“Tangles of Jealousy”


oh ! the tangles of jealousy,

where doth they drive one

into

the dark cave of hatred and false ecstasy…

how the heart like a chameleon turns

red ,sometimes bitter green…

Oh ! narrow minded alleys of such hearts

beware, thy happiness is momentary.. for

love in drops of divine

immaculate and selfless

is eternal and endless…

blossoms which on every perch is life

while moss forms on stagnant minds…

Try  ways

and acts

O! jealousy!

thy face will always be  decked

with superficial jewels

and a clear heart

will bejewel truth for serenity

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On that perch!


O! The singing herald

chirp on that perch

which awaits the sunshine

and seeks hope…

on the branch emerged few new leaves

tender  and fluorescent green…

no, it still isn’t that strong enough

to hold the nest of life,

yet it remains unbent and straight

in days of storm and strife…

Withering season marked the place

the ground beneath showed the fall

songs of different hues

echoed

when the sky again turned blue…

Thou! singing herald

sprinkle thy blissful voice

on that perch

anticipates which with diligence and patience

fighting odds of tenacity

with dedication and devotion.

 

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Thou! Jealousy!


Thou! Jealousy
as a veiled maiden deceits…

metamorphoses into various shapes
changeth appearances
lures
with exuberant names…

lest anyone finds
the hidden coquette
she overthrows him into the tragic well…

Discontented, ever desiring
innocence burns out in her lusty eyes
she hath destroyed the realms
of peace and love
playing the fiddle to her  tunes!

Beware! says the soul
here  comes, the enticing queen
do not be her slave
dooms she ,every life…thence,
open your eyes
remove the veil…

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The Veins of Aim!


flutters the winged ,

flaps them freely,

thou heart!

your zeal to fly high reverberates!

 

like the young butterfly

out from a cocoon,

excited is thou,

to mingle in the blue…

 

on flowers to dance,

in flowing stream to play,

beneath trees to rest

on paths to trail…

 

thou heart ! you leap and jump

to reach the zenith

in seconds to come!

go forth ! move ahead!

fill your zest in the

veins of your aim!

 

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AT THE FEET OF THINE !


I wish to be the tiny flower lies who,

at the feet of thine…

Instead of the jewel that shines in thy crown

O! immortal Krishna ! I sing your praise

in verses of mine!

 

The brilliant gem bedecks your aura

Outstands it every precious stone

O! but it cannot see thy face benevolent

even while decorating… in thy diadem…

 

I , the lonely flower, rest in thy feet

grace bestows my presence

When thy eyes look at me…

 

Thou universe that rotates around you thee!

I unaware of the method,

here! I sit and surrender at your feet

O! Krishna ! Raise me from

the chasms of time!

 

 

 

 

THE REAL POET


O! look ,there’s the real poet

who pulled out his heart

adorned it with

“the blows of ruthless love”

the mute feelings unearthed from gravels

slide as drops across the scar

creating a magical aura

in between the theme.

The silken imagery of fabulous scenes

diced with stupefying verses

dipped in the blood ink.

 

Oh! He rolled out his soul

on the streets and alleys

where once lived his wife to be

in the deserted palaces

and through the lanes of slum

wanders he , frantically.

 

 

Wondrously he conversed with the birds

Kissed the floating clouds

flowers danced to his tunes

in broad daylight , he fears

Under the starlit sky, he wanders

 

Alone he undertakes the journey

for miles in deep slumber

and in his solitude .

 

Look ! Oh! There’s the real poet

His soul dripping with blood and love

resented by the world

he now

is named lunatic

psychic he is referred to

on the path of destiny.

Music of the “Mighty King”


listen to the music melodious
the fluttering of leaves in shade of summer
the river gushing through rocky terrains
the chirping of birds on dawn
rains droplets falling in rhythm…

blissful tune of the nightingales
stormy winds and lashing waves
the cool serene touch of grass
flying above the cottonballs
standing mountains sheltering, the land afar…

Harps the wind on the twigs and trees
the melody of a song pristine…
enchanting as the flute of the lord
the harmonic composition
of the MIGHTY KING!

How far ,how long!


years end,

seasons change

time moves

moments chained…

beneath the surface

when can you see

the soft bosom of delicate care

days,nights,

months pass

life with challenges moves on…

yet you are blind to

my revealed …inner self …

how long, how far

shall I strive to carry on

when you still can’t see

my unselfish being!