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!

SAYONARA

You are the waning moonlight
A teardrop of my life, lurking on the eyelids,
The swansong of my adoration, in my being,
Blobs of tears oozing out of the grief stricken heart,
Awaiting to hear the footsteps of spring,
Approaching around the corner, of seasons.
You, the blossom of the rainbow, fading out from my life.
You the radiance of my sunshine!

This earthen cage implore you with agony in my heart,
Not to leave me alone, in this horrid wilderness
Where not a shade or mirage could be seen,
No oasis, no stream, no date palms…
You are the mute song of a flower;
The festival of music, in my weary soul.
Are you flying away from me, for ever,
Into your horizon, among the angels?
Your eyes are not moist, not laden with tears.
Your voice is too feeble; I cannot discern
What you are trying to tell me.

Love is an eternal prayer.
A constant prayer, blessing the one you love.
With all the goodness, and eternal joy.
It will always rise like a fountain,
From the heart of my thoughts, for you!

A NEW BLOSSOM

A NEW BLOSSOM

                                                 

 A blossom will  bloom once again in this stalk;

The tears that spills in darkness and gloom

Will disappear from the  countenance;

The tender sprigs will come out on the boughs

On the tumbleweeds of the desert.

The sun will peep through the dense canopy

Of the clouds when it showers, glittering

With its brilliant sunlight.

The woeful despair in the mind will depart,

As shadows from the darkened screen of the soul.

And a flower will bloom as a finger of the first rains.

The dazzling radiance of the morning sun

Shall commence dancing among the foliage

Where the birds are whistling in glee..

The entrancing melody of the meandering river

In its ripples, presenting a symphony orchestra,

And in its wake glide the toy boats  of the mind as

Happy reminiscences through the  waterway.

Again a flower will blossom  and the silver

Lining on the edge of the clouds will appear,

On the horizons of the  cluttered mind.....

THE GOLDEN SITAR

A golden sitar that everyone covets to touch!

May I touch it with the feather tip of my fingers?

Let me sit beside you  as an evening that 

Sprinkle flamboyance on your cheeks.

You did not tell me anything that day

When I berated you about something..

What made you to keep silent, then

Not uttering even a word to me?

You kept quiet when I went away,

And when I sat at a distance,

Your eyes were moist.....Why?

And  you didn't tell me anything, and left.. 

Won't you come in the twilight of the evening

And sit beside me, and I will faint out

And  lie down in your lap,

Inebriated with the bliss your love.

You will kiss away the beads of  sweat on

My face  with your yearning lips, 

And when the moon slides away into the clouds

Fall over my  chest in frenzy with the

Beatitude of being together again.

WHAT IS THIS SWEET EMOTION

WHAT IS THIS SWEET EMOTION?

We are always seeking the quintessence of love in our mind

Do we at any time realize, if it is there as we stand near it?

Is that possible to explain it in a simple word?

Does it come and fill our heart unknowingly, without effort?

As a ripple in the shore kissing our feet

And sweeping away the sand underneath them?

Or does it echo in our hearts and revereberates

In our life when it is present?

We are seekers always on the march!

Is it a sparkle in the eyes?

Is it a fragrance permeating as from the sweetest spring?

Or is it a gossamer string that bind two hearts together?

Or a precious pearl that develops in an oyster?

A cup filled with the nectar or ambrosia?

Is that the fawn of a steer appearing in the moon?

Or an oasis in the ever sweltering heat of the desert?

Or a magic spell that envelop us in its hold?

Or a sentiment that cannot be uttered in one word?

Tell me what it is….

Explain to me the manifestations of such an emotion,

My beloved , if you can as you get the drift

And immerse in it !