DEATH

DEATH

I simmer in the boiling emotions of past
Oh! death ! it isn’t that easy
to sleep in thy arms,
before the world awakens
in duty is immersed my heart.
Would thou ever survive a second
in such life , craving for a glance…

Oh ! death! thou ignorant
of the mortal ways of earth…
how doth you know
the sordidness,
eyes when get wet with reminiscences …

Wrap me with the white linen
of thy warmth,
wait ,
let me furnish the assigned task
there are few minutes left
to be in thy arms!

My son!
Come here, adorn the casket
spread the lilies
Beware!
I fear roses
they prickle my skin…
quietly step near
I sleep in peace…
do not disturb…

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MONSTER !

I see a monster on every shoulder
Thou! named stress of responsibility
what needs one for survival
two square meals and a shelter to live?
why hath then the demon
crushed the flower of mental peace
gobbling up moments of happiness
 dancing on heads with
a satanic mischief.

Why carries the man then burden
can there ever be a limit to desire
luxury, comfort are monetary matters
tranquility can’t be gained by this measure…
wealth stands helpless in joy and satisfaction
whilst an affluent man is clenched too
by this monster.

How far would you carry the Goliath
smash this Lil’ devil off your shoulder
unburdening useless pressure
breathe freely in the enchanting nature
walk in joy with conciliation,
between the tussle of worry and placidness
the heart wins with self-confidence and valor.

ADIEU!

Who knoweth the serrated pangs

of the piercing of poisoned dart

Alas! it pierced and pierced.

That nostalgia of the suffocating breath

memories flash in  visuals

history held the pen in hand

 bleed the pages…

prior being written.

the shrill and softness of the yearn

the quivering voice ,lost in sunburn,

drips through the sides with sweat or raindrops

as the oozing blood from the bruised heart gets frozen…

Brush, I aside the reason,

why and what for,should such happen,

isn’t trust , the jewel of faith,

blind how can be then a soul of reason…

wounded which my existence by charring words

turning me to ash,

…ablaze my integrity and conscience…

I sunk in oblivion

Knoweth not the world

neither can e’er

wish I, the sun dawns

when the ephemeral second arrives

stand when we across…and the mirror shines

Till then thou ! and me shall remain away

from the clutches of time…

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Let her sleep!

LET HER SLEEP
Amidst the weeds and few roses,
lies silently,
the girl in white…
in deep sleep

Shh! Dnt talk here
she will wake up…
After long , the dreams
are here
so do not tread…
she is tired and fatique…

sings the lullaby
melodious wind
caressing the sleeping queen!

Sheds few drops , the clouds as tears
quenching her thirst since years
Let her rest …
Let her be in peace
Beside the coffin ,
The nightingale weeps!

 

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Melancholic drops!

shared I , the melancholic drops

fell which on the blossom of life

drenching my fabric

whence I treasure a casket

of those translucent gems for you.

 

not before long

they had rolled swiftly

away was the spring of love then,

missed thy ,my gorgeous raindrops

doused which as the early monsoon.

 

I realize ,how precious you

find them, glittering and shining

preserved , saved thus

like jewels

the drops melancholic…

 

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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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Which way you run!

O! FEEBLE HEART

Which way you run!
O ! feeble heart!
Where doth you seek and search for love,
in human ,
of the dead flesh
in the darkness of emotional cave
through forests of thoughts
in ruthless veins
or the minds that …slumber…
and indulge in selfcentredness…

what maketh you flee to
these strangers of the unknown play…
Hath you not known,
It’s a stage,
illusion is the world
identities fake…

Then how could you ne’er know,
The search for love,
is on a different path ahead, pulled where
You will be through
the sacred thread..

When comes the moment,
The dawn radiates…
rises the soul …
Thence on a journey, the eternal quest begins
Love sublimates…

It’s the Divine, where you doth find
the truth of affection and love …
in His Glory ,in His Name…

 

THY FINGER !

 

Will you lend me thy finger

to clasp

through the path of life

I ,the tender musing

in the desert sands …

grope and pine…

 

flew the golden particles

with the wind

I ,stuck in the desert,

search for the glow of

the night star…

 

With intense faith

I secure myself,

As I way through

The stifling storms

whilst the earth appears unchanged

within the mind ,turmoil plays havoc…

PETALS

 
Unfurled petals as they seem,
The curved lashes black and shining,
Who prevent the deluge
to the brim…
 
cupping up the falling drops of destiny…
with every cascade of the fall,
breaks the delusion and fallacy
to let the sublime stream flow
without inhibition…
 
thy petals ! herald
the advent of spring,
the fall and rains  behind lay stranded,
they embrace the fragrance
of the bouquet
brought with winds of the mist!
 
 

RETREAD TO NATIVE SOIL

When the auburn setting sun fainted

I dipped in the shades of reminiscences

flew the sprightly dancing birds

Migrating back to the home of their old ancestral…

Unlike the human who leaves

ne’er turns and looks back

The scent of the nostalgic dust

Of thy motherland

although when  fills the nostril

of the wetted eye…

How hath the colour changed  of the sky

I watch the clouds move

from the place where I once dwelt

to  newer horizon…

long  years  ripens the hair

white silver streak visible

yet awaits the native soil

re tread of the same feet

which has lost the path

under the blue firmament.