BECKONING....

Come out to the world, you won’t regret.

It is not dark yet and I will make you a different girl.

In there you have to face rebuffs and scorns;

And it reflects now in your nature.

To love and leave is not your hobby.

Like the tensed strings of a violin

You spend your days and nights

You have no recreations

A touch so light will quiver it and,

Discords erupt in hard feelings.

With that you break the hearts of

Those, who love you and cherish you,

Make me the happiest one in life

Sure, you can do that with strain.


I was in a rapture

As you said ‘no rupture between you and me’.

So lovely this morn, when I saw you sail past

Clad in that blue Sari with red lines.

Again I heard your pleasantry;

I know the concern in your breath,

Full of love you’re the one I love.


Can’t you break the clam

Which holds you away from me?

I can’t enter it; sealed and marooned

My soul flutters around it,

Awaiting and awaiting to glide

Away to the blue sky and ride

Among the silvery clouds,

And together we make our haven;

Though others may even scorn us.

Hurry up before the dream vanishes,

Before this moth scorches its wings.


Said you helped me to come out of my loneliness

Yet, when you left me, you pushed me into an abyss.

Said you’ll call me later, but you never did,

And I waited till dawn, and then you never knew.

ELOQUENCE…

No words are essential, in the melodies of love,

No hues in the spectrum are needed to paint my annals.

While you cast a look into my soul

Though you know not the impact of such a look

There lay embedded a thousand of desires ,

Comprising and evolving from infinite imaginations

Idling dormant in your heart for long,

And longing to see the light of realization.

Wherever you are, your heart throbs come to

Me, like the soft breeze in the air, stealing the

The fragrance of your hair held

In the palm of the wind, embracing you.

And when I kiss those petals of buds about to

Enfold into a bloom, they turn into a hue

Of pink softness, with the coyness felt of the sweetness,

Like that of your marvelous lips.


I will wait for you under the canopy of the stray moon light.

As the path you walk through, are adorned by

Countless glow worms, like the yonder stars of the Milky way.

I will embrace your soul and whisper into your ears

That you are my beloved and will diffuse

In the ecstasy of that immaculate rapture.

LOVE IS A LOSING GAME!

Stolen waters are sweeter...
Our dreams have a thousand wings
As we glide through the calm waters of
Unknown bliss, pervading our spirit.
Every episode of love only becomes
Succulent. when it fails to coalesce -
When it radiantly manifests in our
Losses, parting and desolation,
We discern it silently from the last episode
And we identify and discover the love in us.


Do not oppress your soul when you fail
In your dreams of love, as it shatters.
Love never fails; Love is always
Incomplete and never satiated;
Love is never fulfilled as it takes a turn
And culminate in a marriage.
Love is a magic, a delusion which
Makes us complacent even when it
Fails and also when it succeeds.

Every failure in love affairs will always
Tend to remain sore in our reveries;
But our love extend eternally, transcending our
Death and succeeding births,
As it was there, and it will be there;
Successively through ages, no matter
What we become, how we live and
How we pass into oblivion through
Our many incarnations, in the future.

Do not try to paraphrase its accomplishment
As marriage only…
A Phenomena that last only
For a short while, in the march of time.
Enjoy the ecstasy of love even though
You are married, or in desolation, despondency
Frustration, affliction and chagrin.
Love is the sure panacea for everything in life.
It is a gift, a sentiment, an emotion embedded
In our soul to be carried all the way beyond grave.

Awakened Dreams!

I will weave a rainbow for you,

From the flowers, blooming

Into my mind in the spring,

I will steal a drop of light

From the lamp, burning in your

Boudoir, behind the curtains;

And enlighten your eyes.

I have come to lay my head

In your bosom, as a streak of gold.

I became a thimbleful of ambrosia,

Melting into your song, and brimmed over…


While I stand near you,

My heart flinches to pulsate with my love;

And turn to be, a honey eater

On the brim of a flower, sucking nectar.


When your touch arouse me,

I become a glimmering star yonder up.

I morph into a statue, and

Forget everything, when your

Bosom touches my arm, by fluke.

You are a thousand memories in my mind’s anklet.

You stood on the threshold of dreams

And called me to your side;

Telling me, some incoherent secrets.

Again and again till time stands still,

You cuddle and kiss my dreams,

Entice and awaken them…

CHASE A DREAM

Her hair smelled of camphor;
The exhaled air from her nostrils,
That of sandalwood;
The crimson blouse she wore
Emitted the fragrance
Of wild woodbine;
Or was it the scent of her body?
. . . . . .
She helped, to remove
The safety pins on her blouse;
The hooks behind the bra came off smoothly.
The nectar adhering to the alabaster buds,
When the lips pressed on to them
Kindled sweetness; while the tender hair
Above the navel in swirls, woke up in ecstasy.
Fingers sought, paving its way to the warm
Wetness of the holy of holies.
Her hands guided and her innards, in its
Recess, absorbed his masculinity.
Tinkling bells, exhilaration, mighty explosions,
Pandemonium; tense moments reaching
The pinnacle of euphoria and heavenly delights!

Then she said: ” I was waiting for this moment
Throughout my life; my femininity has
Now accomplished perfection and consummation.
Thank you, again and again for this moment.
Though married for several years
This is the first time I have tended myself,
Surrendering my virginity to you;
After a waiting for a long period of time,
Of sleepless nights and subdued sobs.”


At the zenith of the intrigue, time lost its meaning.
“This was the most avowed aspiration in my life.
There is sacredness,
And a sanctity for maidenhood,
When it is tendered or submitted
Along with your heart.
It attains a divine halo around it
And it is so divine, and heavenly
And the bliss you derive is so unique.”

Fingers and lips scrounged into the bodies;
A glow sparkled in her eyes,
That of the fizzy delights.
Lips quivered; pearls of sweat erupted over
The upper lips and thrusting breasts.
The rhythm of breathing rose into a frenzy.
In the moist caverns deep inside, passions awoke.
The vagaries of all the seasons glided into an
Eddy of schizophrenic lasciviousness.
Fission or fusion?

Transcending Loveliness…

When you lean over my heart, as a blossom

While it rains, the nectar is dripping into my soul

And I forget even my existence in the inebriation

Filling up with delicious subtlety, swaddling me

And whisking me away, into the unknown realms of love.

Like the sweetest potion filling up a goblet;

Like a bud sprouting in a parched arid wilderness…


The tiny breeze has just brushed your locks

Idly fondling with its delicate fingers and

In an instant you transformed into a dazzling spring;

A blossoming Magnolia, presenting a rare fragrance.

I sense the sweet scent of Sandalwood percolating

From the moonlight revered by the doe eyed clouds

Rollicking in its bosom and fondling its velvety limbs.

Suddenly you become a sonnet in the harp of my heart,

And a melody erupts in the flute of my heartbeats….



`~Kunjubi

MY EMPTY CAGE

You were the one who soothed

My scorched feet

Walking on the embers on

The rugged path of life.


The giant tree spreading

Its branches of ceaseless love

Giving shelter and shade

In the arid summer ;

That very tree has now uprooted

In the twister, and the branches

Burned out to ashes ,

And has lost to the world.


Helpless I go on my

Lonely wandering

Through the dark tunnels

Of my unknown future.


My beloved skylark,

You have flown away, breaking

The bars of the cage, which was my love .

The music of your fluttering wings


Also have melted into the firmament.

You will never comeback to this

Nest of my love- into this empty cage!


This cursed life…..


I saved only one thing!

The plumes of splendor, you have

Shed in the empty cage you have left.........

Tranquility…

“Rise and shine” she said.

The smell of fresh coffee conquered the nostrils.

She stood there simpering.

A silhouette against the window.

The scent of aromatic hair oil diffusing;

Fragrance of imprisoned jasmines,

Emanated from her braids.

A dulcet ditty! A ripple of prettiness!

She opened the window panes and cast

The curtains to one side, allowing the morning

Breeze, to caress our body, with a sweet chill.

Morning mist swallowed the perfume of the soil,

Lurked over the vista, like smoke, as the

Green meadows exhaled vapor.

Sodden earth, trying to grin, in the early light.

A forlorn tree cast its long shadow,

Over the placid waters of the pond.

Silvery clouds rubbed shoulders amid the blue sky,

While wandering over the hills and dales.

Somewhere, in the ground floor, a baby

Was crying, for the mother’s breast.

A lonely row-boat slithered over the calm

Water of the lake, dodging the water hyacinths

Floating, in full glory with its purple flowers;

Some one trying to catch a stray fish with a rod.

Birds chirping in the air; in the distance, echo

The melodious whistle, of a stranded train.

The nature in philharmony!

I am in euphoria, a trance, a stupor…

I am a part of this wonderful universe!

“Drink that coffee, before it gets cold”.

I thought I heard a far away voice,

Rippling in the air, telling me...

It broke my reverie; she was there near me.

I pulled her hand and drew her to my side.

A prologue, to the sweetest moments of matrimony!

A lullaby for the soul….

WORDS

WORDS!

When it becomes incessant agonies

And even your simper in my memory

Is identified as a thousand lumps

In the throat with sighs;

When life separates us as humdrum

Strangers in quick moves in a jiffy;

Just save for our destiny and prospect

A long silence…

A drop of tear…

A handful of affectionate words,

Besides a sanguine expectation

Extending from you to me…

PROPHECIES....

Tell us you prophets; tell us you seers, you soothsayers;

How long we have to wait for the Dawn?

What do you foresee about it?

We are frustrated, yet have hope in our hearts

About the glorious golden morning, we fondle

And yearn in our thoughts, relentlessly.

Tell us you Creators of this universe

If the grandeur of that morning is

Still far away, and inaccessible.

The edifices of faith that were orchestrated

Through eons from the inception of this terra firma

Are in ramshackle, with the tempest

Of civilization, through its aggression and assault.

On this marching runaway runway

God is standing debilitated as a destitute,

Exhausted and played out bereft of his powers.

Justice and charity, equity and truth have grown

A beard and are meditating in penance.

The chariot of spirit driven by Lord Krishna delivering

The ‘Gita’ at Kurukshethra battlefield,

Has lost its track, gone berserk and toppled down,

Sinking in the mud of imported culture.

In this battle of ideologies and faiths stand

The Homo sapiens without a battledress, and unarmed.

Philosophy and wisdom placed on the pyre,

Are burning in flames and benevolence and humanity

Are lost eternally, in human minds.



`~.Kunjubi

Candle commits suicide!

There are a thousand tiny windows in the heart;

Even when slammed there are too many

Sparrows of memory chirping inside

Always tainting the senses, reprehensibly.


Like capering and shuddering water drops inside

The bowl of a ‘colocasia’ leaf, after the rain.

What kind of a fish is dancing inside the

Millpond on the palm of a caressing hand ?

The butterfly in the heart is oscillating,

Among the rubicund blossoms of the Forest flame.

Who is sitting together in the small dinghy,

In the lap of the ripples in the river?


Is the heart an ocean of pernicious tears?

Is love a burning ember hiding in the ashes of the mind?

Is loneliness and separation a shadow of

A candle melting, in sharing its love with flames?

My refuge is only in the obscurity of despondency…

Visions of a first night…

May I close the windows that were open yet;

Spread the eiderdown, and arrange the pillows,


Of that translucent lamp that

Immerse me in a state of bashfulness?


When the delicate fingers of the moonlight

Caress the embroidered exquisite damask curtains

I will adore the smirk of the flowers burgeoning,

When the dewdrops embrace and kiss them.


When the chill wraps me, off the breeze coming

From the banks of the brooks of nectar

I will give away myself to him, as a present,

Forgetting everything, in that sweet passion.

The ethereal moments, these emotional spasms;

The asperity makes me pallid and sequestered.


I now possess your desires inside me

Like you have taken away, the thirst in my soul.

As the luster of the dewdrops on the lotus petal

As spring blossoms on a naked branch after winter


Ecstasy enthralled in us, and in a vision

A tide of happiness is raising its waves in the mind.

COME BACK....

The sonorous spring has receded and

The effulgent tapestry faded out.

Can’t you just hearken to the vibes

Emanating from the darkened chasms

Of my heart, through the wailing wind?


Through the shores of opalescent moonlight

Where the golden swans of ambrosial

Dreams flutter and descend in cluster,

Your image is unfurling like sweet blossoms.

I miss you...I miss you entirely.

Why can't you come back to my side

For a moment, just to perceive for a while

The throbbing spasms of a crumbling life?


Your beaming smiles will shower golden rays

Over all the gloomy chambers of

My spirit, obscured by bemoaning desolation.

Can't you seek me out and reach me now

To relieve the dolorous despair in me,

And revive me from this enfeebled existence?

APPREHENSIONS!

You will not understand me anymore;
I just can't show your image
Embedded in my soul, by opening
The window of my cloistered heart.
I cannot sleep now when I ponder
How you could decipher the real
Lines in between my silences?

I am hiding among the branches of
A blooming tree, as the wind,
In the courtyard of your mansion;
I am also the vestige that embraces you.

I remember those words you uttered
Once, that you can't find me with your
Naked eyes, as though I am an apparition.
I may be a distant vision for your eyes now.
Still if you can keep your ears close to
My heart you could listen, my heart throbs
Very distinctly, pulsating with your name.

By the end of the winter, as your love starts
Pouring down as the rain, I will transform
To become the sodden earth, glistening
With your enrapturing moonlight.

Longings…

Could you nuzzle me as the radiant ray
Of a resplendent golden morn?
Could you wake me up every morning
With the soft melody of a nightingale
Cooing for love from its mate?
Your countenance could be a mascot for me,
As the rising sun in the early dawn.
The chilly breeze that kissed me on
My cheeks could have been your luscious lips.
When I set my feet on the cold floor
I felt a chill reaching my forehead.
Was it your face that brushed me
Trying to blot the sweat drops off my face?

I could see my face in half stupor
On the mirror of your awesome mind.
The tolling of the church bell gliding
Through the air towards me with the droning
Sound of chanting prayers in unison,
Seems to me as your propitious prayers
Rising up towards heaven’s gateway,
For my longevity in this world with you.
Wish the water I sprinkled on my face
Could be replaced with your warm greetings.
If I souse myself and swim in the ocean of
Your love, I am sure that you will wipe my head
And hair with the warm towel of your affection.

Your assurances could be the gorgeous attire
I am wearing scrupulously with pleats.
The gift of your heart that you gave me
Could be the locket hugging to my bosom,
On the necklace I am adorning.


If the somniferous moonlight caress me to
Sleep could be your embraces and I forget
Everything and cling to your chest,
That morph into a serene bed
And the sweetest dreams I see always
Be the same as yours, the heaven created by
Those splendid dreams could become
Our adorable abode, eternally.

WAKE UP FROM YOUR SLUMBER

The sun flower opened their
Eyes of ambrosial love for their lover.
Wild roses blossomed and embraced
The tree, enshrouding its naked trunk
With a floral veil, swayed in the soft breeze.
Why are you still sleeping, my beloved?

I am standing forlorn in this gloomy vale
Under the hillock, covering its breast with
The brassiere of fog and mist.
Awake and get up to open the lonely window
Of your boudoir and look at me,
Waiting for you, in this eerie morning.

I am still singing a song to wake you up
From the lassitude of your salacious
Dormancy, from your amative dreams.
My enamouring seductress, wake up.
I am still standing on the bank of a spring
Of agitating ecstasy, rippling with passions.
Get up and open the window of your sensual
Lips in a soul stirring coral smile.
Come out in your gossamer negligee;
The mist will cover your bareness
In your rear and me with my frame
Your delectable bosom with a cuddle.

GRATIFIED...

If that flower fall off, and kiss the earth,

From the crest of a tiny breeze;

If a magical chant of music,

Of the endearing melody of an overture

Is heard, emanating from the bamboo flute;

If the memory of a long forgotten ditty, sung many times,

Bring the charm of a magnificent rainbow, to the soul;

If the tear drops moisten my wheezy bosom

Through a long awaited, message coached in love;

Then each drop of the nectar, conserved in my soul,

Is a gift, she has given to me by her memory!



If the words springing from her coral lips, could

Sow the seeds of abiding glee, in my entity;

If her entrancing, beatific smile flow in, as

Ambrosia, to dulcify my life;

I will sustain it, like the broken piece of a peacock’s

Plume, of my pristine love, in the treasure trove,

Deep inside the depth of my placid mind.


The glowing embers of despair, spread through the veins,

Flustering rueful thoughts, and making me insane.

The buds of sweet charming spring, longed to bloom.

Withered, fell into the lap of the earth.

Every desire, dreamt in my beautiful reverie,

Dissolved in the wild empty sands of the scorching desert.

I no longer wish to have another rebirth,

As I am gratified with all the raptures

Of a billion rebirths

In this life itself, because she loved me…

BLEEDING DUSK

It rained vermillon on the sky,
And the evening was bidding farewell.
Tell me, my beloved heaven!,
Are you deserting your own daylight?
Your ravishing cheeks are sodden with tears.

While I am trailing your shadow,
Are you fleeing away from me,
Into the wilderness, far away?
My beautiful! Whenever you are getting away
I feel you are emerging closer, abutting into my heart..

The last scene in the final act of the play of love, has ended.
The viewers have emptied their seats.
What are you seeking?
You have forgotten to sing your lines,
In the play, again.
Your flute, also has fallen in the quagmire.
Your loving one has languished into
The utter darkness of the night..
Wallowing through tears, lugging moans in the chest.

In the cremation ground of desolate dreams
You stand in front of the pyre, and watch this squalid sight..

THE PARAMOUR

Illimitable dazzling blue sky,

The ocean of eternity;

The earth, the sun and the moon

Are swans playfully swimming in the pond

Of this vast expanse of deep space.

The millions of stars and galaxies

Are the snow bubbles emanating

In among the waves of this eternal

Ocean, always in motion in time and

The infinitude of the Space.

This unknown lover has been waiting

From infinity of time immemorial,

Without beginning or end, for

A beloved without identity.


In every full moon night he prepares

An ornate golden throne for her in the heavens,

And in frustration when she is not coming

And he could not meet her, sheds his tears

In despair from the clouds, with the fierce wrath

Of thunder and lightning, inundating the earth.


An unfulfilled hope enshrined in the heart!

As an analogy the ocean reached its hands

To grapple the setting golden sun

Into its bosom, and vermillion sky also

Attempted to hide the sun in the gloom of

Its hair locks, but was foiled and discomfited.

And the sun acquiesced to the effort of the sea.

Embracing with fond affection like zealous lovers

They together went into the nuptial bower to

Spend the night in lascivious splurges, and to rise

Up early in the morning with a suffused blush

On the cheeks, and a contented grimace.

Quintessential Love...

Why do you ask me to adore you,

Clasping your fingers around the wrist

Of my frail hands, that has lost its strength?

You know better, you could entice a stronger

Lover than me, more charming and suave,

If you wish, and be with him for eternity.


My heart has melted out already and

I don’t have much to offer you, to fulfill

Your needs, as you fancy in your dreams.

Then why did you come to me from that

Faraway place, seeking only me?

I have not kept anything saved for you,

In the languor of my forgetfulness.

I have always been reminding myself,

That you are there in the faraway place

Keeping vigil to approach me one day,

And I knew you will come any day, seeking me

And embrace me in your love for me.


While I went out strolling around, in the pale

Moonlight through the darkened alleys,

I used to tell myself about your coming one day.

But Oh! DEATH, I never even wished it should

Be this moment that you chose to come;

Seeking me to take me away to your abode….