Saturday, December 27, 2014

A BLOSSOM OF SUNSHINE





    A BLOSSOM OF SUNSHINE


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...

WHO IS IN CHARGE







WHO IS IN CHARGE?


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

TEMPEST OF LIFE



                           




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?
Ambitions?
Aspirations?
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…

ETHEREAL MELODIES.







 ETHEREAL  MELODIES.

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

LET'S LAUGH







LET’S LAUGH…

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


Wednesday, November 26, 2014

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

Saturday, November 22, 2014

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?

                

Friday, November 14, 2014

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

Sunday, November 9, 2014

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..............