ADIEU!


Who knoweth the serrated pangs

of the piercing of poisoned dart

Alas! it pierced and pierced.

That nostalgia of the suffocating breath

memories flash in  visuals

history held the pen in hand

 bleed the pages…

prior being written.

the shrill and softness of the yearn

the quivering voice ,lost in sunburn,

drips through the sides with sweat or raindrops

as the oozing blood from the bruised heart gets frozen…

Brush, I aside the reason,

why and what for,should such happen,

isn’t trust , the jewel of faith,

blind how can be then a soul of reason…

wounded which my existence by charring words

turning me to ash,

…ablaze my integrity and conscience…

I sunk in oblivion

Knoweth not the world

neither can e’er

wish I, the sun dawns

when the ephemeral second arrives

stand when we across…and the mirror shines

Till then thou ! and me shall remain away

from the clutches of time…

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Timeless !


like the countless stars of a night sky
as the endless tides of the ocean nearby
like the fragrance of flower ,felt and unseen…
the river which endlessly flows …throughout
summer, winter or spring,
as the ceaseless pulsating beats of a heart
under the constant blueness of sky
on  greenery of the land
dwells the eternal , inimitable
treasured thought…
in depths of soul, immortal
lives the love timeless… like God!
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O! Krishna!


The bejeweled trinket clinks,
tinkle ,few silver bangles,
she halts as the melody from  flute
mingles in the air…
in a soft tone she chants,
“O! Krishna,where did you vanish,
your flute troubles me
and plays pranks…
I search you
and find none…
where hath thou gone, O! Gracious one,
the sun sets in Brindavan…
awaits the doe eyed, ethereal maiden,
craves the soul ,in agony of despair and separation…
thy left the reed in pastures… of Gokul
thy mates miss thine play
with their companion…
the fresh froth of the churning cream
yearns for the immaculate touch of the tender fingers,
from the milk of the divine cows under azure
who pine for their shepherd …
O! pastoral of the beings
we seek your presence
come hither with the blowing breeze
beside the pond , I look for your being…
under the Kadamba tree, which showers the
blossoms of love
here, restless and impatient ,
sits the soulmate…
the Shakti of thou! Shiv…
 
 
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“I”


“me” the universe rotates around,
swirled “I” in the prism of creation
dissolves the outward character
like a particle of salt
I be a part ,now of the supreme ocean…
One drop ,is what I become of the
gigantic waters…
What for then”I” cried and wailed
When tis the drop ,what I become!

Rather promiscuous in the flowing waves
“I” the wanton , merge
in the flaps of that motion
carries which to the soul of bliss,
in form of a dancing dervish!!!

spins my legacy,
my originating designate
in atoms of the Supreme

I” assimilate ….

 

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Thy! Majesty!


Where wander thy!
The lost prince   of the unbloomed
heart,
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 .

Music of the “Mighty King”


listen to the music melodious
the fluttering of leaves in shade of summer
the river gushing through rocky terrains
the chirping of birds on dawn
rains droplets falling in rhythm…

blissful tune of the nightingales
stormy winds and lashing waves
the cool serene touch of grass
flying above the cottonballs
standing mountains sheltering, the land afar…

Harps the wind on the twigs and trees
the melody of a song pristine…
enchanting as the flute of the lord
the harmonic composition
of the MIGHTY KING!

THE GARDENER


Lie down , on the soft green grass.
The silken carpet is spread for you
for you to rest
on the cosy emerald
 with ease and  comfort …
The gardener tonight watered the weeds
Lo! It transformed into a satin sheet..,
How much he cares ,
Do you realize…
He snipped off the rough edges
while you sleep…
 
Open your eyes ,
absorb the beauty..
The vast sky spreads its arms with care…
 
The gardener awaits …
till you wake up…
a thousand flowers  embrace your season…
with ravishing dew drops
will the jewels shine…
 your soul and heart  forgets
There is a gardener to water,
The Garden of your life!