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
as a wick of the lantern…
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.
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,
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…
how much we wary
breaks the mirror of our whimsies
in broad daylight.
It has been a long journey till here ,as I publish my 800 th post today. Iam thankful to every reader, visitor, viewer of my blog and my friends who continously have encouraged me with their loving comments and through their presence. For my simple words , I write this!
“For affluence , I do not have words
my thoughts are unique.
different is my verse…
thou shall be comforted in the raging summers
as the lucid pleasant sprinkle on your cheeks
from the emotions of my poetic drizzle…
in chilling frosty weather
the ablaze of my burning passionate words
will warm thy soul as ever…
on lone nights, they can comfort thou
like a cuddling pillow
absorbing thy worries in dark hours…
in thy setbacks, or fall
inspiring, zestful glimpses
will make you stand with fervor.
O! friend ! my words cannot be diverse
but my reflections are unlike and inimitable”
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 ,
I, as the jasmine statued captivated with your fall…
LET HER SLEEP
Amidst the weeds and few roses,
the girl in white…
in deep sleep
Shh! Dnt talk here
she will wake up…
After long , the dreams
so do not tread…
she is tired and fatique…
sings the lullaby
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!
Do not wither
O! season of unison!
I meet my love!
Embrace thy lilies
leap and kiss the
While I wait
for my companion
Remain here for
my love shall arrive
the air will be fragrant again
The birds will sing and
love the flight
Sing! O! season of unison
Here awaits my heart
For the love ,who is miles apart…
I often came across a face,
which wore a masquerade circadian
bright flashy,sometimes grey
when eyes flashed as pretense.
while it stepped out
dodging the world
The ruse, it played
became deceptive aid.
Changing masks, a regular charade
simulation of hidden guile
What a guise,
the face plates?
Façade of false expressions
Pose of honest imitation
Sly,deceit the masquerade’s colour,
Which hath you put today
O! clown of disguise
What’s your colour?
will you ever see your real image
your real reflection?or will the masquerade be your shroud forever?
shared I , the melancholic drops
fell which on the blossom of life
drenching my fabric
whence I treasure a casket
of those translucent gems for you.
not before long
they had rolled swiftly
away was the spring of love then,
missed thy ,my gorgeous raindrops
doused which as the early monsoon.
I realize ,how precious you
find them, glittering and shining
preserved , saved thus
the drops melancholic…
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