HUES OF DREAMS

HUES OF DREAMS

In those young days when I used to

Love blossoms, and wished to fly around them

Like a butterfly, the colour of my dreams was ‘green’.

When I coveted to touch the snow clad

Mountains that loomed over the boundless

Horizon spreading before me, the colour

Of those dreams were  ‘ blue’, as the hyacinths.

The age when I desired for the dawn of

A new political system without corruption,

And the blood was bubbling with revolutionary

Ideologies, the dreams hovered around me

Looked forward for such a dawn, its colour

Was a crimson ’ red’, of the proletariat.

When I see the dry leaves of a tree

Scorched in the intolerable heat of the sun,

My excitement freeze and the dreams

Assumed the hue of ‘ash’, in despair.

In this advanced stage of life, I am unable to see

Anymore vivid dreams, I used to have.

Now my palette have the colours, got mixed

Together, and formed a blackish tint.

No more resplendent dreams in the life now!

And who knows, what its colour could be

In the eerie silence of my tomb….

NOSTALGIC MEANDERINGS

                              



   NOSTALGIC MEANDERINGS

Is there anyone who could refuse to
Reminisce their childhood and adolescence?
Is there any one who will never covet to graze
Through their past in their episodes of love
And remember the heart throbs of beloveds?.

 Any one who will hesitate to sing a melody of love;
As they see the placid brooks and the tearful dreams
They saved in their hearts of those sunny moments?
Any one live in this earth who would not cherish
The realms of their youthful days...

My heart yearns to traverse through
Those good old days, and revel in those memories.
Is there anyone living in this earth who does not
Covet to immerse in those fond memories of those
Vibrant youthful days when life was fragrant
With love in the heart and the beloved was so close.
I will submit even my whole remnant birth
If I can recapture those sunny days back to me....

The soft shade of the old mango tree;
The corridors of my family house
Where all the household spent their
Life together in spree and unity;
Where honeydew drips from the tip of
The grass leaf in the early dawn,
And we drip them into our eyes to feel
The rapturous delight of the early morning chill.
Where at the banks of the running brooks
The toads crock courting their beloveds...
The fleeting rain embracing us in love and mirth,
And the shouts of joy while running after
An improvised paper ball in the rain..
When in the morning we imitate the cries
Of the *chakoram [Caccabis} from its bamboo nest;
And we turn to become Ace drivers of racing cars
Wheeling the old cycle rims through narrow alleys of the village...
And throw stones in the temple tank where the Water Lilly
Sways among the ripples in the morning thrill...

Watch half naked young girls sinking and
Bathing in the muddy waters of the river, after a rain;
Run after an elephant and beg the mahout to give us
A hair from the elephant's tail.. And.... And...

Writing the first love letter with three words "I LOVE YOU'
To be given to the most beautiful girl in the class;
And the aftermath of such an insolence
Of a VII Standard boy reported to the class teacher...
The bitter pain felt when detached from home and mother
When leaving for the city to study and join the college hostel..

Could all these golden moments ever come back
Into our life any time, any day.......

SEEKING YOU

                              

                               SEEKING YOU…

               
Where were you so long, for a copious period

My sweet, bewitching, voluptuous moon?

Were you hiding among the clouds in the blue skies,

Or in the terraces of the castles in the air?

Where were you all these time?

Away from your beloved for such a long time?

Were you sleeping and dreaming in some vales;

My loving swan, with your coquetry and bashfulness?

Swimming in the jade ponds of eternal love..

So long… .so far away from  my presence?

You the fragrance of the Midnight Queen 

Whose inlets are kissed by the rays of the Full moon?

Where did you go to bewitch a butterfly

And make it tipsy with your love potions ?

WEDLOCK....

                                     

                      Wedlock…

A solitary door of the mind,

The charming door of memories

Of the erstwhile life, obsessed

Always with grief, if closed;

Always with woes, even if opened.

It’s a poem, written by the heart;

Love’s nectar is its language.

If its meaning is misconceived

If no spelling mistakes, creep up

If omissions and errors, are avoided

It becomes an epic; Matrimony is a mega epic!

Is there a song sung without discord?

Any dances without a faulty step?

Inaccuracy, miscalculation, blunder.

Slip, oversight, delusion, all may occur.

Rhythm may falter, steps may alter,

But the swirl will continue, till the end

When the course is corrected at times,

In the current of the song of life!

Paint the faded pictures of wedlock, with

Ever fresh sparkling colours of endurance;

Like rains and spring seasons wash away

The sins of summer and its debris

As omnipresent Time by its omnipotence.

       

IN THE MOONLIGHT

         

                                     

                         


                 IN THE MOONLIGHT





Have you forgotten that night?

When we first met, in the moonlight?

We exchanged our glances artfully.

My beloved, my memories are all

Crowded with the enlightened streams

Of your enchanting smiles.


You are the tiny waves which gives bliss

To the withering memories of my forlorn life.

My pleasures pure, have become mute pangs

Now, smothering my morbid soul.

The fragrance emanating in my life

Out of your reminiscence is now

An elixir, for my existence.

The eternal radiance of your smile

Enliven my spirits and soften my pangs….

WITHER THOU...

                                                              Whither  Thou?

Self immolation, suicides, manslaughter,

And rapes are becoming pillars of life;

Unknown someone is programming

Our lives remotely, as a parody of

A T.V. serial, without start or end

Of a story, that has no meaning,

Pertinence or reason in it.

Basic rights are pilfered somewhere

On the way, making it unfeasible

To express real apprehensions and

Dreams of the human mind, as they

Are plundered or looted away from life.

Man is discarded as an already broadcasted

Programme, rather than being a programmer

Of his life, that can be created to suit him.

Lasciviousness is honoured as masculinity,

In the culture of capitalist society.

A contract made up with the devil!

World has become a hunting ground

Like whale hunt, tiger hunt,

Women hunt, gold hunt, and sex hunt...

Life is deteriorating as an epic of failures;

And man is a helpless creature in that void.

UNTIL YOU RETURN....

Pathways created by the cruel destiny;

Souls bidding farewell on its sojourn;

Scorching desires of the heart;

Anguish spreading out  everywhere….


Silence grows up watching this scenario;

Life stream floods over embankment;

Distressing in the eddies in its effort to succumb.

Flowers wither and scatter in the breeze;

Days are diffusing in suppressed sobs;

And fall out in the depth of misery and despair.

Life prolongs indifferently and unconsciously.


Dawn will break up one day, carrying

The fragrance of a dream in the wind

Desires will flutter with a thousand wings

The Night Queens will bloom in the forlorn gloom,

And its sweet scent will permeate in the air.


Won’t you come back as the moonlight that gloom?

NOCTURNE

You who have heard the heartbeat of the night, 

you who have heard, in the long, sleepless hours, 

A closing door, the rumble of distant wheels, 

A vague echo, a wandering sound from somewhere: 


You, in the moments of mysterious silence, 

When the forgotten ones issue from their prison-- 

In the hour of the dead, In the hour of repose-- 

Will know how to read the bitterness in my verses. 

I fill them, as one would fill a glass, with all 

My grief for remote memories and black misfortunes, 

The nostalgia of my flower-intoxicated soul 

And the pain of a heart grown sorrowful with fêtes; 


With the burden of not being what I might have been, 

The loss of the kingdom that was awaiting me, 

The thought of the instant when I might not have been born 

And the dream my life has been ever since I was! 


All this has come in the midst of that boundless silence 

In which the night develops earthly illusions, 

And I feel as if an echo of the world's heart 

Had penetrated and disturbed my own.

MELANCHOLY

                            

                          

Do come my beloved like the divine music

On the flute into the tender mournful  heart.

Have you abandoned your sweet heart

Wandering as  your shadow along with you?

Though you are far away from me

Your sweet music fills me up like a moan

In the soul, my beloved!


Unable to depart from each other,

Bloom in my life as a blossom

Enter into my life as a soft melody...

Let us diffuse in  the moon light

Pervading in the lap of darkness

And dissolve our souls together.


Wherever I am, my angel, your

Sweet voice fills up my heart,

As a  heavenly harmony in its wake.

Though the mind is in the gloom of sadness

Your adorable countenance  brightens

And radiate its brilliance in me….

A SENSE OF BELONGING......

                     





I know now… I belong to you as a dew drop !

A pearldrop that fall down and shatter into infinitesimal atoms

At the touch of your fingertip,  without you knowing it.

I am your heart, the one that silently  whimper for you.

I am the melody on your lips ever present and indelible.

A  song stumbling,  quavering and pining in the mind.

I am your life exclusively  existing here though

Short lived in excruciating circumstances.

I am your depleted ocean, where the quite ripples

Dazzle under the midnoon sun,from where you take

A handful of water  and pour over your chest;

A sea seeking the depth under  your eyes,

You are my rain, showering chillness on my anguish

Assuaging the torpid insensibility of the soul;

The rain seeking  the stinging throbs of my heart

The rain that assimilate in my sighs and diffuse

Falling in my eyelids; always longing to fall down

Permeating its  heavenly fragrance around me.

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Alas! You rob everything,  you merciless  time,

Stealing the magnifIcent dreams of rainbows

That flourished on the tiny petals of this blossom.

Why did you separate  the tiny heart from its stem

With the ghastly fingers of your hands?

You never cared to behold for a moment

The bleeding eyes, bemoaning at the shattered

Pieces of  the glass beads of desires, gathered

And closely kept in the bosom endearingly…

Though you promised an entire spring for me,

I came  to blossom in you as a tiny flower

And to entice you with my sweet fragrance;

The providence granted me  only a short

Evanascent life, and even then  you

Plundered all of my dexterity and made me

Abortive and worthless, you  abominable time!

VANISHING SPRINGS

VANISHING SPRINGS

In the eyelids of the blossom

Lurks  the anguish left by  a bygone

Spring season, where its joy and passion

Convoked and left  sad reveries.

The manifold cellars of enthralling

remembrances hold in its

Chambers, the romantic moments

That went past through the past  seasons.

Don't you recognize the breeze  that

Carries the sandalwood fragrance

Encircling you, trying to  blot out

the tear drops lurking in your eyes,

By its  erotic embraces and vibrant kisses

All over you, and  on your cheeks

With the frenzy of an avid paramour ?

Love is always  a spasm caused by  the trembling of

An unknown thorn stuck in the heart;

And even when aching, it gives  a comfort

From the honey it drips into the emotions.

You dwell in me, as I diffuse in you

And our  boundary walls softly and gradually

Dissolve into nothingness,  removing the barriers.

If you are away, far away from me

You will  dearly hold me through every moments,

And  will hanker for the dream that brings me to your side.

When there is parting, love will erupt  fiercely

As a wild fire and  invite a typhoon into its midst,

Remaining inside the sinews like a wall of fire.

Love becomes a spring blossoming with tears

In the eyelids, and  without the pangs of love,

Love will wilt like the summer blooms.

WHEN YOU COME

                       

WHEN YOU COME

When you come....

 No words are essential…

No hues  are needed to write my chronicle

Of melodies of love, as   you cast a look into my soul .

Though you know not the impact of such a scene;

Where lay embedded a thousand   desires

Involving infinite  imaginations, idling dormant

Insipid in your heart for long, and longing.

Wherever you are, your heart throbs come to  me

Like the soft breeze in the air, stealing  the

The fragrance  of your hair kept

In the palm of the wind embracing you.

And  when I kiss those petals on buds

Enfolding into a bloom, they turn into a hue

Of pink  softness with the coyness felt of the dulcitude,

As that of your marvelous lips.

I will wait for you under the canopy of the inert night.

As the path you walk through, are adorned by

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

I will embrace your soul and whisper  into your ears

That you are my beloved ,and will liquefy

                                      In the ecstasy of that immaculate rapture.

UNKNOWINGLY YOURS

               

         

I just dozed off; just dozed off in

The chillness of the rain that came after

When the moon slept after the witching hour.

Remaining in the  the back stage  we were

Adorning our costumes for the play.

And when you came and softly touched my cheek

With the feather of your tender fingers

I was ovewrwhelmed with an unknown

Ecstasy with that caress,  passed

through your lightning fingers into me.

What made you to awken me while I was sleeping?

What prompted you to clasp me close to your chest;

As though you needed to give me something?

To embrace me or kiss me squeezing me into you?

Or was it just to snuggle  me into you with your love?

I have closed into you so much in this birth.

I have deliquesced into you and unisoned.

All unknowingly as my passion was so intense.

It never let me know how it happened.

I CAN...

                            

I can hear the painful groans

Even while I am laughing loudly, in regalement.

I can savour the fragrance, emanating from

An unfurled flower, while it is withering.

I can perceive the semblance of love

Floating above the placid lake in the chasm

Of your dreaming eyes, flickering in my presence;

Even when there is no light.

I can hear in my slumbers, those prayers

Softening and smoothening the megalith obelisks.

I can sit on the throes of lofty waves of anguish

In the ocean, while I fly over them alone.

The filtered vital breath of my life, while it

Enters the caves of my nostrils, I join the

Chorus of melodies of love, that of the Universe,

And sing with all the created beings

In symphony of unique harmony.

FLUTTERING WINGS....

                                 

This is a woman…. And her life!

Like a migratory bird devoid of

The nest of its own to roost every night,

In the company of its mate, in bliss.

Wandering through far distant and strange lands;

Searching for food and a shore for shelter

Across the sea in the trail of those

Who flew that way before her…

Leaving behind the nest that heard her first cry

For the nectar of life, from mother’s breast;

Renouncing the comforting consolations of loved ones

And their affectionate caresses and safety,

Flying away into the boundless horizon.

A migratory bird!

Strange faces, when spotting an unseen land all around,

Bizarre habits of the people and the curious life style;

Life forgetting the dreams, forgotten to see and at last,

Like the wilting flowers of the evening

Ending like the shadows that fade away;

Again revamping a lust for flying again,

Into the plethoric magnitude of the sky,

Leaving behind, a faint flutter of the striving wings.

LIFE PERSONIFIED...

                           






How strange is the platform of life                
That exists with an origin unknown
And whose destination unseen!
We are mere individuals
Jinxed with squint eyes and colour blindness
Unable to decipher the hues of life!

But lo! How vibrant  is the essence of life!
How luminous is the play of colours in our life!
They are a prelude to our vociferous existence.
They add limericks to a derelict mind.
It precipitate to a hackneyed routine.
Are they not the nuances of an incandescent living?
They are a hymn to a life of harmony.
And they emanate from the subtle aura of the soul.

We embark on our sojourn to earth
With spots of red blood,  all over us.
Do they convey an unread message too?
The blue skies and deep ocean denote a truthful vision.
Though the purple fruits of distress hit us quite often.
Green leaves and trees show us the hope of eternal life;
Orange flowers, lend us strength and endurance;
The yellow sun that shines signifies honour and loyalty;
And the black terrain connotes  the ultimate end....

Is  life's premises not  much complicated?
Though it commences with a threat through blood,
And concludes with embellished naught,
Transition of colours from red to black
Epitomises our journey of life.
What a radiant life  we  got to live!