Friday, January 22, 2016


Some day in a month of December

Like a tear drop in the sodden mind,

You walked into my life just like that,

As a translucent memory

With a handful of the whitest blossoms

Permeating a bewitching fragrance....

You leaned over me with your shadow

Clinging to shoulders with your charms

Then with the  dreams in your eyes

Listened to all my ramblings  erupting out

Of me as fantasies of your imaginations. 

We can now share the spasms  in the heart

Of a  disintegrating fly scorched by fire.

Your smiles showered as rains in the sea of 

My  fizzing emotions and then I turned  into 

Be the music enveloping  your  cantillations.

I will in another moment, dawn like the morning sun

In the blossoming  horizon  of your spirit.

Wednesday, July 22, 2015



                               LOVE AND LOVERS

What the winter has done to the blossoms of the fields
I have done to you.
What the Autumn has done to the blooming gardens
You have done to me.
I caressed you the way
The lands sought the streams
You embraced me
As the ripples have embraced the the banks.
My endeared, the love we have
Are we lovers or corals?

May be the Lotus have opened
Their eyes before I have seen you.
May be the moon has arisen before,
I started talking to you.
I never knew anything,
Till you have fulfilled in me.
My thoughts are the Lotus pond
And  my dreams are the milky way of the moon.
What kind of love is this my beloved?
Me the honied moon and you the Lotus pond?

May be the flowers started blooming
Before I knew you.
May be the doves  have been flying in the sky
Before you diffused in me.
I knew nothing till I first met you.
When did the  flowers bloom in me,
And the doves commenced  crooning in me?
What is this love, my precious
Are we the blossoms or the white doves?

I have seen in my dreams those lovely dales,
Those dreamy vineyards
Those chavok trees on the hills,
The tiny springs which forms the  stream
The roses that clad the slumbering hills
as blankets
The soul of the pink sun kissing the lovely mounts...
What kind of love is this, my beloved?
Are you the mounts and me the kissing sun?

Whatever I have sung all this time
Was about you and around you.
Whatever I was seeking
Were the paths you strided on.
Till this moment  there was no moonlight for the day.
From now onwards each evening will be
Resplendent with the love of the sun
And the moon merging together.
What kind of love we have beloved?
Are we now a pair of swans
swimming in the pond of love?

We are the birds chirping
In the nest of a tree somewhere.
We are the  blue blossoms on the hillside
Let the tree, its branches
And the nest  remain perpetually
Let us not shrivel away the blue flowers.
What is this love, my beloved;
Are we the blossoms and the birds?

No forests, no deserts
In the land I wake you up, there is no roof;
The floor is not paved
Where I am making you sleep,
I am there, with enough of my retrospections
There is rain underneath the sky you are
With the flowery rainbow,and the stars to keep company.
What is this love my beloved?
Are we the stars that fell in the earth?

I have seen the depth of the sea
And its bluish tinge in your look.
I heard in your words the ocean
Of love and tenderness.
I sang in an unknown language
In a tune we have never heard.
I drew unseen pictures
In colours that bears no name.
What is this love my beloved?
Are we those pictures we painted?

My love for you is the yearnings
for me to live more
And your loving me is the inner truth of  my life
While I wait for your coming,
My shadow will always accompany me too.
May be our shadows were also lovers as we are
What is this my beloved?
Are we dragonflies of love?.

Did those hilly ranges hear our talk about love?
Did anyone in this garden see our sharing of love?
Let the hilly ranges of this area be deaf without ears.
And those earthen lamps blind and without eyes.
What is this, my beloved
Are we those bowers which never tasted the summer?...

You have taught me to remember only you
You taught me drawing near to you and love you much.
Are not you  the distance separating the strand and the horizon
Are not you the depth of the sea in a conch of the ocean.
What is this my darling,
The oyster in me has rendered a white pearl?

The flowers and  butter turned like petals
In us and blossomed as love.
Like the nectar dripping from petals
It sweetened our relation of love.
The love in us has till now dispersed its fragrance
We are the floret and should never wither
What is this my beloved,
Are we eternal lovers in this earth?

Based on PRANAYAM   [LOVE]~ by ONV

Thursday, April 23, 2015



Would your two luminous eyes ever fill wIth tear drops?

And your silent gasps will become decisive life source?

And those clouded memories that fell into the darkness

Become the vital source of your being alive?

My silence.... my silence....

I have become the bright full moon of your sleeping nights,

Giving my spirit, pledging it for you, I stood as a sentry.
Did you wake up when I caressed you in the morning light?

You have risen into my mind as a golden feather in my dreams.

Would my mind ever become sluggish?

And remain in the path of life without any swing.

Have the teardrops now kissed your cheeks?

My soul is yearning for you at this moment.....

Wednesday, April 22, 2015



A drop of love, if you can just give me
I will give it back to you as a torrential rain..
You turn into a little shade and fill me in,
And I will nurture it and make it a seductive
Jungle and keep it for me eternally.

You pick up a handful of flowers and hand it over to me
I can make an interminable spring out of that.
You pour out a drop of sweetness on my tongue

Saturday, December 27, 2014



In the words which I coveted to pronounce
Did you ever find in it, the honey that
You sought to imbibe.
Those uttered words filled with sweet love
Desired to soar up like a butterfly
The heart coveted to spread its wings,
The blossoms also yearned to fly like the butterflies

The tender whisper of your love diffuse
In my ears the sweet pang of affection.
I am waiting with thirst 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, beckoning you to come
Into the meadow, where the moonlight

Has blossomed and whispering into your soul...



Heaven and hell remains 
On both sides of 
Time - 
An ocean!

Which side is heaven? 

Here or on the other side
Of this uncharted ocean of epoch? 
A riddle!

If humans were created by god, 

I have a question,
For Him to answer me truthfully!
“Why did you give this island of mud, 
In the sea of poignant tears, 
To us, in the Beginning?”

If we were created by the Devil, 

Let me ask him only once, 
A very pertinent information!
“What made you to come to heaven 
And offer us a fruit, and tempt us to eat it; 
To throw us away?
Into this macabre ocean, of woes and grief?”

We know, both of you will keep mute,

Because you never thought, humans
Are that adept, to adapt to this Mother Nature;
And question the purity of your intentions.
Instead you were making us guinea pigs,
For your amusement, and enjoyment.
And still your mirth continues, with a sinister look.
We toil, starve, weep, grope, curse and perish!
You have also become helpless like us, now… 

Let us both look at each other and amuse! 

Friday, December 26, 2014



When and where do you find
Happiness in our small life?
When do you find agonizing grief?
When the illusion of dreams disseminate,
What is the significance and implication,
Of desires?
Where is frustration?
Where is ecstasy?

We learn to smile through weeping and crying!
We learn to walk by stumbling down many a times!
We become adept in forgetting, and ignoring.
Through lessons, in loving others.
And learn to betray and deceive also by
Defrauding our very own conscience, and values.

Where is truth?
Where is enlightenment?
Where is darkness?
Where is affection and sincerity?
How can we discern the light of the dawn or dusk,
When a curtain of smog, has befallen before us?

When we walk under the hot sunlight
We covet for a cool shade for refuge.
And while resting there, we forget the intensity
Of the heat, in the cruel rays of the summer sun.
We always forget ourselves in our shelter,

And inadvertently enter the sea of unhappiness
To drown in desperation, grief and woes…



Somewhere in the month of January
When the nature was under the canopy
Of a haze that came down from the lofty hills,
You entered as a tiny reverie, with a handful of
Pretty white blossoms, like a tear in 
The swollen eyes, of the moist mind.

That day even our shadows leaned
On the rain sodden wings of my mind;
And you listened through the dreams
The tunes my fingers strived to figure out.

Let us share the woes of a pretty butterfly
Scorching its wings, on the flame of baffling afflictions.
You perched in my soul, as a tear swelled eye;
Even your snigger rained out, on the swishing
Sea of my heart, densely on that day.
Then I waddled into the music that rolled out
Of your mouth in its cadence,
Turning it into a celestial ensemble.

I will emerge now looming like the morning sun
In the valley of the blooming dawn

And remain there for eternal moments....

Wednesday, December 3, 2014



My mind takes you in with every word
Dropped from thy lips
I anticipate the moment
I gain access to your soul.
I love the pain you speak;
It mirrors my own..
You tell it so beautifully
I feel I've finally gained control of
The demon that haunts us both,
Drowns in our company
Under this new light, this moonlight...

We finally conquer them all
I hesitate no more and reveal my true self
You do the same and promise no more games...
Our past lives were lame
Now new lives we claim
We laugh together, then cry together
Then we laugh once again