AS IN THE MIRROR

The dazzling glowing image in the eyes

As in a mirror, I saw you, my eye

Of my eyes, that providential day.

Why did you, my beautiful, cast a glance

At me, and me not knowing it?

Mind is blossoming as a jasmine vine,

With all starry white flowers, timidly

Opening its eyes, emanating the sweet scent

That awakens the morbid spirit.

Then with the dewdrops adorned an anklet.

And I hear a celestial music wafting into my ears

That of your sitar softly humming a melody,

Blended with the splendor of the rainbow.

Your heart is quivering with swallowed words

You have forgotten to enunciate, in your frenzy

When your glance met mine midway betwixt us.

My Angel Pearl, I will festoon my head with

A string of those pearls and keep you as a mole

In my bosom, caressing your undulating breast.

I wish if I could become a bead in your rosary,

Always being fondled by your fingers in reverie.

Your heart is a tendril entwined on my body that

Has forgotten to soothe you, in your apprehension.

Why did you initially cast a glance at me and

Entice me, embedding your soul inside mine.

WHERE LOVE IS GONE?

Some where in the softness of the soul
A rare flower bloomed, and became orphaned
Suppressing its vibrant pangs;
It lies in the silent valleys of yesterdays,
Struggling and gasping for its final breath;
Even when love has been retreating with its hung head,
Cheated by the insurmountable barriers of the inevitable
Realities and limitations of sincerity,
Someone whispers from the innermost:
"My Beloved!, I still love you-...
much more and more...
and more...

OUR LOVE

The face is the mirror of the mind

The smiles, the garden where blooms the dreams

The voice turn to be the waves of the emotions;

My beloved, you are the idol of love.


Your heart throbs chant magical words

In soft tunes, intoxicate me

Into a mesmerized spell.

Awakening me with the sweetness

Of an ardent kiss, on my parched lips.


The yearning of our hearts, to embrace,

And cling to the arms of each other,

Puts me to slumber- a passionate trance.

Take me to a green lush island

Of strange, soft tenderness…

Towering Infernos!

That age when the chilling fragrance of love

Pervades over the spirit,and enamoured rhythms of

Love songs erupts from the heart,

I knew you, without knowing you in my soul.

And confessed my fondness for you.


Then I felt the distance shrinking and

Closing in, blending our life together.

I hear the echo of a song in my ears now

From the ramparts of my reminiscence,

And my memory starts rollicking wildly.

Your memory begins to flutter in my eyelids

And nostalgia liquefies in the breath

Memories raining, memories holding umbrella,

Sweltering memories, trickling as from a water fount;

With each spring season that tarries in the memory

A drop of tear oozes with a sigh, into the psyche;

Unwritten anecdotes throng, of the bygone years;

Magical windows ajar in the realm of illusion,

Crying loudly or sobbing while in a dream,

Bring forth tears in rivulets running over the cheeks.


Does the assuaging breeze know about the rhythms of the breath?

Does the lyre understand the tone of silence?

How can anyone recite a poem without recollecting its lyrics?

Who can string together dew drops like pearls?

The consequences of frustration over unrequited love,

Create furnaces like infernos in the soul.

Alluring Aria…

While blossoms of roses profusely embraced
The golden fleece of the descending sun in
The twilight, imbibing the ruddy champagne,
From the chalice of the flamboyant evening,
It swooned off into a deep slumber.

And then, like the soft petals cascading on the
Virescent carpet of velvety grass, the rivulets
Of ambrosia suffused from your melodies of love…

Like dew drops as pearls of golden dreams
Plummeting into the hushed
Silence of the desolate night, over
Waters of the pond in slumber,
The soft aria of your music drizzled into
My rueful soul strewn with consternation…

As tired eyelids wearied by deep sleep,
Falls on tired eyelids in silent softness,
The ravishing tone of the music is
Caressing the spirit, and I am diffusing
In the ethereal sweetness of the inveigling song…

The ripples in the milky lake are murmuring in glee;
The specks of the moon dust is sprinkled around
Fragrance of champa blossoms pervades in the air;
Quaint beauty dance on the floor of amber dreams.
The sweetness of the silent night hovering over
On the wings of your music, sinks into my soul,
And I am in a delectable trance... ineffable.

While the undulating resonance of your music drifts
Towards me, empyrean bliss sprouts in the psyche.
If your songs are this prolific, how bounteous
Will be your spontaneous sweet penchant!

Agitating Love

Do not love me this vigorously…

Do not love me this fervently…

My heart is searing and sweltering,

With the agonizing torridity of your love.

The luscious dreams in my eyes are

Smoldering and burning out.

I never coveted for this much love

That I cannot compromise or cherish

Inside my heart’s mother of pearl.

All that I wanted was the complacent warmth

Of a minuscule spark of love, to haul the burden


Of a lugubrious despondency that weighed upon me.

And cross the Empty Quarter of a desert of

Arduous affliction that threatened my existence.

I managed to reach the shore struggling with



The waves of grueling misery, with the helping



Heart touch of a loving hand stretched out towards me.

I could break the walls of a fortress of

The sweltering heat shield of the stifling summer,

With the chilling wetness of a moist kiss

Of your beguiling lips that lingered in mine.

I am surviving as a burning candle now,

Without perishing in the hell fire of my expectations,

Only with the fond memory I relish from the past,

Of a loving caress, of your soothing hand.

So do not drown me by immersing me

In the deluge of your savage love;

As I cannot withstand the sight of

A flayed heart by your lurid love …

Melodies of Life

The panorama was a grandeur; the setting sun,

The resplendent evening sky, the homing birds,

The soft tidal waves surfed on the shores, kissing

The sands for long moments, reluctant to turn back,

Squeezing the nectar out of its lips, while receding.

Your countenance was imprinted in my imagination then.

I felt like seeing you and you came to me, as in a dream,

I felt like talking something to you and we understood

Each other; and when we understood each other

I realized there is love lurking in your silence and gaze;

From that moment I never wanted to be away from you.


I will prepare a thousand springs,

with a tiny flower from my dreams

For you to mirthfully ravish, and enjoy your days.

And when you are away from me, and I cannot see you

My teardrops will turn out into incessant rains and

Douse you with my memories.




I will paint your visage with the rainbows and umpteen

Moonlights mixed on the palette of my love,

And write with the quill of your eternal affection,

The sonnets of my life’s melodies again and again…

NON-PLUSSED

Hark ! Is that the tinkling of her anklet or

The rippling of the waves, or the chirping of sea birds;

Or the vibrant tone of the bowstrings

On the bow of Cupid, or is it the

Fluttering sound of my beloved’s laughter?


Day dreams are burgeoning;

Desires are filling up in the mind’s cavern;

Nectar is flooding up through the veins;

Alabaster bosom with the fragrance of Sandalwood

Is pulsating with suppressed passions…


The smell… The intoxicating smell of a woman

Enhanced the charisma of that evening.

Nerves are entwining and entangling,

And dancing like mating snakes with their

Hoods spread out, in rhythmic oscillation.

The flowers of my ecstasies are enfolding you.

The alluring fragrance of a woman’s body

Added untold delights to that evening.

Is it a vision or a dream or a hallucination?

I can’t decipher, but one thing I am assured;

It was your fragrance that permeated there!

RESURRECTION!

Why did you come so late, to witness
The rising moon, of my mind;
My pretty evening, and to fondle
The dove that had its feathers withered,
Striving to reach the yonder blue.

In the corridor of gloomy twilight
I am burning out as an earthen lamp;
Even without knowing to cry
And shed my tears; standing in the midst
Of a sea with the fierce waves roaring
And splashing over me in anger, and
Me, meditating in penance for you.

You fade out as the pale moon into the clouds,
From the porthole of the mind, and in expectancy
I am waiting in anxiety as a still shadow, to hear
A knock of prayer on the door of my soul,
Yearning to see you return, to enliven my
Forlorn existence with the delight of you
Being around and near me, as my guardian angel.

In the mind the vermillion petals dance
Along with butterflies and chirping birds.
There arise a thousand rainbows
In the glorious splendor of the
Grandiose hues in the sugary romantic
Dreams, that floats in and out.
I have forgotten even my mind.
You have opened the silent doors of
My heart, without me knowing it.
Passions scattered the blooms of lust
On the bed of eiderdown, where we lay.
Coy meekness started pavane of a peacock in the eyes.
You painted with your eye lashes
A magical spectrum with the colours of love.
The lines jotted with the quill
Adorned exquisite brilliance, naturally.
A revival… A rebirth…

DELUSIONS [OF A KIND] II

If my love or affection for her is just a feeling

Alone, then it is only narcissism .

Love is an attempt to possess her.

Can anyone own another body?

If it is consumed and added to the body

There is nothing left as remnant.

Is it possible to embrace a soul,

Or be in possession of it as one’s own?


Soul or individual is merely a feeling,

And embracing it, is only an imagination.

Your soul and my soul remain always

Separated and not at all in union.


Closing in and embracing of these two souls

Are manifestations, in the realm of feelings;

A magical delusion, illusion or hallucination!

When I invoke you as my own and embrace you,

I am only snuggling your flesh but not the beautiful you.

You are just a delusion, as well as your beauty.

What is in a myth? Apart from the mass of flesh

As a body, it is meaninglessness.

You are a dream that mystify me.

When you become mine, you are no more;

And then when I embrace you,

In reality I am cuddling myself.

The feeling of ‘self’ itself becomes a myth.

However, if I lose that delusion, then everything

Becomes blank in the screen of feelings

And is in darkness, as in a power cut.


She and I are thus the creation of such

A magical consciousness. [a MAYA of nature]

Life is such an experience and the truth of my life

Is the totality of such delusions and hallucinations.

Every pleasure, every meaningful episode, and

Each values of life itself are the consequence

Of such a feeling in disguise, or imagination.

And without them, there is no life …

DELUSIONS [I]

[I]


I am not an atheist or an agnostic, but

I believe in a Supreme Power,

A destiny, that shapes our ends.

Faith is often described as a delusion.

Did I ever see any one of the gods?

Or heard Him?

[Why do we mention ‘HIM’? - As though

He is masculine in nature?]

I have no experience in any of these.

Then why should I have faith

In a non -entity to my sense?

Nevertheless, I have many a times

Held His image, idol, paintings,

And have touched them,

In a church, a temple or wayside.

In the church they give the sacramental bread

To believers as a blessed gift, from God.

It represents God and believing it as God

Transubstantiated, they accept it.

It is no more a piece of bread.

It is something more than, different than

That bread we eat daily, for our hunger.

Faith changed the substance!


When I kissed my deceased father

Before he was laid to rest,

I kissed his lifeless body, but felt it

As a Godsend ecstasy and rapture;

And I kissed my wailing old mother,

It was the body of an age old woman.

When I clinch and kiss my beloved

I am not merely fondling the body of a woman;

It is something more than that.

And that ‘something’ is the delusion,

Illusion, or hallucination or myth.


When someone touches the feet of an idol

Or kiss the feet of a granite sculpture -that of a God,

In the form of a deity, it is not the granite or the marble

They touch, or genuflect before it; but God himself.

When you touch, hug and kiss your beloved

Are you touching a mass of bone and flesh that could

Be bought at a meat stall or butchery?

And the bliss it brings forth to the heart

And the exquisite contentment accrued…

Is not that too, a myth?

WHO IS BLIND?

Who is blind now?

Who is blind in this utter darkness?

The God dozing in His heavens,

Or the poor human who toils and crawl in this earth.

Who is blind now?


Shadows are groping in the gloominess

Of life’s path, without any intent or target.

Though the sun is gleaming in full ‘joie de vivre’,

It is darkness at noon for them.

It is midnight for them at mid noon.


Man is building castles in the air,

With many a desire in his heart.

In the realm of unyielding mirages,

A will-o’the-wisp of his imagination.

But when the magic wand of time and fate

Is brandished momentarily,

Like the twisting kaleidoscope moves

Everything in its turn,

We see the empty wilderness before us.

Only empty wilderness!

Agitating Love...

Do not love me this vigorously…

Do not love me this fervently…

My heart is searing and sweltering,

With the agonizing torridity of your love.

The luscious dreams in my eyes are

Smoldering and burning out.

I never coveted for this much love

That I cannot compromise or cherish

Inside my heart’s mother of pearl.

All that I wanted was the complacent warmth

Of a miniscule spark of love, to haul the burden

Of a lugubrious despondency that weighed upon me.

And cross the Empty Quarter of a desert of

Arduous affliction that threatened my existence.


I managed to reach the shore struggling with

The waves of grueling misery, with the helping

Heart touch of a loving hand stretched out towards me.


I could break the walls of a fortress of

The sweltering heat shield of the stifling summer,

With the chilling wetness of a moist kiss

Of your beguiling lips that lingered in mine.

I am surviving as a burning candle now,

Without perishing in the hell fire of my expectations,

Only with the fond memory I relish from the past,

Of a loving caress, of your soothing hand.


So do not drown me by immersing me

In the deluge of your savage love;

As I cannot withstand the sight of

A flayed heart by your lurid love …

Love Unsensored..

Those lines that were never written,

Those words swallowed unuttered

Were all for you, and about you.

The anxiety of the sodden sprout of grass

After the first rain, and the ecstasy

Of the first drop of rain, kissing the earth,

Are all inlaid in those words and unwritten lines.


Meandering like a winding river, downstream,

Through the lonesomeness of a solitary stork

Doing its penance earnestly on one leg,

In the far corner of a green velvety paddy field;

And through the resplendency of a king fisher’s wings;

Through the dreams of a jacaranda flower,

While I close on you, gliding softly in silence…



Greet me with a garland of blooms

From the rainbow; adorning your forehead

With a speck of vermilion, borrowed

From the evening sky, and a bewitching smile

On your lips that narrates untold heart throbs.

You will then listen to the cooing of my heart

In the dawn, while the morning mist covers the wood.

You can then fill up your scattered dreams

To the brim, with my love – Uncensored…

Farewell...

Oh! Death…

You will not die…

You went without hurrying at last

Into a long dark tunnel.

But you did not die...

There was a piece of lamb awaiting

For you in there…

I am your spirit.

It is time, since I have lost you in me.

You left like the withered petals of a rose,

Assembling back into its stem;

Like the rustle of leaves humming

In harmony with the breeze.

You are a twinge in my heart

Of a poem I could not write…


Each birth, glided slowly into this

Forbidden path, is a poem

Lost in oblivion eternally;

Yes, lost poems.....

What could your love, your candor,

Your smiles, your jests, your comradeship

Fill in my heart and eyes?

Are only two drops of tears!

SPLENDOURS OF LOVE

I smell the musk in the breeze and asked her,

If she has seen my beloved and caressed her cheeks,

While she was passing through.

The silver bells on her anklets tinkled in a melody,

While she ran, and I heard it in the distance.


The ripples chilled my heart with jubilation,

As she plunged into the blue waters, of the tiny river.

Did the tender trunk, of that small plant,

Leaning on my pulsating bosom, shiver?

Did the rosy lips, adorning the sign of my

Ardent love there, for a moment, quiver?

The stars blossomed in her stunning eyes;

Twilight blossomed on the cheeks, wet with coyness;

Nectar of the grapes dripped from the red soft lips; and

My name overflows abundantly in her honeyed words.

I can not delineate the delight in my heart

As I awaken in you, with all my sweet imagery.

It is not the five flowers, nor the radiance of

The gorgeous moon, which is desired;

But your adorable eyelids are Cupid’s dearest arrows….

Me...Who Is you...

Like the fragrance emanating

From the sodden earth after the first rain;

Like the never ending water bubbles

Overflowing from the spring of your love;

Like the flames of cold wintry blueness

Of a moon lit night in January…


I still remember those wee hours of the night

When you walked in….

Then I saw you in the darkness of the lonely

Nights, when the Night queen blossomed

And in the twilight

When the petals of the Pansies withered….

Then you flew away deep into the silvery clouds

In a long moan…

Was that the chaste love of a puny butterfly

Or…….?


Finally, leaving a cloud of suspicion in my mind

As to who you were…….

My mind after an interlude of a semi second,

Softly asked me again...

”Were you me?’…..or….myself?

WHICH TINT OF THE RAINBOW?.......

Which tint is of the rainbow!

Which note is of the sextet!

In your eyes,

In your lips,

What is the tone of

The music you hum?


I will adorn the treads you walk

With flowers… magnificent.

Open those steps for me to walk,

Dress up for me that night,

And keep yourself for me,

To take you near my soul

To make you the rhythm

of my heart.



All your lonely dreams

Were about me.

We longed for our

Dreams to blossom.

To make you the life

of my life

There is an immense

Desire in my soul….

Unknowingly...

Tell me my heart, did you ever

Crave to become a stanza in the

Sweet rhapsody of an enthralling love;

And to be a resplendent dream

In its meaningful contents.


Tell me if you have ever heard

The rustling wings of the mystifying

Love affair, in my melody?

The saffron tinge of those solitary

Evenings, were the gifts of love,

That you proffered, and conferred.

I don’t know anything, but I am

Just singing like a wounded bamboo

Stem, that cries in the wilderness.


Tell me if these songs carry the

Fragrance of ancient love ballads,

And the wind is blowing to create

A rhythm to the music in harmony,

I ‘m just singing like a forsaken bird

Waiting in the jungle, in the midst

Of a wild fire, unknowingly…

Down Memories Lane

In your tender eyes
Blooms the starry sky.
There is only one continence
Alone in my eyes,
One note alone in the ears;
I am unable to wipe it off from my mind
It goes on and on eternally
And my life stands still in that harmony.

You illumine my environment
As the thousand lights of the lamp
In the courtyard,
And you are the one after the thousand wicks,
which stands out and radiate celestial glory.

In your sparkling curls of hair,
I perceive the emerging moon
On the firmament,
With her bride-maids–the stars .
I see golden rays in your cheeks
When your finger tips touch
The flaming lamp.
And I could see your love blazing,
In your stunning sweet face.

As I morphed into a sandal colored
Attire covering your soft rosy skin,
You entered as a poem into my mind
And your sweet snigger
Became a sparkle….