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.
And numb …under the orchid
I had awaited your steps since dawn
here you return …when the sun is about to set
When forgotten are promises
Lost are desires ,buried under the soil
The urge has vanished
and I motionless & still
stare at you…
The sun sets with a dab of crimson. It was all scarlet like my blood.
In the narrow alleys then
fragrance roses in abundance
The light smell of musk incense filled the air
I frantically moved from lane to lane
in search of you
While the lamps illumined darker corners and stars gazed
music echoed and heart danced
forgetting self in search for your presence
seeking the path to blissful pleasure…
lost in crowd , joyous and mute
another moment tears overflowed
and washed every glance
Nothing could be seen and known
It was a trance … a gnosis of love showering
onto every step , I fell
a hand came to save
I move around and still search for you
Alleys of Ajmer
Dust of you
I breathe your presence
O ! Murshid ! I miss you !
The hanging branches of orchids which yearn to droop
And reach me
How enchanting they appear and soothing while their petals brush against my cheek
Isn’t the path where I step barefooted embrace my feet into its heart deep
While the nostalgic air brings sense of belonging to my traveling soul
Which remains awake for nights before it finally rests to sleep
Doesn’t the echoing bells of a temple nearby thud my core ,whence I vibrate with
my pulse dancing to the cosmic lore
will n’t I be teary eyed when overflows my core with emotions inexplicable and words get lost
in the forest where I travel
they like the new born leaves shy ,sometimes shiver as the dried aged ones do before they die
the unsung lyrics of thou and me
reside in the involute spirals of life
sometimes being blown by winds of time
often displayed as colours of a tiny butterfly
Oh ! that tiny shell knew the lore
heard it while lying offshore
tis a fable of thou and me
sung by nature silently
beyond the perishable limits of life
crossing the impermanence line
yeah! it dwells like fragrance in flowers
as luminous radiance of moon for hours
in the dancing waves of the pragmatic ocean
in the notes of reed made with blades of scattered plants
growing far in forests or like the sanddunes of a desert…
Hear the melody
we blend as music and words
in moments of ecstasy.
The Rainy season- A random musing
Like the beautiful flowers of palash, popularly known as fire of the forest, I was burning . The inner turbulence like the upheaval of tides made me rise and fall against the heavy rocks of life.
Had the shore been sandy ,I wished to have laid myself on the shore surrendering to the splashing waves of a sea,but nonetheless,it was n’t such.It was rocky.
Life isn’t what we dream and wish for! We have to create a path to realize this dream and then walk on it ,many a times getting pierced by innumberable thorns .
The fragrance which disseminates in the atmosphere is usually of the wild flowers growing on open meadows and hillsides, those which bring freshness in life and also in the monotonous mundaneness. Pruned, I loved watching birds flying in the sky, they seemed to be so happy, free and delighted ,marching towards their goal . Their wings unfettered and whistling to their favourite tunes they sang whenever they wished .
A sense of freedom filled the heart and I wished I could fly thus like the wading birds.
The riot of colours in the evening sky brought more nostalgia as I walked towards the mound on the top of the mountain. This rainy season, nothing had changed.