A NEW BLOSSOM

A NEW BLOSSOM

                                                 

 A blossom will  bloom once again in this stalk;

The tears that spills in darkness and gloom

Will disappear from the  countenance;

The tender sprigs will come out on the boughs

On the tumbleweeds of the desert.

The sun will peep through the dense canopy

Of the clouds when it showers, glittering

With its brilliant sunlight.

The woeful despair in the mind will depart,

As shadows from the darkened screen of the soul.

And a flower will bloom as a finger of the first rains.

The dazzling radiance of the morning sun

Shall commence dancing among the foliage

Where the birds are whistling in glee..

The entrancing melody of the meandering river

In its ripples, presenting a symphony orchestra,

And in its wake glide the toy boats  of the mind as

Happy reminiscences through the  waterway.

Again a flower will blossom  and the silver

Lining on the edge of the clouds will appear,

On the horizons of the  cluttered mind.....

THE GOLDEN SITAR

A golden sitar that everyone covets to touch!

May I touch it with the feather tip of my fingers?

Let me sit beside you  as an evening that 

Sprinkle flamboyance on your cheeks.

You did not tell me anything that day

When I berated you about something..

What made you to keep silent, then

Not uttering even a word to me?

You kept quiet when I went away,

And when I sat at a distance,

Your eyes were moist.....Why?

And  you didn't tell me anything, and left.. 

Won't you come in the twilight of the evening

And sit beside me, and I will faint out

And  lie down in your lap,

Inebriated with the bliss your love.

You will kiss away the beads of  sweat on

My face  with your yearning lips, 

And when the moon slides away into the clouds

Fall over my  chest in frenzy with the

Beatitude of being together again.

WHAT IS THIS SWEET EMOTION

WHAT IS THIS SWEET EMOTION?

We are always seeking the quintessence of love in our mind

Do we at any time realize, if it is there as we stand near it?

Is that possible to explain it in a simple word?

Does it come and fill our heart unknowingly, without effort?

As a ripple in the shore kissing our feet

And sweeping away the sand underneath them?

Or does it echo in our hearts and revereberates

In our life when it is present?

We are seekers always on the march!

Is it a sparkle in the eyes?

Is it a fragrance permeating as from the sweetest spring?

Or is it a gossamer string that bind two hearts together?

Or a precious pearl that develops in an oyster?

A cup filled with the nectar or ambrosia?

Is that the fawn of a steer appearing in the moon?

Or an oasis in the ever sweltering heat of the desert?

Or a magic spell that envelop us in its hold?

Or a sentiment that cannot be uttered in one word?

Tell me what it is….

Explain to me the manifestations of such an emotion,

My beloved , if you can as you get the drift

And immerse in it !

BUTTERFLIES

In my last birth, you and me were butterflies,
Fluttering through the blues together
In search of nectar among blossoms of splendour.
We kept the spring under our wings
And flew into the midst of rainbows and blossoms.
We whispered into the ears of each flowers sweet
Lascivious secrets from its beloved, like messengers
Delivering snippets of last nights ecstasies.
As though we took our birth from the soul
Of an unknown lover, to fulfill a mission given to us.

We carried these epistles embedded with their dreams
In our bosom, and flew endless hours with the sun’s rays
To reach its beloved, beyond far and vast distances,.

Though we longed to adorn our wings
With the gossamer threads of the moonlight,
And to wear the mascara of dew drops
On our eyelids, before the petals
Of the evening sun withered, and our spirits
Flew away beyond our dreams, into oblivion.

MENDING YOU....

Mending you…

You rang me up on that day, but

I did not answer; yet I know

It was your call; I heard you whisper

My name, in your heart.

I heard what all you had there

Though, you failed to tell me those words.

I did not touch your hand.

Yet, my fingers were wiping

Those tears laden eyelids.

I did not kiss your cheeks

Yet my lips were blotting from your

Sweet face, the dampness.

I did not call your name.

I did not wipe your tears.

Yet, in my dream, I was with you.

I saw you laughing, amid those tears

I heard you cracking jokes amid your sobs

I kept your head on my shoulders

I tried to calm you patting your back.

The scorching memories of yester years

Turned you into a weeping willow

In the incessant rain; and you

Waiting for the clouds to roll by

And the sunshine, to dry you up.

You wanted to tell me your woes,

Unforgotten plea and complaints

I heard them all, and believed them

It related to your past life!

I tried to smother it with the balm of my love

Yet, you deflected it with your derision and whims.

I don’t know how to fortify your fortitude.

I don’t know how to regain your tranquility.

I don’t know how to splatter a smile in you,

And a rainbow, in your woeful mind.

WHIMPERING LIFE

Silent anguish... silent anguish

In the cage of diffident memories

Building up melancholy in the heart

Unable to shed even a drop of tear

And all the while silent anguish

Grows in the soul like a canker in the bud......

Destiny plays the game

And blossoms are withering

Death- a companion from the moment of birth.

Most things change and the feeble

Life watches it, whimpering all the while

Becoming a recluse, a sad witness..

The day blossoms from the night and darkness

And the day merges into the obscurity

And time entering as rains,and snow,

Also as daylight wipe out so many things

Again life watches it whimpering

All the while in silent anguish....

DESTINATION UNKNOWN...

Destination..Unknown!

Some one attempting to play a sad note

On the earthen dulcimer of the mind;

A note and rhythm of tears, dripping from

The icicles of solidified grief;

With insipid energy, and whimpering spirit

Like an evening that is spent;

And bidding farewell with chaotic attrition

In the innards of synergic debacle.

Even the regaling moonlight and

Starry sky has become scorching

Summer that scald the prurient passions

Sheltering inside the soul, in a cloister.

The splendorous spring has dwindled into

A spasmodic, saddening winter.

And your sodden heart, a picture

With the ornate glass, broken in splinters.

You have become a singing bird

Wounded, and flying in the darkness.

On the streets of rainbows, awakens

The tumult and maelstrom of the sky.

On the unknown nameless road

Someone is wandering with agony,

Melancholy painted across the face.

Affliction gathering teardrops, overwhelming

In the heart, hiding among the eyelashes as

Condensed atonement , of tribulations.

Effigies of shadows like puppets

Are awaiting for something to happen..

Borrowed births recreated from previous births.

Ogling as the rain clouds with a throbbing heart alone

Amidst the whistle of cold wind

Attempting to sing a dirge in despair..

The treads diffusing into echoes

Linger in the cold air as they fade out…

NEVER CRY

NEVER CRY

I am just someone seeking your footprints

In the flimsy treasure box of your mind and

Your love blossoms in a word strewn from

Your lips and then my silence fade out and vanish

At a glance exuding from your starry eyes.

Every night you come and bestow

A revivifying , invigorating elan into me

Fondling me, rollicking me in the cradle

Of your hand, while singing a lulaby in my ears.

You have gifted me with many blessings.

Give me the pearl in your oyster so that I may

Sleep blithely in its sanctuary and repose;

Waking up to see your face closing upon mine

With a caressing kiss, that transmit your ardent affection;

And me sensing the hot breath enveloped in it.

A SMALL WORLD....

A SMALL WORLD

Wherever you are,

Wherever I am

When the spluttering of life

Sibilate in our hearts,

We will love, though living afar

In different lands, silently

Without saying a word even.

Though eloquently our hearts conspire.

All that is magnificent will slumber

In my eyelids,like a spectacular panorama

As in a movie screen; a dreamboat.

Rainbows and roses; peacock and flamboyance.

The evening sky with all its resplendence

After their hectic promenade

Rejuvenating the weary sinews

In halcyon tranquility…

My sweetheart! you will hear my soft footfalls

Treading in the morning snow;

My voice echoing in the misty air surrounding you;

My love will be in a haze, encompassing you

With resilient thuds of my heart.

All that I need is this love, and nothing else;

Not even a sigh that may fizzle out of your chest.

You were always beside me

Though we live in far away lands.

But I feel the warmth of your delicate fingers

Like a feather touch, on my cheeks

Fondling and blotting away my anxiety.

I feel the fragrance of your breath

Kissing my eyelashes, holding me in its

Bewitching luscious sublimation.

My desires have taken shape

And reached my side in your person….

IN THE BLUES

In my last birth, you and me were butterflies,
Fluttering through the blues together
In search of nectar among blossoms of splendour.
We kept the spring under our wings
And flew into the midst of rainbows and blossoms.
We whispered into the ears of each flowers sweet
Lascivious secrets from its beloved, like messengers
Delivering snippets of last nights ecstasies.
As though we took our birth from the soul
Of an unknown lover, to fulfill a mission given to us.

We carried these epistles embedded with their dreams
In our bosom, and flew endless hours with the sun’s rays
To reach its beloved, beyond far and vast distances,.

Though we longed to adorn our wings
With the gossamer threads of the moonlight,
And to wear the mascara of dew drops
On our eyelids, before the petals
Of the evening sun withered, and our spirits
Flew away beyond our dreams, into oblivion.

OBSESSIONS IN THE SOUL

The dew drops slumbered

Wearied by the constant kisses

The moonlight was pouring throughout the night.

The petals on the blossom of the night

Opened and the butterflies of my dreams awoke,

Attempting to flutter around my lonesome mind.

The desolate night through which many a time

The veil of sleep disorbed, and you walked in

Carrying an evergreen blissful dream with you,

And gifted me with countless ecstasies en-wrapped in

Your love with passion and the ardour of your affection,

Sumptuously ornate in the rhythms of your breath..

Many a lonely night wherein my reveries,

My unperceived imaginations

Diffused into your blossoming eyes;

And my ruminations on you are holding

The rhythms of my music in my heart.

My beloved you have become my melodies

Budding your reminiscences in them and

The voice of my blithesome delights in the soul.