CHILD OF WORLD”S DESTINY
On streets forlorn
Walks the child, destitute
The infant of world’s destiny…
In rags torn
hungry and homeless
roaming through lanes
for a morsel!
The rulers sit on a lavish throne
speak high volumes of chore
actions fail to achieve
war and blasts kill
the child of world’s destiny
lives as a requiem…
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 walk under the grey clouds for distances
to get a glimpse of the silver sky,
where the golden ray strikes and pierces through
on the dead patch of ground on earth
darkened since long!
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.
My thoughts in vacuum
I cannot form a cloud…
My thoughts become
When the muse vanishes
In a hazy cloud….
I try to create and recreate
yet fail everytime
the one in which you transformed
luminescent and transclucent
I search in folds of time…
pastels ,brush, a canvas,
I hold in hand
trying to sketch the gorgeous
the eyes of your glance…
In my verse ,I endeavour
to create the magic in air,
struggling hard through the vacuum
finding right shades for your hair…
dipped in earthy colours,
I evaluate and experiment,
finally a mystic tint
dyes the art piece in crimson pink.
originates a masterpiece
I am awestruck
Its you ,the muse,
Who’s portrait has emerged
with celestial beauty n angelic eyes,
manifests on the canvas ,the divine in delight!