shook the canopy of firm beliefs
law of impermanence wins
I rush aside to pinch,
O! Thee !
Is this the truth or
a destiny fragile!!!
what is perpetual,ceaseless
besides the sun,moon and innumerable stars
rivers floweth, and clouds walk
over the destined path…
nature invariably incarnates
transforms and regains
tis only the human,
which neither forever remains
nor lives as in the body of flesh
without being stale…
the essence of creation,
the fragrance of flower
the blueness of heaven
the serene flow of river
the smile of a baby
the soul of a human
contrary to the law of impermanence
of the Universe!
then how shall , me and Thee !
leave indelible marks
tie ourselves with the ne’er opening knot…
Tis ! the divine that binds us,
Tis the force cosmic that fastens us in
bonds of ancient births
kindling the flame twin, in souls
enlightening the darkened eleventh door,
Tis the ethereal cosmos,
life obeys the law of the Absolute one
in every age by his norms!
the rein of my five senses ,
is in your hands,
steer the chariot
to march across the storm
… flung open are the ten doors
guide through which way
I let my soul escape!
Gaped the tired restless eyes through eternity
piercing the silent whispers of the starry sky
hearing the conversation between the radiant moon and its love
throughout the emptiness,dwelt the heart in the ether of sky…
Reminiscences like fumes of incense
filled the air with scented memories
blooms of night jasmine smiled
at the solitude ,being alone and clear…
listening to the chords of inner voice
with the quiet atmosphere
resounded the night
directions of life to be taken…
Thence I find a path obscure
reaches which to the gorgeous moon in heaven
neither commonly traversed nor taken …
decides the mind, in accordance with the inner realm
The route of self-realization
real courage and valor,
to stand firm on every avenue
until the goal is achieved with perfection…
“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
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 ….
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 .
She fights her battle like a valiant warrior
sporting a new robe of courage .
guarding off herself with a rapier glazed
slashes the nonsense and babble
shedding the dead old skin .
yet unlike the rest, she dares forth
in her combat with the vagaries
of social metaphor.
Her weapon is the most powerful,
,the five and half inch pen
killing millions with a single severe blow
reviving hundreds from the dead chores…
A new hope rises from the ashes of oblivion
A neoteric incarnation of a woman
in the dominion of chauvinists…
spoke she with humility
pulling the truth that laid beneath the mattress
she shakes the conscience of the slumber,
to lift the losing values of human coherence…
Births a new age,
When a woman is
armed with intelligence
fortified by mental strength
ready to shoulder the task
in a nations’ progress.