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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 …


 
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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through the broken pane of thy window,
peeps the silvery streak
glows thine radiance in luminous waves
why doth it then steal
the charm of thy cheeks,
knoweth it not,
thou art mine,
mingles it in thy silken locks,
rusheth out quickly,
hiding behind the grey peaks …

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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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O! The singing herald

chirp on that perch

which awaits the sunshine

and seeks hope…

on the branch emerged few new leaves

tender  and fluorescent green…

no, it still isn’t that strong enough

to hold the nest of life,

yet it remains unbent and straight

in days of storm and strife…

Withering season marked the place

the ground beneath showed the fall

songs of different hues

echoed

when the sky again turned blue…

Thou! singing herald

sprinkle thy blissful voice

on that perch

anticipates which with diligence and patience

fighting odds of tenacity

with dedication and devotion.

 

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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 ,
Thou !enthrall…
I, as the jasmine statued captivated with your fall…

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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
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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The lonely hungry nights on the footpath or
sometimes in the neighboring slum
The eerie silence of the darkness
or the fearful noise of barking dogs.

A little girl alone, walks
until her legs stumble and she falls

In clothes torn , patched up
hair unkempt and scattered
roughly tied with a soiled hairband
she wears a look of curiousness
and doubt…
her eyes though sparkle wide…
and their innocence shines

The glaze of street lights,
sound of honking horns,
the sudden screeching of brakes on the deserted roads
in wee hours
few shadows seen moving along…

the lone soul starves
beside the marriage ceremony going in pomp,
Where tons of delicious food and desserts get stomped in garbage
the leftover of innumerable plates …
she picks and selects,
cleans and eat,
taste her buds , which were once deprived….

Under the stars, she dreams and lives
every moment , she smiles and breathes,
A little puppy lost and stranded,
licks her toe ,
warmly she picks him up
A friend, she gets in this lone world,
loyal and sweet,
runs who beside her in sun or in storm
in drenching rain
or to sit with empty stomach
on barren rocks…


Thou! Jealousy
as a veiled maiden deceits…

metamorphoses into various shapes
changeth appearances
lures
with exuberant names…

lest anyone finds
the hidden coquette
she overthrows him into the tragic well…

Discontented, ever desiring
innocence burns out in her lusty eyes
she hath destroyed the realms
of peace and love
playing the fiddle to her  tunes!

Beware! says the soul
here  comes, the enticing queen
do not be her slave
dooms she ,every life…thence,
open your eyes
remove the veil…

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