I see you snuggling at my side.
My spirit is enthralled by this sleeping angel.
Do not disturb her in her siesta
Lest, my dreams vanish in the void….

CALL IT LOVE !

The ache which had no name
Someone called it love.
The honey which dripped and split
In the earth was called tears.
The mirage with the golden tinge
We called it the imagination.

The bamboo which was cut
And was injured, cried.
And that worthless wooden
Tube was called a flute.
The beautiful clouds wept and
Its color splashed across the sky
It became the rainbow.
And the unforgotten silent music
Which emanated was called the mind.

A DEW DROP…

A drop of dew slept on the bosom of the night
It cried and resumed its slumber.
When the moon ran into clouds, for a moment.

Who closed the window ajar, playfully
Where the small birds were chirping?

Who turned the word of the breeze
That was combing her hair, into nectar?

Who drew with black mascara
The dreams in her eyes?

And who made her tremulous
With those adorable dreams?

In the dusk, when the tears were drying up
Who showered the tiny drops
Of rain, on her lovely face?

Who became the nightingale amidst
The foliage on the tiny branches?

Who wrote the verse on her cheek
With a pink forefinger?

VANISHING DREAMS

My lost dreams! you have set
A throne for me full of woes.
My lost paradise! You have weaved a
A crown of thorns for my pate.

Spring and summer is gone.
I see the dead dried leaves in the earth.
Winter is cruel, though it leaves
Some moisture on the leaves..

The heart is in agony
For the deceit of my love.
My life goes on and on
Like a corpse walking in sunshine,
without shadows,solitary.
May be there is no semblance of reason
For the lies; to toss a life into spasm
Of cruelty, of this maddening world.

A fog of confusion dawns on my thoughts.
Of treachery, of cruel minds;
And a prescience of despair,
Filled with a longing and desire
Of lost love and dead dried dreams,
Muddled in fantasies;
An imbroglio, desiccated memories.


Oh! I hear a lullaby far away
Of a mother, singing her child to slumber.
My heart yearns for such a soft prelude
I used to hear, when I was a child,
And my mother sang for me.

Wish I could live again my infancy,
And cling to her soft breasts and brood
And coo, looking into her soft blue eyes,
Away from this dreadful world;
A solace in the weariness and tedium!
I will fill up my heart
Brimful with your silence
And keep still with patience;
Await for the fragrance of your touch
When you embrace me, again
Holding me in your arms
And once again my life blooms…..

A CONFESSION.

My darling, I know not if
My path has many ways.
But I found in you a saviour,
Someone to redeem me from where I am
I seek not anything from you
I wish not for anything
For I know, you too are a searcher like me
Seeking a way beyond birth and death.
Could your destiny meet mine?
Many a time I seek an answer;
Fate, destiny, coincidence
- Call it anything.
It is a chance I rather would say
Fate has graciously given me;
To prove that life is after all not
A choice of prickly thorns.
Remember there are shadows even
In the bright sunlight
Why remember the shadows of the dark?...

ROSES !.

Dew Drops!
Why have you given
A sad face to the rosy roses
Without a reason?

Last night on the way side
You blossomed and
What did you give to your lover?
Fragrance?
Your heart?
Honey?
Or your love?

Many who tread this beaten track
Have written your story, my darling.
And you remain here in glory
Emanating your scent and hue.

Moonwalker….

I will continue my moonwalk
I need continue as a somnambulist
Let me take your leave,
My tragic desolate memoirs!

Love withers before it is blossomed,
Whimpering before the finger touches it.
Turns away , before getting close.
Desires die out before they are aroused.
Every dream is perished, distraught and shattered.
I am worn to shreds, strangulated…

I cover my eyes with my palms while weeping.
Looking back she is not there; disappeared!
Dreams enter through one path
And destiny goes through another.
Sharp fierce claws of despondency tracking me like
An octopus, with a thousand tentacles.
On the shores of the river of life flooded with the tears,
Lies broken a trillion dreams, a billion desires
Swooned like kites without line or bridle.
Do not seek an eternal heaven in your mind.

It has now becomes a graveyard of all hopes!

Kama Sutra…

Why the quill of Vatsyayana that wrote Kama Sutra,
Depicted the human heart as a quiver, holding
The arrows of Cupid, ever ready to shoot,
With magical prowess, to subjugate,
The opposite sex, anytime, anywhere.

Or was it meant to arouse human souls,
From penance and meditation, that was
Once the practice, for attaining ‘*Moksha’ ? [*salvation]

Or to reform congenital instincts embedded
Through births in human mind, stealthily
Entering, while the birth and death is in
Suspended animation, trance or coma,
To wreck the life’s rhythms?

Or to hunt down and capture the beauty of Eons
Shrouded in a world of illusions?
Or to change the sweet and divine sensation
Of love in the human heart, into carnal
Yearnings and greed, and hunger, and
To spoil the melody, of selfless affection?

Monsoon Rains...

Heavy rains… It’s raining helter- skelter!
Unable to see beyond the courtyard;
Hardly hear anything other than the clatter..
Like pelting, on a tin roof.

This is the monsoon of torrential rain of pain;
Of sodden wicks in the lamp of hopes,
With traumatized desires: desires fondled
In the soul for long, through life’s tempestuous
Paths, rugged, and hazardous.
Heavy rains of tears of desolation,
From the long summer of desertion,
Evaporated and condensed, now falling down
As heavy rain, seeking me.. A long lost lover!

Soft fingers of reminiscence are clasping,
And flouncing, all over my body.
In the haste, the fingers become unsteady
And detach with a spasm of anguish in the mind.
I sense someone, whispering into my ears,
Confiding adorable words of affection,
Discreetly stimulating the heart.
A familiar emotion other than grief!
In the vales of the darkened gloom
Of despondency, shadows creep around.
On the doorsteps of reflections
Some foot treads are overheard.
Outside the window a dream flashed
With a lightning, out of the blue…
This rain will die down, and the morning dew
Will sparkle, on the grass blades again.