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Ravishing, the tender filaments ,

those which tie the twin souls

often swayed which

in  breeze of amor

dipped in pool of sacred nectar…

unraveling the knots of past and present

which were long forgotten

vis a vis ,the flames of destiny

burning on the candle of verve …


 
What’s next, cries the heart
which colour of sky shall
the eyes perceive,
 wrath of scarlet or
peaceful azure…?
 
flees the life of soul
faraway in the lap of hills,
in dense forests ,
lost in green…
where a ray of light cannot pierce
how would you find me,
world,
here I hide
amidst the woods unknown,
better than
 lives seen…
 
In dark,I won’t shiver,
although the eeriness  will echo
crickets, bees, wild beasts
in their kingdom I roam.
 
none to rule, or proclaim
my clipped wings hurt in pain
years in the cage golden ,
stripped my strength
I wish to fly again…
Here I come
free I soar,
flap the wings harder , O soul!
 

Thee , the emperor of the cosmos,

one who reigns the galaxy,

The pristine nature

 blushes

 on his glance…

whose tears flow on earth

 as sacred Ganges,

To thee! I salute,

 who visions the creation…

..

Soul of mine , thine art,

Thou colours have painted …

with the emblazoned emotions

…whence shimmers my heart…

 

 

I owe to Thou ,

the Supreme Lord ,

Craftsman of this existence

The Magnanimous artiste,

Every second, every moment,

Every joy,

that I have knoweth

Every tear,

every breath ,

 the ceaseless energy 

that keeps me dead or alive!!!!

 

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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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Dim the hope , bleak appears the future
in every grain of the field’s harvest
rests the destiny of  poor .
while the ones who had
a silver spoon
hardly noticed the worth of a grain…
a morsel was all… for a day,
while the couple sleeps
 under the leaking roof
of the shelter 
with a noise of
roaring stomach
 in emptiness .
One who grows the crop
for millions
feeds
 whose stock
the children of everyone…
he has the glass
full of water
until the morning sun dawns
and he toils again till
his last measure.
The irony of life
 tonnes of food
 being thrown in spills  
as leftovers ,
in garbages,
while the farmer
remains famished .

PAINTING

On fingertips , smudged is colour of the
ethereal ,
rouging over a blank canvas
images of illusory candidness emerge…
gradual strokes, the tender touch makes
silky smoothed the texture
violets, scarlets,lavenders,carmines,
sapphires,turquoise brighten
the alluring render…
a song reverberates in the chamber
pounds where the heart in thunder,
miss I the enchanter
the painter of my existing splendor.


Faraway in the coppice
echoes the shrill of a cuckoo
she who sings for her beloved
in melancholic blues…
The ripe blossoms of mango trees
disperses through the grove
Crossing the hill, nearby
reaches the hamlet offshore.

Halt!
Awaits who in the courtyard
The lonely lass
for the pulse of her heart alike the cuckoo,
she too remains hidden and lost…

Asks then the herald
to falling heaven
in joy , whence will the air gladden?
athirst soul, sings for love’s arrival
in wish of a unfulfilled quenching desire…
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on the falling and rising tidal waves
amidst the rough climate
surpassing every storm and  hazy days
through silent, restless nights…

after years of deplorable moments…
wandered through the dense darkened forests
searching for the soul close and intimate…
the lonesome hearts sought for real happiness…

wrenched by twists of life,
in clenched fists of relations with strife
in silence humble ,
bringing on every face a smile…
the solitary souls walked in the arid desert
thirsty and naive.…

hitherto unaware of each other
walking alone on the same path…
yet away from one another…
two distinct flames of the same Creator
come across at a juncture…

Thence, conspires the Galaxy with the stars,
to guide the souls and illumine their path…
a radiant effulgence from the heaven
burns continuously
as a wick of the lantern…
which brightens
their traversing path…

 the twin souls, thus
earn the command
of destiny and fate’s predicament
assimilating in eternal fire
of  love and existence…
becoming one in transcendence.

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shook the canopy of firm beliefs
law of impermanence wins
I rush aside to pinch,
O! Thee !
 Is this the truth or
a  destiny fragile!!! 
what is perpetual,ceaseless
 besides the sun,moon and innumerable stars
rivers floweth, and clouds walk
over the destined path…
nature invariably incarnates
transforms and regains
tis only the human,
which neither forever remains
nor lives as in the body of flesh
without being stale…

the essence of creation,
the fragrance of flower
the blueness of heaven
the serene flow of river
the smile of a baby
the soul of a human
ne’er die
contrary to the law of impermanence
of the Universe!
then how shall , me and Thee !
leave indelible marks
tie ourselves with the ne’er opening knot…
Wait!
Tis ! the divine that binds us,
Tis the force cosmic that fastens us in
bonds of  ancient births
kindling the flame twin, in souls
enlightening the darkened eleventh door,
Tis the ethereal cosmos,
life obeys the law of the Absolute one
in every age by his norms!

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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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