The walk

The hanging branches of orchids which yearn to droop

And reach me

How enchanting they appear and soothing while their petals brush against my cheek

Isn’t the path where I step barefooted embrace my feet into its heart deep

While the nostalgic air brings sense of belonging to my traveling soul

Which remains awake for nights before it finally rests to sleep

Doesn’t the echoing bells of a temple nearby thud my core ,whence I vibrate with

my pulse dancing to the cosmic lore

will n’t I be teary eyed when overflows my core with emotions inexplicable and words get lost

in the forest where I travel

they like the new born leaves shy ,sometimes shiver as the dried aged ones do before they die

 

ASK THE EYES

 

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ask the eyes that saw the black nights

of hunger

the only shelter, broken thatched

torn rag

and a sole shrouded cover.

ask the eyes

which witnessed death

while bloomed the buds

in innocence

toiled hands at work

to earn and fill one’s

stomach

ask the eyes

those which wept in loneliness

fought against the storms unseen

every bent, a new challenge

on every road

when hope was killed.

ask the eyes

which fear love

perhaps they think,

it vanishes

like the fragrance

of jasmine in air…

submerge they

in plateau of solitude

alone and bereft…

ask the eyes

forbidden

forsaken abandoned,

neglected, ignored and abused

the grief of survival

in distress, sadness,

and despair,

failure ,devastation or

battles …

ask the eyes

who have ne’er got enough

of anything

what is your identity

what is your sect

what is your caste or creed

what’s the name of your faith?

what is comfort, luxury

what ‘s your goal next

what’s your favourite destination

which holiday you liked the best

the silent eyes

in disbelief

will utter

only truth

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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“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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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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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 !

LAW OF IMPERMANENCE

shook the canopy of firm beliefs
law of impermanence wins
I rush aside to pinch,
O! Thee !
 Is this the truth or
a  destiny fragile!!! 

what is perpetual,ceaseless
 besides the sun,moon and innumerable stars
rivers floweth, and clouds walk
over the destined path…

nature invariably incarnates
transforms and regains
tis only the human,
which neither forever remains
nor lives as in the body of flesh
without being stale…

the essence of creation,
the fragrance of flower
the blueness of heaven
the serene flow of river
the smile of a baby
the soul of a human
ne’er die
contrary to the law of impermanence
of the Universe!

then how shall , me and Thee !
leave indelible marks
tie ourselves with the ne’er opening knot…

Wait!

Tis ! the divine that binds us,
Tis the force cosmic that fastens us in
bonds of  ancient births
kindling the flame twin, in souls
enlightening the darkened eleventh door,
Tis the ethereal cosmos,
life obeys the law of the Absolute one
in every age by his norms!

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Tis’ your journey

tis your journey,
which you undertake
on the lonesome path
for miles before you rest…
afar lies the horizon,
prickly branches near
the sun will scorch your tender skin’
if you aren’t strong and
stand with valour…
lift thy spirits in dark nights
through dense jungles
scary beings of fear and death
shall haunt you
if you don’t have faith ever.
tis your journey,
O! young soul…
traverse on the path
till you touch the blue sky
and finally kiss the stars….

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Illuminate the darkened chamber!

Amidst the cacophony of worldly duties
loses one,
peace frantically…
paranoid gets the existence
with the disturbed surroundings…

How to remain tranquil
within the chaotic frame,
confused,
amidst the withered bloom of children
and tinkling sound of the pennies near
amongst the cold blooded souls of human race
lost and stranded ,stands the lonesome ,
with a sad wear!

deviate the eddy currents
Those which confuse and trample…
instill the seeds of faith and hope 
on the mowed earth
awaken thy sleeping form 
enkindling the wick of courage
illuminate the darkened chamber
to brighten the world forever.

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…