Had I walked barefoot…


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Had I walked barefoot on every part of this earth
sailed through the different seas ,calm or rough
if only I had seen the mystical deserts, quiet and stormy
and the majestic mountains and hills… strong and gigantic
If I had breathed in the forest dark with glow flies lighting
and slept in the woods coniferous , sky kissing,
had I come across unknown tempests at every bend of life
and enjoyed the song of tiny birds… swinging on the perch of life.

Had I seen the glistening snow, sparkling white
felt the chilled breeze piercing my cheeks,
If I had stood for hours in the sweltering heat
and sweat profusely… to earn a morsel or a bite

Had I been lying on the grass in the middle of night
embracing the vast sky
the innumerable twinkling stars gazing at me
and the gorgeous moon gliding by…

treasured , then I would have the jewels of this earth
learnt to value the priceless gift bestowed
by the Creator of Universe.

 

 

“I & my solitary creeper”


The fortress is my companion,
its walls my confidante
within the fortified ramparts
lie ,I and my solitary creeper.

It clings to a side
with a desire to feel the warmth
I, lost and abandoned
look for an auspice …

together we bind
knot ourselves in a string
hope where swings
light shines …

Hail ! thy wind ,we call upon
send us the fresh breath of the faraway blossoms
our air is stale
sleeps,the fortress in silence
I and my solitary creeper
fly away with the wind!

Let her sleep!


LET HER SLEEP
Amidst the weeds and few roses,
lies silently,
the girl in white…
in deep sleep

Shh! Dnt talk here
she will wake up…
After long , the dreams
are here
so do not tread…
she is tired and fatique…

sings the lullaby
melodious wind
caressing the sleeping queen!

Sheds few drops , the clouds as tears
quenching her thirst since years
Let her rest …
Let her be in peace
Beside the coffin ,
The nightingale weeps!

 

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Tis’ your journey


tis your journey,
which you undertake
on the lonesome path
for miles before you rest…
afar lies the horizon,
prickly branches near
the sun will scorch your tender skin’
if you aren’t strong and
stand with valour…
lift thy spirits in dark nights
through dense jungles
scary beings of fear and death
shall haunt you
if you don’t have faith ever.
tis your journey,
O! young soul…
traverse on the path
till you touch the blue sky
and finally kiss the stars….

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In Solitude, I hear !


Gaped the tired restless eyes through eternity
piercing the silent whispers of the starry sky
hearing the conversation between the radiant moon and its love
throughout the emptiness,dwelt the heart in the ether of sky…

Reminiscences like fumes of incense
filled the air with scented memories
blooms of night jasmine smiled
at the solitude ,being alone and clear…

listening to the chords of inner voice
with the quiet atmosphere
resounded the night
directions of life to be taken…
Thence I find a path obscure
reaches which to the gorgeous moon in heaven
neither commonly traversed nor taken …

decides the mind, in accordance with the inner realm
The route of self-realization
which commands
real courage and valor,
to stand firm on every avenue
until the goal is achieved with perfection…

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Gracious art!


through the passage of turbulent times

runs the stream of love divine

narrowed which the chasm of nothingness

filled the vale with fragrant roses.

 

ravines cut by the flow of words

on the rocky path or desert

bruise the tender heart

the balm for this ache is rare,

hard to realize

and exceptional to find!

 

love for the soul

kindness at heart

benign the wellness,

gracious becomes the art!

Music of the “Mighty King”


listen to the music melodious
the fluttering of leaves in shade of summer
the river gushing through rocky terrains
the chirping of birds on dawn
rains droplets falling in rhythm…

blissful tune of the nightingales
stormy winds and lashing waves
the cool serene touch of grass
flying above the cottonballs
standing mountains sheltering, the land afar…

Harps the wind on the twigs and trees
the melody of a song pristine…
enchanting as the flute of the lord
the harmonic composition
of the MIGHTY KING!

“To Rise”- A Verse for Women’s day



It’s a dream ,

 A simple wish

Neither jewels fancy me

Nor the glitter of being rich…

As a tiny colourful bird,

I want to wing my feathers

Spreading in the open air

To hover over the colourless ocean…

 

Clipped , chained,

I lay in tethers

In the dark abyss

The dust of nostalgia

Suffocating my nostrils…

 

From ages , restrained I am

Crumpled like a rose ,petals crushed,

Oh! Who doth seen ,

The blood that oozes

When Iam strangled within my shelter…

 

Buried beneath the fire ablaze

Watch the smoke moving high

Kisses it ,the clouds white…

I await…to be born again..

from the ashes of the pyre…

Like a phoenix ..of modern times.