O’ Raga !


O! Raga

the ancient rhythm of my soul, how cautiously you move

infinite waves rise and fall, dancing on

heartfelt tunes

crashing against the world

tis old traditions .. while weeps the soul in a nook

where art thou!

the blissful Raga

can I compose a melody just for you?

in monsoons

wet you with my verse

or soothe you with a lucid song

in summers?

the serene music of nature

what makes the fall smiling

when deciduous trees wither

the serene music of nature

Tis the rhythm of my soul

O Raga!

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“Elan”


rumblings few
cannot deter the elan
the zeal borne out of enthusiasm
and charm
betwixt the intervals by trepid  interruptions
wins the way , Thou! solitary heart…

Thou, hath seen enough storms
tornadoes
that wreck and leave torn
yet thy ship has sailed through
turbulence , with faith and courage ,
in every voyage…

when piercing words like darts
poisoned
and bled the
innocent heart
Thou! solitary heart
like a calm breeze
soothed
the bruises of thyself
with divine charm

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Life’s envoi


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sultry days, sleepless nights,
sweats the mind in deep agony,
in midst of a dream, I awake to the noise,
that rattles the river flowing serene.
haphazardly, drawn lines ,
like thoughts scribbling inside,
confounds the resting soul
in restlessness, herein I pine.
the burning gulmohar resplendent
high on the branch,
beneath craves a hand,
to touch the fiery petal, afar.on blank pages, moves the hand,
trying to touch and figure
the unwritten notes of a
heart
invisible in life’s envoi !

THE GOLDEN FISH


When the running brook sang

lilting tunes of magic

the air danced on beats rhythmic…

 

sprung ,up & down,

forth in the stream,

the golden fish in ecstasy…

 

she glided,she swimmed

wading through waters

midst the valleys and hills…

 

around the rocks

ov’r the stones…

on reverberating notes…

 

whilst in the exhilarating journey

the golden fish of a simple species

lived her life in a  true spirit.

 

 

Passion of blogging


What makes me think about you,

in the midst of a lazy noon,

when I am having a power nap,

to have energy for my evening errand…

Closed eyes,thoughts flowing,

Even in my dreams you are ruling,

What makes you so close to me,

when you have never met me…

Depth of words connecting us,

or the voice that trembles,

feelings strong of compassion,

what instigates  this passion?

know not where you belong,

which part of  world are  you from?

still the heart cares for you,

misses the warmth ,

when you vanish in the  blue !

Whatever it is ,

between you and me

I enjoy the feeling of

such propensity…

waiting impatiently

to hear from you,

Is the  passion ,

I discovered new…