A different song


how do I sing a new melody,

of blissful tunes

that wipes old tragedy…

 

in a pitch higher than the rest

on a note different

but the best…

how doth the nightingale weaves

everyday a gorgeous tale…

 

how shall this unsung lore

of love, be

a song of courage…

 

sing along , O humming bird

why doth your voice so vibrate

yeah! I hear the heartbeats

betwixt your sighs

those which reverberate…

 

lets hum , lets pluck

the harmonious strings

tap and dance like a ball

only you and me

on the crust of the earth

O ! chime of the wind serene!

 

 

DREAM


within the closed eyelids
lives a dream,tiny,small and glittering
whose shimmer shines like thousand stars
amidst the deep forest or even in dark….

 

like a perfumed rose, as a satin feel
the bud of dream ,lives to dream
as cluster of pearls precious
it gathers moments transitory.

 

like an evanescence of fragrant oils
which fill the senses with richness
the infinitesimal dream
diffuses in our breathe!

I bask !


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I bask in the gleaming sunshine
 the soft wind kisses my whorls,
through miles it traversed,
playing with the clouds dancing above


the  weeds of thoughts 
 now brushed aside
I snuggle in the 
warmth of your love....
with an embrace 
I enliven myself...
for yet another hundred years...
pacifies my restless heart
in tranquil I sleep
amongst the tender filaments of love
I discover the affection lying within!

scarlets,pinks,bloom in flush
the pasture shines with a silvery streak,
in valleys I tumble down
whirling my passionate thinkings!

I AM POVERTY


I, poverty, thy destitute figure of humanity,
In rags and mud , I am strewn,
Crushed by offsprings of  supremacy
An illegitimate child of power , Iam,
littered ,cluttered , scattered
The bitter truth of the world,
I, poverty, the homeless progeny…
… of the created hypocrisy…
Broods who in thousands ,
agonize in vacillating hearts…
never fathered by the dominions
although I am stripped and denied my part,
dither none, the authority stands unfretted,
I die and get buried
in the human carcasses…
to appear again in another misery
I, poverty, indigent is my form!

THE COMMON MAN !


What made the common man suffer in the fight for survival?
What made him so vulnerable against the pitiable condition?
Who tied his hands behind ,with strings of unfaithful symptoms?
Forgetting the core of humanity ,what makes him shed his dead skin?
 
The political vendetta is blame game of irrationalism
Have you ever watched the chameleon with different colours?
 
Beside the scene, sits the common man quietly
When shall his inner voice scream for justification…?
 
Shall a crusade ever start
within the hard core shell of man
wears who the mask of public, politician, official or lawmaker
 Of different genres , of different dispositions
 Tis the mankind which suffers…
offspring of whom we are …
lost,stranded and
 forgotten.
 
 
 
 
 

Autumn Song


in the rustling of tender leaves

I discover a mellifluous tune

which basks in the glory

of the shining sun…

beneath the shelter of

the lovely mulberry…

 

my ears hear the playful melodies

the noise of crickets

and some frogs playing near,

yet in their croaking voice I find

the melody of the enchanting nature…

 

the gushing flow of the brook near

flock of canaries swing

with butterflies swirling over

I celebrate the autumn song

of precious earth

in tiny sounds

that I hear!

 

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O! Thundering clouds!


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O ! thundering clouds!

shower ! rain thy selfless love today!

in pain dances the alluring peacock…

amidst the jungle ,camouflaged

restless is its heart and the storming weather!

gazing at the grey clouds above

it awaits thy ecstatic drizzle

tired feet ,ache

as endless,becomes the  terpsichore…

The salve to the dreary feet

whilst it moves to the lilting tunes

is in your drops ,O ! sailing clouds!

Rain !

The peacock awaits today for your shower!

DEMURE


I’m in the pearls
those which adorn the earth
with their exquisite
beauty…

watching your delicate steps
on the nearby meadow
rests where my soul
in drops of dew spread …

breathing the perfume
that you once wore
fragrances which my heart
as the lilies droop more…

quietly I whisper your name
vales and hills echo the same
proclaiming of the adore
for the demure
vanished who abruptly in the far jungles…

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RETREAD TO NATIVE SOIL


When the auburn setting sun fainted

I dipped in the shades of reminiscences

flew the sprightly dancing birds

Migrating back to the home of their old ancestral…

Unlike the human who leaves

ne’er turns and looks back

The scent of the nostalgic dust

Of thy motherland

although when  fills the nostril

of the wetted eye…

How hath the colour changed  of the sky

I watch the clouds move

from the place where I once dwelt

to  newer horizon…

long  years  ripens the hair

white silver streak visible

yet awaits the native soil

re tread of the same feet

which has lost the path

under the blue firmament.

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NOBLE PROFESSION


Classy chose few embellished dreams
They signify the status and reach
impractical and hard to decipher
The nomenclature of the modern day objective.
 
What fuss the jargons create thus
 piling with verbiage
 leaving aside rectitude and veracity
with dancing doldrums of the coloured goals
announces the widely acclaimed aspiration.
 
Preferred if, another idyllic venture
Lies which beyond the commoner’s comprehension
assumes the widespread then
there doesn’t exist any such profession.
 
In servitude of mankind thus
to render free expression in form of few precious words
which reveal the  candor  of self
to uplift the withering sense of the perishing humanity…
is my chosen noble profession.
 
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