I love to watch !


 
I love to watch the flying bird
who has the strength to soar higher
regardless of strong winds
manages
to flap the wings
and stay there more…
through the thick clouds
in the high skies, is its flight
hovering over huge mountains
the avian
like a free soul glides.
when will the heart scot free
flying over distant hills
when shall the limits and bonds
vanish,tie which the soul
to a post
in chains of imprisoning.
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Floweth like wind!


shone the glow of your face in shimmering sparkles
Ya !  I am stupefied, charmed
by the smile of your grandeur…
Floweth like wind,
who caressing the soft temple
my brows are jealous
whisked out quickly the
kiss between their splendor.

the penetrating feel of
the affection,
a simple peck
imprinted on wall of adoration.

oh! I melted in seconds
transformed the frigid nature
like fragments of dew,I
disperse and mingle
with the dancing breeze amateur.

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“Elan”


rumblings few
cannot deter the elan
the zeal borne out of enthusiasm
and charm
betwixt the intervals by trepid  interruptions
wins the way , Thou! solitary heart…

Thou, hath seen enough storms
tornadoes
that wreck and leave torn
yet thy ship has sailed through
turbulence , with faith and courage ,
in every voyage…

when piercing words like darts
poisoned
and bled the
innocent heart
Thou! solitary heart
like a calm breeze
soothed
the bruises of thyself
with divine charm

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Light of Wisdom


O! Thee, my ignorant mind seeks the light
there’s darkness everywhere,
knowledge flourishes,
learned is man,
who is the learner,dies the inquisitiveness…
Speaks every mouth,
who doth listen,
forgets the vision, to observe
ears deafen …
O! Thee,
searches my ignorant mind
for the lustrous flower
whose fragrance shall wipe away
worries and ego of power…
Amidst the clouded thoughts and views
of the intellectuals,
I, stand alone
look for that light of wisdom
illumines and kindles
the lost conscience of every soul and enliven.
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ADIEU!


Who knoweth the serrated pangs

of the piercing of poisoned dart

Alas! it pierced and pierced.

That nostalgia of the suffocating breath

memories flash in  visuals

history held the pen in hand

 bleed the pages…

prior being written.

the shrill and softness of the yearn

the quivering voice ,lost in sunburn,

drips through the sides with sweat or raindrops

as the oozing blood from the bruised heart gets frozen…

Brush, I aside the reason,

why and what for,should such happen,

isn’t trust , the jewel of faith,

blind how can be then a soul of reason…

wounded which my existence by charring words

turning me to ash,

…ablaze my integrity and conscience…

I sunk in oblivion

Knoweth not the world

neither can e’er

wish I, the sun dawns

when the ephemeral second arrives

stand when we across…and the mirror shines

Till then thou ! and me shall remain away

from the clutches of time…

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O! Krishna!


The bejeweled trinket clinks,
tinkle ,few silver bangles,
she halts as the melody from  flute
mingles in the air…
in a soft tone she chants,
“O! Krishna,where did you vanish,
your flute troubles me
and plays pranks…
I search you
and find none…
where hath thou gone, O! Gracious one,
the sun sets in Brindavan…
awaits the doe eyed, ethereal maiden,
craves the soul ,in agony of despair and separation…
thy left the reed in pastures… of Gokul
thy mates miss thine play
with their companion…
the fresh froth of the churning cream
yearns for the immaculate touch of the tender fingers,
from the milk of the divine cows under azure
who pine for their shepherd …
O! pastoral of the beings
we seek your presence
come hither with the blowing breeze
beside the pond , I look for your being…
under the Kadamba tree, which showers the
blossoms of love
here, restless and impatient ,
sits the soulmate…
the Shakti of thou! Shiv…
 
 
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Truth of Life


TRUTH OF LIFE
 

It’s the truth of life,what we crave for is lost ,
like the golden particles of sand,
that slide between the fingers,
even from a tight fist…
what we cannot hold ,
is the truth of time.

That which flows like a stream
open, unended, unclosed,
incessant,
like the love of a pure heart
unselfish, uncanny, selfless..

Beyond this altruistic reality
is nothing but a mirage,
world of images and fantasies
ready to get crushed by folds of time…
illusions many,
how much we wary
breaks the mirror of our whimsies
in broad daylight.

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