shook the canopy of firm beliefs law of impermanence wins I rush aside to pinch, O! Thee ! Is this the truth or a destiny fragile!!! what is perpetual,ceaseless besides the sun,moon and innumerable stars rivers floweth, and clouds walk over the destined path… nature invariably incarnates transforms and regains tis only the human, which… Read More LAW OF IMPERMANENCE
Plough thy field , O! restless mind, barren is thy land make it fertile… rake up the soil undug the earth freshen thy surface for the sow… spread the seeds of the enchanting name Whose utterance will lift your veil O! ignorant mind, cultivate thy land let the virtuous arrive till then thy senses, recite… Read More Plough thy field!
I often came across a face, which wore a masquerade circadian bright flashy,sometimes grey when eyes flashed as pretense. while it stepped out dodging the world The ruse, it played became deceptive aid. Changing masks, a regular charade simulation of hidden guile What a guise, the face plates? Façade of false expressions Pose of honest… Read More The masquerade
An epitome of grace, as figurine in tribhanga The ultimate superfluous aura radiates in the dancing statuette … on beats pulsating,reverberate which the atoms of air she steps on earth,kissing the soil of her motherland with hands folded in a lotus shape, her fingers offer the love of her heart, she, the classic danseuse of … Read More Danseuse of Konark!
“me” the universe rotates around, swirled “I” in the prism of creation dissolves the outward character like a particle of salt I be a part ,now of the supreme ocean… One drop ,is what I become of the gigantic waters… What for then”I” cried and wailed When tis the drop ,what I become! Rather promiscuous… Read More “I”
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… Read More AT THE FEET OF THINE !
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. … Read More THE REAL POET