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.

TEMPEST

The shores are far away;

The waves are breaking on the cold

Alabaster stone, on the corniche.

My paper boat is rollicking unruly

On the waves, in a sea of tears.

There is no one to share the throes

Of this heavy burden in the mind.

The twinge is spreading malignantly

Into the soul, like a crab in the sand.


I can see the gleam of a few stars

Glistening in the far away precinct

Of the skyline, like sentinels guarding

The darkness and the occasional flash

Of lightning trying to assuage the wrath

Of the night, by snuggling in fondness.

Still juggling in the hands of the cruel waves,

I remain ignorant of my directions, in frenzy

Listening to the cry of the sea birds in derision.


The flame of life is deflecting in the vortex of

The swirling waves, of the rancid water.

The earthen pot of agonies wrangling

To quench its thirst, in despair;

Now a faint twilight dawns in the horizon.


I am nearer to a verdant shore where

She is waiting to greet me with

Wine of her love and the warmth of her body…




`~ Kunjubi

THE UNKNOWN LOVER

Time is an unknown lover, and

Life, his sweet beloved.

Yielding dreams and tears,

Embrace and kiss, adore and hug,

And then discard like an unwanted treasure...


Will make beautiful gardens among the sky

Build a mansion inside that garden,

Will cherish and foster children of love,

And at last drown us in the pyre of grief.

Alas! Such is the amazing kinds of dreams!


It will display unseen heavens and then

Take us for a delightful joy ride

In a chariot of gold through the sky;

With a lullaby will soothe you and lead

You to a slumber quietly with

The most excellent music on earth.

Then land in a forlorn desert and

Abandon you there to die and become rancid.

Alas! Relationships entangles in such a way!

LIKE A CATWALK

LIKE A CATWALK….

A drop of nectar. the dewdrop

That seek the feathers of a glow worm…

Similtudes one after another throng the mind

Like breeze, for touching you with my fingers...

Like love locks rollicking in the soft breeze

In bashful ecstasy; your coquetry laughter peeling like

The chinkling of a hundred bells, mellifluously.

Peacocks in pavane on your cheeks of damask rose;

Even the crescent moon will bow its head in defeat

Before the super transcendent apparition.

While the candied dreams blooms in the doe eyes

And the earth and heaven swoons in that illusion.

When the softest draft embraces the vales,

And the ripples of the blue lagoon reflects the hues

Of the sky in the placid water, fronted with lotus leaves.

Then the blossoms of your angelic smiles accost me

And you arrive in the sandal showering night

On a palanquin with the cupid’s arrows in your quiver,

To shoot into my heart, always hitting the bull's eye.

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.