In the backyard of her mind’s garden Where grew thousand lilies On ransom were few flowers… may be some Desires unseen… Oh! She knew it wasn’t easy She struggled all through to barter her dreams Breathing some fresh air she stumbled intermittently While the rocky terrains kept throwing obstacles in between… Now,what next?She kept thinking “Do I win, or I lose am I on the right way or the wrong my soul away on an exile what’s the predicament I tried again, I tried my best... I will again until finally I’m put to sleep in the grave Thence shall the soul rest" Until the pen has inscribed thoughts Until the sky has been painted red Until the sea sings my lore Until the river takes my breath to it’s door until few daisies sprung on the soil of her garden Until the veins have drop of blood to shed…
When left “I”
‘the life’ in a split second
From the door of the body to heaven
Where did I get lost in between,
O ! lord !
Was ‘I’ a body with a life
Or a soul imprisoned in flesh of being?
Where was I ?
Who was I ?
Amidst the melee. I didn’t hear any sigh..
What was my name ?
What am I named?
Is it the same,
as I lose
when burns my effigy,the form of five elements created by thee
Where will I go and traverse?
is it the The cosmos
or The astral ?
what’s the journey ahead,O thee!
hold my finger and take !
wandered I on various lands
ov’r seas, ov’r bridges
strolled on sands and
walked through indefinite contours
every land donned
a new robe,
a new colour
of hope ,
converges to the same destination
Paths many , journeys different
all under the same azure
witness the sun and moon while playing hide and seek
from their co ordinates
innumerable ways to elevate and transcend
ceaseless is the travel
there’s lot to discover
get set go and
in different atmospheres
before it ends…
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 enraptured dance 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, O! thee! Will thou lead me to other side into such heaven ?
donning a mask,
like on stage , they believed
world is surely a theatre
and we the actors…
forget they while
running through script of the legend
the ink flowed out of incontinence
behind the curtain ,
exists the real
curtailing while shaking hands
endless follies,what true nature
hath a human displayed
weeps the soul under the canopy of body
in large measures
masks attractive, masks colourful
Halloween allows phantasmagorical faces
yet every day isn’t Halloween
forgets the human
switching masks umpteen.