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DEATH I simmer in the boiling emotions of past
Oh! death ! it isn’t that easy
to sleep in thy arms,
before the world awakens
in duty is immersed my heart.
Would thou ever survive a second
in such life , craving for a glance… Oh ! death! thou ignorant
of the mortal ways of earth…
how doth you know
eyes when get wet with reminiscences … Wrap me with the white linen
of thy warmth,
let me furnish the assigned task
there are few minutes left
to be in thy arms! My son!
Come here, adorn the casket
spread the lilies
I fear roses
they prickle my skin…
quietly step near
I sleep in peace…
do not disturb… photocredit:www.fantom-xp.com
Plough thy field ,
O! restless mind,
barren is thy land
make it fertile…
rake up the soil
undug the earth
freshen thy surface for the sow…
spread the seeds of the enchanting name
Whose utterance will lift your veil
O! ignorant mind,
cultivate thy land
let the virtuous arrive
till then thy senses,
recite the song
of the majestic creator,
The Supreme one
Where wander thy!
The lost prince of the unbloomed
deserted who my kingdom,to travel far
awaits the lotus within to blossom
with thy magic wand!
Whose call ,makes the universe rotate
Winds changeth directions
Fish forget to swim and sink in deep
When thy flute resonates.
Soul dances in ecstasy
mind loses its knowledge
Wisdom lights the wick in the mortal
devotion fragrances …
Whose name consecrates the simple beings
His Grace , makes one soar high without wings
Blissful is the momentous moment
When returns to my dwelling,thy majestic prince .
O ! flying bird !
where doth you perch
beyond the majestic mountains
flows the immaculate ocean of love…
where doth you play
amongst the flora and fauna
the elegant lotus awaits
your transformed persona…
Thousand petals will bloom
when you fly within
touching the horizon and diving deep
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!
The peacock awaits today for your shower!
I’m in the pearls
those which adorn the earth
with their exquisite
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…
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.
Tonight the sky seems clear and dark, the shining moon is hiding Perhaps !!! blushing like a newly wed, peeping from clusters of cloud traveling! the dew drops too have vanished the grass looks dry and cold, few stars twinkle ,without a word, the night seems more chilled and I tremble! the serene breeze of seaside gets more violent and stronger, piercing the delicate skin the spine shakers and shivers. What a frozen night of glacial winds, the atmosphere turns icy wintry darkness rules the mind, the heart frosts in rimy coldness.