The covetous gambler!

What do selfish wants and gruesome lies do to a human? The stature of a human being falls below any level and exhibits the egocentric character. For once, the person descends into the pit of suffocation, where conscience plays its role,hereafter.

The Monologue of a covetous gambler !

 

gossip I in the corridor of lies,

dwells where the queen

burning in envy bright…

the timid , quiet truth sits in a corner

watching the powerful blow

might of the false emperor…

sometimes withered , sometimes cornered

the creeper of truth can’t grasp

firmly the wall of belief,

falls it, hopelessly,

while dig I the roots

underneath the soil mature…

The world reckons ,my stature

I , covetous gambler.

 

Oh! what’s this!

why am I suffocating , what smoke is this

filling the corridor…?

Alas! Is it my own selfish endeavor

in burning the roots of verity

I char my own … fingers.

Painting!

PAINTING

On fingertips , smudged is colour of the
ethereal ,
rouging over a blank canvas
images of illusory candidness emerge…
gradual strokes, the tender touch makes
silky smoothed the texture
violets, scarlets,lavenders,carmines,
sapphires,turquoise brighten
the alluring render…
a song reverberates in the chamber
pounds where the heart in thunder,
miss I the enchanter
the painter of my existing splendor.

CHILD OF WORLD’S DESTINY

CHILD OF WORLD”S DESTINY

 

On streets forlorn
Walks the child, destitute
The infant of world’s destiny…

 In rags torn
hungry and homeless
roaming through lanes
for a morsel!

The rulers sit on a lavish throne
speak high volumes of chore
actions fail to achieve
war and blasts kill
the child of world’s destiny
lives as a requiem…

MUTE LOVE

MUTE LOVE

Perished the leaf
The fresh fluorescent green
That which crowned the royal twig …
Why did it die,
What happened ,asked the passer-by?

Lamented the tree
The orchid flower was her love
She adored the flower throughout her life
yesterday it accidentally got crushed
When a traveler plucked it
and crumpled …

The moment it saw the petals shriveling
The pain of the flower trembling
the little leaf couldn’t withstand
thereby died the next instant.

It was a mute love between the two
tied by bond of unusual love of dew
The drops those covered the orchid petals
slid down to the leaf
through the sepals.

As gift of love
it drank every bead
caressed the drops kissing her feet
breathing the perfume of her love,
The leaf respired every minute…

When the scent got buried in the soil of life
The green leaf too died …

Autumn Song

in the rustling of tender leaves

I discover a mellifluous tune

which basks in the glory

of the shining sun…

beneath the shelter of

the lovely mulberry…

 

my ears hear the playful melodies

the noise of crickets

and some frogs playing near,

yet in their croaking voice I find

the melody of the enchanting nature…

 

the gushing flow of the brook near

flock of canaries swing

with butterflies swirling over

I celebrate the autumn song

of precious earth

in tiny sounds

that I hear!

 

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Vaidehi- The woman!

Sanctified flames, she had to with stand

to etch a mark of her pureness

without an inch of flesh burnt

her soul  inflamed for ages…

Immaculate heart ,she could show none,

her innocence became her sin

to have a heart sinless  in the world of devils,

 

she shed a tear, her heart bled,

yet the impeccable serene smile gleamed

her being had impregnable faith

she will be purged from the muck therein.

born as a princess, wed to an epitome

she wandered with him through forests

struggling through every means

to remain his  devoted…

 

Was it an offense,

that she was silent

and resilient ,

that she faces the pyre of apotheosis!

 

 

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.

 

 

Story by a birdie!

Rested awhile against the sturdy trunk of the old banyan,

I closed my dreary eyes for a second to fall asleep,

A falling leaf from the branch above, woke me up,

Shockingly as I got up to look around and stood on my feet.

 

The little birdie on the highest branch laughed aloud

In her jubilant mischievous tone ,she sang

“Oh! Look how fears a man strong, in broad daylight

from a gush of wind,

a fallen leaf shocks his senses ,he who can shake the

whole tree!!!

“What use the power and the vigour,

that is afraid of minute things

The heart inside trembles and shivers

 on every instantaneous scene.”

 

 “I ,the little birdie ,sit here and say,

When my nest gets wrecked in every storm and rampage,

yet I build the straw house ..

with patience and smile…

what makes the powerful man

then sit like a loser and moan in pain

 …while he lost few pounds by chance…

And still has ahead the whole lifetime”.

 

When my tiny birdies,who are just hatched

 Sometimes slip and fall  from the nest

 their determination and courage makes them fly

to a safer place to be in peace….

 

“Why,Alas! The tired human sits like a loser under the tree

He has got strength, brain and power to

use and rebuild …

What for he cries and what for he screams,

He is his own creator,

He ,who can build his own destiny.”

 

WINGS OF CEASELESS LOVE !

Ya!

that’s what I seemed to love…

the fluttering wings of the flying wonders

brightly coloured, crafted exquisitely

yellow patches in auburn imagery,

a little imago loves to dance

when the lovely breeze

sways by chance!

 

Behold! gorgeous tiny

beings on earth

the wondrous butterflies

flying over…

 

Have you ev’r come across

their melodious  humming song

or heard the flickering pulsating beats ,

descant of their lost ardor

or frozen shreds on leaves along!

 

They too… long for the flame of amor

the intense passion ,

craving to encircle the kindled one

inspite of possessing the

magnificence to mesmerize

 yet they burn in the fire

of undying unrequited love…

NEW HORIZON,NEWER SKIES !

New horizon, newer skies,

 I dream to touch and fly high

With wings of my imagination

and shade of your pastels

in rhythm with nature

in symphony of  the ether…

on beats of the earth’s rotation

I aspire to scale Everest

in a passionate venture

like a bird mighty soaring heights

lofty, grand, avian

sublime and majestic in character.

 

MAY THIS NEW YEAR BRING PEACE,CONTENTMENT,JOY ,PROSPERITY & HAPPINESS TO ALL