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.
I can’t let it die
The solitary poetic sigh
Which breathes in minute pauses
Betwixt the gaps of worldly duties and entangled chores
Neither let it suffocate in the fumes of intoxicating insecurities
Nor allow the pangs of survival and existence wipe the ethereal pastels
Those vernacular treasures fastened securely in caskets of thoughts
Transform as they rise and glow as embers in the sky to twinkle till ages eternal.
beneath that blueness does life smile
like the pretty lilies
does the rivulet sing
songs of love
can it dissolve the pain
of burning years
which path shall reach to this realm
where pure would be the air
and clear emotions,
Will thou lead me to other side
into such heaven ?
Thou as tall as the majestic Everest
thy length can never be measured in yards
thy width expandable as the vast azure
I lose my self in the blueness of thou ! Krishna
in thy depth is the ecstatic endless ocean
I immerse and submerge
in the sublime waves
to dive deep
and reach the zenith of bliss.
That path where thou left me
still awaits thy return
whence shall the golden moment arrive
like the aureate of the zephyr
I await thy steps
when thou retread
I walk on the same path
the ancient rhythm of my soul, how cautiously you move
infinite waves rise and fall, dancing on
crashing against the world
tis old traditions .. while weeps the soul in a nook
where art thou!
the blissful Raga
can I compose a melody just for you?
wet you with my verse
or soothe you with a lucid song
the serene music of nature
what makes the fall smiling
when deciduous trees wither
the serene music of nature
Tis the rhythm of my soul
that beats on a celestial composition.