when strings like gossamer hold and entangle
in between the soul oscillates and dangles
to scot free from earth , to flee to astral
while getting the impeccable sprinkles of divine conjecture’
amidst the push and pull
with the force of centrifugal
churns the spirit
essence of evolution.
the ink has dried like my spring of feelings
parched over time and ages
season seems frigid
buds remain unbirthed
flowers seem withered
stagnant is nature
arid becomes heart
tongue becomes voiceless
agony is the new me
pain is the new name.
In chasms of time shall the world
try to find
searching in remaining ashes
in the burnt petals
Fragrance! that would pervade
beneath the buried treasures
those alphabets of emotion
gazes of selflessness
while sprinkling dust
on death of time…
Thousand wishes I laid on your path
The one with pricking thorns
Flowers weren’t for me
For I resonate fragrance of similar splendor
But crushed often
Ain’t life such
Forget the leisure
Treading difficult terrains
Is a trend in my nature
few steps and we cross
the gateway of earth
after the crisscross of clouds and few norms
we land on an altar
beneath , the world appears minute like a dewdrop
here ,we stride in cosmos
beside the planets in backdrop
can we hold and pick them up
place in orbits as we thought?
Life or destiny
can it be aligned and designed as
we presume and want?
amidst the rumbling chaos and storms
on the rock of life perpetual & strong
cut and chiselled a new form
carving emotions on heart and piercing
the veins …
pricking to be alive every moment
awaiting new shape
new sculpture of life to be formed…
I triumphed over the odds
Sometimes to slash the thorns
the blossoms on stretched meadows
caressed wounds while I galloped
as if flying on unicorn
A halt for a while , a shelter under a tree
gathering perspired breaths
rose the spirit to journey
Yeah ! it is the endless path
road to the ethereal resort
tents, huts , caravans
allure midway along
neither any fancies nor any whims
to stop the dreams
The soul glimpses and carries forth
A new endeavor to survive on!
Where land ends and meets the sky
dissolve the golden and earthy pastels nearby
to that horizon
O ! My love!
I wish to travel before I die
Where mingle our breaths
heart beats dance on same rhythm
to that universe ,
let us walk down
and create a new heaven.
where kisses the saffron ,
maiden earth in twilight of dusk so near
to that periphery of cosmos,
come ! Let’s glide and travel.
As I woke up to the beautiful message from WordPress to remind me of the blog’s 6th anniversary, I looked back and realized this had been a wonderful journey of evolution,whether it is writing poetry, life or anything,we eventually grow and evolve.
Thanks to WordPress which gave me this platform and connected me to few of wonderful people I had ever come across.The most important has been Shaheen Dhanji who has been a friend, co author, guide and inspiration all through out. Few friends like Vishal, Rachna , Rekha , Eric, Wendell,Jensy have been always encouraging.
I would like to take this opportunity and share few updates and captures of the recent developments . Although I rarely come on WordPress and the rate of posts have reduced, it always feels amazing to connect to the fellow bloggers. I always have the urge to come back and post my works here. WordPress has been like a family to me which encouraged me when I had just started the voyage .
The picture is captured while I got felicitated by the Chairman, Zilla Parishad , Vijayawada on occasion of International Multilingual Poetic Meet. The anthology already has found place in the Limca Book of World Records with more than 948 poems in 85 languages from across the world. My poems in four different languages are a part of this prestigious anthology.
What better way of celebrating the 6th bloganniversary than sharing this info here with the bloggerfriends,as this poetic journey had started from here .
Thanks for all the love and support.