O! Thou! tranquil peace of my heart
I await your presence
soak me by thy shower of fragranced love
utterly in delight, I whisper!
between the breath of mine and thine
dances the pulsating heart
that which once was mine
now adorns as your part!
Look! thine magic worked upon
the mystique feeling is on
like the champa flowers ,
I, as the jasmine statued captivated with your fall…
CHILD OF WORLD”S DESTINY
On streets forlorn
Walks the child, destitute
The infant of world’s destiny…
In rags torn
hungry and homeless
roaming through lanes
for a morsel!
The rulers sit on a lavish throne
speak high volumes of chore
actions fail to achieve
war and blasts kill
the child of world’s destiny
lives as a requiem…
Do not wither
O! season of unison!
I meet my love!
Embrace thy lilies
leap and kiss the
While I wait
for my companion
Remain here for
my love shall arrive
the air will be fragrant again
The birds will sing and
love the flight
Sing! O! season of unison
Here awaits my heart
For the love ,who is miles apart…
shared I , the melancholic drops
fell which on the blossom of life
drenching my fabric
whence I treasure a casket
of those translucent gems for you.
not before long
they had rolled swiftly
away was the spring of love then,
missed thy ,my gorgeous raindrops
doused which as the early monsoon.
I realize ,how precious you
find them, glittering and shining
preserved , saved thus
the drops melancholic…
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She fights her battle like a valiant warrior
sporting a new robe of courage .
guarding off herself with a rapier glazed
slashes the nonsense and babble
shedding the dead old skin .
yet unlike the rest, she dares forth
in her combat with the vagaries
of social metaphor.
Her weapon is the most powerful,
,the five and half inch pen
killing millions with a single severe blow
reviving hundreds from the dead chores…
A new hope rises from the ashes of oblivion
A neoteric incarnation of a woman
in the dominion of chauvinists…
spoke she with humility
pulling the truth that laid beneath the mattress
she shakes the conscience of the slumber,
to lift the losing values of human coherence…
Births a new age,
When a woman is
armed with intelligence
fortified by mental strength
ready to shoulder the task
in a nations’ progress.
I wish to be the tiny flower lies who,
at the feet of thine…
Instead of the jewel that shines in thy crown
O! immortal Krishna ! I sing your praise
in verses of mine!
The brilliant gem bedecks your aura
Outstands it every precious stone
O! but it cannot see thy face benevolent
even while decorating… in thy diadem…
I , the lonely flower, rest in thy feet
grace bestows my presence
When thy eyes look at me…
Thou universe that rotates around you thee!
I unaware of the method,
here! I sit and surrender at your feet
O! Krishna ! Raise me from
the chasms of time!
here moves the pen
words emerge ,
an intrinsic art
in an ink of sadness…
as the verse loses its rhythm
the imagery gets tarnished,
caged get the free thoughts
once were they flying birds
dreams of myriad colours
in darkness of the hue
searches the mind
an inspiration to continue…
moves my pen
scribbles the mind in air
words emerge out of nowhere.