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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Rooted!

alive remain we, until grounded,

in depths of soil, as we are rooted.

a moment takes to uproot the base,

dry the leaves of existence, life devastates.

 

 

The silvery streak !

through the broken pane of thy window,
peeps the silvery streak
glows thine radiance in luminous waves
why doth it then steal
the charm of thy cheeks,
knoweth it not,
thou art mine,
mingles it in thy silken locks,
rusheth out quickly,
hiding behind the grey peaks …

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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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Herald

Faraway in the coppice
echoes the shrill of a cuckoo
she who sings for her beloved
in melancholic blues…
The ripe blossoms of mango trees
disperses through the grove
Crossing the hill, nearby
reaches the hamlet offshore.

Halt!
Awaits who in the courtyard
The lonely lass
for the pulse of her heart alike the cuckoo,
she too remains hidden and lost…

Asks then the herald
to falling heaven
in joy , whence will the air gladden?
athirst soul, sings for love’s arrival
in wish of a unfulfilled quenching desire…

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THE UNPOLISHED PIECE

Of precious gems and stones sparkling
Lay a rough unpolished piece
Amidst the glitters of the world
It existed silently.
 
Whilst in the dust,others shone
Some red,rubies,some green emeralds,
Sapphires too dazzled on the ground
In the uneven and unclean world.
 
The blunt rough stone
 with piercing corners
And pointed edges
None knew it was the toughest amongst all
Lying mutely even in situations hazard..
 
Everyone who glanced upon the same
Would turn around and look for a name
It instead observed every step
That they traced and left unkempt…
 
Having seen the world and earth so crude
It thought of paving a new way profound
Walked it on the untrodden path
Amidst the chaos and unseen wars
Abrasive steps shone its skin
Erosion cleared the rubble within
With umpteen sharp bends it dazzled and shined
Being polished naturally
By winds of time…
And now it stood like a gem in the crown
Glittering more than the real ones around
Who were born as the precious stones
This  was borne to be the peerless one.

Glimpses from the event !

Hi everyone,

So finally the book “Suroor of the Soul ” got launched in India and dispersed the fragrance of the divine love everywhere .A wonderful event and an equally exciting one, I would like to share few pictures of the occasion .

Hope you enjoyed the few glimpses of the wonderful event!

THE ARCHANGEL OF LIFE

Priceless than the costliest jewelthose which lie in the ravels of earth

or in the deep waters of ocean,

in the colours of the dancing peacock

spreads who his magnificence

within the deep jungles…

under the grey clouds striking a featured contrast…

precious than the million beauties of the universe,

excelling the comparisons of human deity

chiselled  by His  hands and tools of perfection,

glorified by His grace …

is the stature and charisma of the seraph..

the Archangel of life

who holds me high in the sky

winging me through the dense fog

with her wings of belief and love…

taking me to new unreachable destinations.

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INTOXICATION!

In thy closed lips  I found a mute language of unspoken tale,
mystical like a woven filigree embedded inside the heart's frame...
the threads of intrinsic silken threads now weave us together
beyond the cycle of time ,we exist as wanderers.

what sees the eye,what catches the vision,
rarest of rare escape the provision,
the pristine wavelength of the divine bestowed on us
 through matters of time...

like a sip of wine intoxicating 
the dip of amor soaks with inebriation
but the richest in all divine love
uplifts the souls in uttermost devotion...