Tireless eyes-


Tireless eyes–

watch the setting sun’s scarlet mask

a young morn, enfurling petals

The lonesome cacti in sordid desert

orchids blossoming as fragranced love in cold hearts of summer…

What if they become tired and close for few moments

Nay! The noisy chaotic shimmer of dutibound survival

shall enforce them to be wide open…

not long to reach their goal

The pair of epic witness

thus shall retire

Ne’er again …

the world would look beautiful

when those pretty eyes  close

the curtain forever…

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“THE PRICELESS GIFT”


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what should I gift thee,
a token of love wrapped
in silk
a kiss shall vanish
in the zephyr,
a rose will lose its colour
lacy pack of chocolates
soon get savoured in hours,
an attire would wrap
thou,
but soon will the thread get unleashed

…then
what should I gift thee…
which valuable jewel?
a diamond, gold, ruby or emerald
they lose charm
in glittering aura of thou…
The stones will fall apart…
then…
what should I gift thee
A book, which
can be treasured for years…
..oh no, it shall be stacked in the shelf
dust will be its companion…
A perfume shall fizz out in days
every gift is mortal…
Unlike the soul of mine and thee
which remains immortal…

O ! then let me pluck few moments
from the cosmic air
of universe,
bedeck them with flowers of love
scent with my songs of splendor…
tune in music with my chords
I would gift thee
this
ceaseless, priceless , immortal
treasure.

The Twinkle


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skips the pulse , one breath I lose

a moment of your thought

when my eyelids gaze the blue

searching for the brightest star

its twinkle reminds me of you…

amidst the constellation

a unique stellar assemble

come closer ! I whisper,

as I capture Thee

in the quiet lake of my iris

to bathe in amor

the lotus petals seal until

the aurora pierces

the dark firmament and falls on the bud

about to blossom.

Fettered Mind


 

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the fettered mind hell bent to break loose the cage

imprisoned since years , the thoughts unspoken

unnamed

could it ever see the light

wander free in the dark blue sky

can the wondrous cerebrations acquire

an immortal shape of imagination

and manifest in the atoms of life

as a splendid creation…

 

within the fortified walls

as die every inquisitive vision

thence strangles the birth of novel challenges

and revolutionary interventions..

 

open the gates, let the bird flutter and fly

provide the wings of courage

and atmosphere of freedom

then shall soar at greater heights

fettered mind, which possesses

 an invisible power .

The Last Breath


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The last breath and the heart sighed
Alas! Will my eyes close without a glimpse of the promise made,
through turbulence and storms,I have struggled…in an urge to sip a drop
of immortal
falling innumerable times,
often
stuck in between,
With zest I pulled over
off the dark plunging well of loss,
and continued to be strong…

yet today I lie
on the verge of death,
losing pulse,
faltering sense
awaiting the last call…
any minute ,
any instant…

Lips quiver, eyes sunk,
mind halts ,the beats stumble
a chilled touch
send shivers
Lo! I revive
what a miracle!
Sip, I
a drop of nectar …
in a glance of your crepuscle.

DEMISE


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In the catacomb

lies the book

undusted,flipping pages

across

folds of time…

in sepulcher

rest myriad thoughts

buried emotions

locked inside the heart’s vault’

in labyrinth , like a untangled mesh

they lived weltered

amidst the scallop of mess…

kabbalistic

the epitaph on the stone

reclines in slumber

the manuscript.

A SACRED DISPOSITION


Delicate flower

 

looked up, an old fragile flower
gazing at the wide azure
savvying for a drizzle
which perhaps
could
rejuvenate its trembling veins…
in an instant
vanishes, the evanescence
in the zephyr
“O! don’t take ages ..cries the
soul…
in more anguished pain…
suffocates the last breath
here , I strangulate .”

for long I had been
away from thy shelter
sneaking out of thine refuge
warping on false slumbers…
atrophied my stature
besotted I remained,
as the power of free will
diminishes ,
the mind emaciated…
Awhile the orphic shower cleanses
my deepest caverns…
let my petals secrete
at thy humble feet
the good , bad and evil
in a sacred disposition…