MORNING GLORY

              



            MORNING GLORY….

In the silent chorus of dawn

I bask in the glow

Of your last embrace

And on the paving stones

Of longing, I tread impatiently

Towards our next encounter.

Your gift nestles proud

Between my breasts, intertwined

Pearls of love, and light.

While nature wraps

Her grief with artfulness

In the lustre of a gemstone

PAINT ME A PICTURE

                                                                                            

PAINT ME A PICTURE

Paint me a picture,

won't you?

Of not any images,

but words that trickle

out of your lips.

The light that shines

in your eyes,

in the dark hours.

A picture of love and

its tender shower.

The unsaid vows that

beat in the hearts.

The warmth that you

give to my veins.

The tingle in the spine,

the blush on my

cheeks.

The aura around me,

that on me,

you bestowed.

The moment, when the

heart missed a beat,

and the window left open,

Through which my

heart flew away

to you.

The moment, when I lost

myself,

and found us.

Paint me a picture, won't you...

of the unexplained feelings

and the unleashed emotions?

But don't pick up the brush,

and don't mix colours in your

palette and don't you look

for a bare canvas...

Paint on my heart, my soul

and my skin...

The colours of your love

 and let me be totally

tinted by your hues...

Paint on me a picture,

unseen by others...

Won’t you?

The colours of you...

and let me be totally

tinted by your hues...

Paint on me a picture,

unseen by others...

won't you?

                

THESE ARE A FEW OF MY FAVOURITE THINGS

THESE ARE A FEW OF MY FAVOURITE THINGS!

I hate highbrows and hypocrites.

But love white cladded maidens

On their way to church, on a Sunday.

I like fast Cars and fast drivers;

But hate to travel in a public transport bus;

And travel to the end of the world with a companion

Who shares the same interest with me.

I like to eat the lunch from a pack

Bound in banana leaf, with curd and lime pickle

On top of cooked rice and French fried potato in coconut oil;

Walk through lush green paddy fields

In the morning sun and a chilling breeze.

Listen to love songs of yester years,

Brimming with innocent and vibrant love.

Read space and science fictions

And spy thrillers and crime stories.

I like those who dislike me,

Like Remya, who nailed me on the cross,

And pray “Father, she knows not what

She is doing; forgive her trespass.”

 Kunjubi

A MIGRATORY BIRD

A MIGRATORY BIRD

I wish if the lamp could  extend its wick a little more
To brighten  and give a little more light
Just to ward off  the darkness that pervade
Masking the mind ,from disintegrating.
And tranquilise my weary dreams collapsing
In the alleys of the merciful darkness.
You have come to the rainsodden nest
Of my heart , without me knowing it
And roosted there like the migrating bird.
You went away without telling me
At a most delicate and subtle moment
On a day that was filled with ecstasy
And inexplicable felicity beaming around.
Do you feel the quivering  of a painful feather
On one of your splendored wings now?
Like a glistening dandy pearl resting in the mist,
That is blotted away by the morning daylight,
You diffuse as an ache from a sore wound
On the  walls of my soul from that desolate moment.
A dolorous and despondent melancholy permeates..............

TOGETHER

TOGETHER

The world outside looks so big to me

I'm only eight weeks old you see

I belong to this beautiful mom who loves me.

I curl under  her long big ear as she sleeps

Her hand holds onto my paw as I watch her sleep

Golden curls that bounce as she walks

A smile that lights up when she talks.

If I look sad it's because I am now

I'm feeling worried.

She loves me loads 

I know she does, she wouldn't go and leave me

My mom cried, when I said goodbye, but 

I was a brave little kitten

I know one day God will send my mom

But today I know, I am in her safe hands.

Mother is only one 

She is every where for every one

Only the appearance of mother maybe changed..

But her color of mother hood remains the same.

O' oh here she is running down the path,

She's looking straight at me

OOPS! mind the pot on the window sill 

Don't want to knock that off

One jump, and I'm heading for the door 

As I hear her footsteps 

She does love me, I knew she did, but 

I had my doubts to be sure.

How warm it feels in her loving arms 

As she makes a fuss of me

My mom would be so happy 

If she could see me now

I was the last one to leave her you see, 

No one wanted me

Now I'm here with all the love 

A little cat could ever see.

ONCE UPON A TIME

                        



                        ONCE UPON A TIME



Once upon a time, some one came this way

Peddling  dreams embittered by tears.

Seeking this earth, he wandered  through

The island  of Love, carrying a message from Paradise,


He presented those sweet melodies to this

Evergreen planet for its folks to sing - his epistles.

He kept waiting for someone on the lonely shores

Of the deep blue sea, whose endless distress

Mingled with the  yonder sky, waiting interminably.

Gazing at the  wandering clouds carrying errands

Filled with rapturous ecstasy of  love to the  heavens;

All the while clinging to the star spangled  galaxies.


He filled his goblets,muzzling his ambrosial memories

Through every pubs of the night, kept open with

Its undying flames for its inmates, many a times..


Your memory is dripping down  in the seven notes

Of music incessantly  and eternally -

About the stranger who came once upon a time…

NECTAR

                                           NECTAR

Did you ever find the honey that

You sought to imbibe, in the words

I coveted to pronounce?

Those uttered words filled with sweet love,

Desired to soar up like a butterfly, as

The heart coveted to spread its wings, and

The blossoms yearned to fly with them.

The tender whisper of your love, diffuse

In my ears,  the sweet passion of affection.

I am waiting with ardour in my heart to

Imbibe the sacred water of your love,

You will pour in to the palm of my hand.

The nature has spread a canopy

Over us,  for the consummation of our love.

I was waiting for this luscious moment in my life,

That could bring the tingle in your bosom,

Like a garland of jasmine buds.

The ecstatic soul suspiring to pour

The honey, beckons you to come

Into the meadow, where the moonlight

Has blossomed and is whispering into your soul...

~.Kunjubi    04 Nov. 2014

A BUNDLE OF MEMOIRS

                                                        

                  A  BUNDLE OF MEMOIRS

Which is that passion that hasten to

Turn into clouds and drip down as a rain?

Which is that note that  remains in the heart

As a gossamer emotion of a  sentiment?

Love blossoms as a  poem as the breeze

fondles the  passions with a finger touch.

Many a dawn saw me sitting down

Veiled by the morning mist, despondently

Remembering those sunny moments we had

Together, when you and me were  neighbours.

Now the resplendent evening,  whispers

Into my  ears that we both  have become

Victims of separation from our beloveds.

I used to sit under the Gulmohur trees ablaze

With fiery blossoms at  the entrance of Spring

Thinking of you, and engrossed in reveries.

The Providence  has decreed  that we should

Never  be together as we desired, and thus

We had to part, carrying the rucksack

Of our memoirs, tread in our own paths

and occasionally lick

Them like a dog licking its wounds.

INVITATION

                                 



                                

                         INVITATION

Come my beloved.. the weather is changing now

The sandalwood showering moonlight will fade now.

Remove the facade of your veil and allow me

To see your face and my yearning will be tranquilized.


'Call her, my friends! ,let her come here


And her presence will relieve me from

The malady affecting me now.
.
If you are not coming, just send me a letter

At least, so that I can feel better with

Your adoring message for the time being.

Do hold the tresses of your dress, lest it should

Fall off and obliterate your face;

And I won't be able to enjoy the splendour.

The moon light that enter in my courtyard

Will leave tomorrow if you are not here


The arrogant wind that blows through your house

May bring the dust and cover my face then.

My Darling.. fall in love with someone

And your life will change its direction and

You will realize the beauty of love then.

SHE IS MINE

                                              SHE IS MINE....

 Words flee when I try to depict the beauty of my beloved.

Immaculate, soul stirring..

You may also praise her at  the  sheer sight of her.

Still to find another fairy more fairest than  her now.

She is:

Like the beauty portrayed in the Ajanta  Mural paintings..

The bewitching spell in her eyes..

Like the sweet scented melody..

As the heavenly philharmony floating in the firmament

Enrapturing and enervating the senses..

Like the sandal fragranced moon light

That beams down on a full moon day..

A garden in full bloom in the Spring..

Like the first  radiant ray of the  morning sun..

A captivating, eyeful statue made by the Creator

Carved out of sandalwood..

Or from the  finest alabaster of Italy;

Is it the moon shining there on her face

I  can not make out  the truth.

Like a flower ever fresh and unwilted;

Like a beautiful GHAZAL or the eye of the Ghazal;

A bud of the Lotus in the Mansarovar

Or the  incarnated imagination of the soul;

A  splendid dream with its  magnificent interpretation

It's like the  never ending story in the

"Thousand and One nights"...

A medley of realities and imaginations;

A countenance unique in all aspects;

The forehead resembling that of an  elephant;

A body vanquishing the butter, melting at my touch...

I cannot cast away my eyes from her eyes anymore,

They invite me to  drink from those  goblets

filled with the wine of her love, intoxicating me.

She looks down with coy meekness;

She looks up towards heaven in prayer..

Her glances  up and down captivate the earth and

The sky together  as Narcissus.

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.