“Since eonian”

I stare without a gaze

emotions bereft

open strands

in pursue of the zigzag roads

my wings get plucked and ruffle

faraway a mountain attracts my heart

again…

births a new zeal

infused with endless enthusiasm…

like petals of rose, my words fragrance

will they live eternally between the nostalgic pages

as love echoing poetic passion…

would someone unravel the buried grave

one day,

will light dawn on the million verses

sleeping in peace for eonion

fluttering them to their destination

letting them free

to be epical scriptures.

The Twinkle

skips the pulse , one breath I lose

a moment of your thought

when my eyelids gaze the blue

searching for the brightest star

its twinkle reminds me of you…

amidst the constellation

a unique stellar assemble

come closer ! I whisper,

as I capture Thee

in the quiet lake of my iris

to bathe in amor

the lotus petals seal until

the aurora pierces

the dark firmament and falls on the bud

about to blossom.

Oxford Handset nay, am God’s clay !

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Oh! am  god’s clay

soft , tender, smooth

yet can be brittle and tough at times

nay, I ain’t hail

from the breed

of proud ,haughty misnomers

who sparsely realize a drop

of tear worth…

neither they hath seen the

gory of dead or

the dreaded hunger

yet epitomize

words ..larger than life

social and palpable

..they have mugged the

Oxford handset

decks which every word as treasure

alas! never could their heart get drench

in the tragic rain of worries under the

shrouded

rain coat of superficial fashion..

Here starts the “New Year”

Dear friends,

And here starts another year awaiting new horizons, new dreams and aspirations. So with a pinch of zest lets welcome this new dawn.

Wishing you all a very happy new year.

I climb onto the hill of patience

with a pinch of courage and determination

the gusty ,rowdy winds of destruction

in solitary nights

hell bent to break my twig of faith

amidst the air of depression

whence chokes my throat with

tears of emotion…

…Halt I , for seconds

gaze at the impossible structure,

beyond the colossal mountain wherein

lies the orchard  of my joy  and exhilaration.

with a stroke of red ,full of zest

on the canvas of azure

I walk persistently

unfailingly

unstoppingly

until I reach the

garden of my desires.

Light of Wisdom

O! Thee, my ignorant mind seeks the light
there’s darkness everywhere,
knowledge flourishes,
learned is man,
who is the learner,dies the inquisitiveness…

Speaks every mouth,
who doth listen,
forgets the vision, to observe
ears deafen …

O! Thee,
searches my ignorant mind
for the lustrous flower
whose fragrance shall wipe away
worries and ego of power…

Amidst the clouded thoughts and views
of the intellectuals,
I, stand alone
look for that light of wisdom
illumines and kindles
the lost conscience of every soul and enliven.

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DREAM

within the closed eyelids

lives a dream,tiny,small and glittering

whose shimmer shines like thousand stars

amidst the deep forest or even in dark….

 

like a perfumed rose, as a satin feel

the bud of dream ,lives to dream

as cluster of pearls precious

it gathers moments transitory.

 

like an evanescence of fragrant oils

which fill the senses with richness

the infinitesimal dream

diffuses in our breathe!

THE ROYAL BALL !

Embarking  on a scintillating cruise, I was stumbled to see the gigantic congregation,

a minuscule sense of fear dragged within, feeling lost on the sail so colouring,

Gradually I settled my concern and began to enjoy the jubilation…

 

Adorning myself with a shimmering turquoise gown, I entered the banquet dinner,

thousands of unknown faces were busy with each other,

glasses tingling in their hands,some with clutched designer purses to flatter!

 

As the music flowed and reverberated the hall amidst the silent sea,

several feet started moving on its beat together and more closely,

the band played beautiful enchanting notes,never heard by me!

 

 

I clasped a glass more tightly as I felt like a stranger in the sea of crowd,

A voice gentle and heavy I heard from behind,” Can I dance with you,my lady,for a while”?

I turned around to see the gazing eyes deep and blue, awaiting for my nod! 

 

 

Nothing stopped me from saying no, irresistibly the atmosphere went slow,

As he held my hand and we twirled and danced, on the wooden floor,

lightly and gently he moved along with me and my steps,following him I felt like a princess!

 

 

Minutes passed ,hour was nearing,as were our breath intermingling,

there was a pause as the lights were put off,the clock struck midnight ,

and a loud shout came from all!

Happy new year to everyone here”

enjoy the time throughout the  year”…

 

 

I found myself standing with the my glass,half emptied,half full to the sides of the throng!

A voice again I heard from behind,”Ma’am ,do you want more of the sweet wine”,

I got shocked as I thought,was it a dream…

or was that a real ball! 

 

 

 

 

 

A PLACE OF POWER-MIND

Eyes go weary and the looks look void,

For every glance the vision doesn’t define,

there is nothing  that isn’t around,

the gentle atmosphere is reverberating with poignant sound…

 

Imaginations conjure drawing lines of thought,

what is envisaged is of  a different form,

in darkness,whether in light,

shining luminously the picture conceived so bright!

 

A mind of several thousand thoughts,

Is capable of  ideating ideas,

out of aught,

in the air,

in vacuum …

It can perceive…

The very own created fanciful dream.

 

Such  power a  human mind has

to produce certain illusions and work on that…

vibrations of several frequencies travel,

to constitute and establish the

imagery clear!

 

 

THE CHARISMA

The magnetism of your charisma,

attracted my life force,

beholding a wish in the eyes,

I stargazed …

 

 

Undefiled thoughts rained,

drenching me for a while,

intoxicating  fragrances of dreams,

I emitted…

 

 

Splendour feelings shined,

as drops of precious gems,

sparkling stars all over me,

I bedecked…

 

 

Plunged and engrossed in the illusion,

Doused were the emotions,

dehydrated I became…

As I woke up…

AWAITING THE SEASON

 

 

Hopping and running between the bushes,

getting lost in the dense woods,

searching and hiding from your glance,

tiptoeing near the silent brook…

 

 

 

 

Quietly you always followed,

before I could  think and dream,

catching hold of my arms,

beneath the lovely flowers  fall…

 

 

 

 

As if showering me the love,

gorgeous and silken everywhere,

lying on the bed of petals ,

colours sprinkled   in the air…

 

 

 

The lonely tree still awaits,

every season  to shower again,

missing the presence of the smile,

It gets wet in the monsoon rain…