Magical are those moments when we get overwhelmed by certain emotions, ones which are inexplicable. Certainly the ones which render our innermost thoughts on canvas of life in varied colours and forms.
Impermanence is the law of life and change is inevitable.
Sometimes this transition is just another change else it brings lot of mixed emotions stocked inside a jar which get released together. Like a burning incense where the fragrance gets diffused along with delicate fumes in all directions ,so are invisible emotions randomly scattering, within the atoms of the zephyr trying to find out their destination.
They travel collide, run, hide and seek the nucleus of this anxiety,or ecstatic movement. There is no kind of attachment or detachment defined while in this condition. One feels free ,like a free bird flying above the seven seas and the next minute one tends to feel like chained by societal norms and relations.The strings of duties entangle the perching feathers of the bird,pinion it to one pole ,while its claw tries to disentangle the sordid caged condition.It gazes at the vast expanse ,yearns to be embraced by the blueness and drops a tear often to be wiped by its own feathers. During the night , the vanishing stars carry its silent soul to another abode which seems real ,yet far from the reach of its own flight.
When bloomed the palash flowers
Brightening the blue skies of my world
They set the emotions on fire letting those buds
nipped off the branch and smearing the nostalgic ethereal dust
in plentiful measures
Scarlet or saffron ,the deep tinge evoked endless sensations
Which reverberate with the atoms of universe
in a seeking of finding its own abode
Whether at feet of the creator
Or lying unnoticed on ground till shrivels the petal with arrival of different season.
It has really been a long time since I interacted with all of you due to my busy schedule of parallel assignments and work. Yet the quill never stopped and the ink flows incessantly churning out the deep thoughts, embracing with love and weaving them in form of new verses everytime.
WordPress announced today that the’ Blog turns 5′. So its my blog’s anniversary ! This journey has been possible due to all the lovely blogger friends out here, who have stood with me since years.Each one of you have been equally important in my journey of blogging. This is my first blog and hence holds a special place in my heart.
Thanks to all of you – readers, bloggers and friends. Let me share a poem about birth on this occasion.
Who art thou?
The one who breathes in a cuddle of warm embrace
Tucking memories of every birth in tiny fingers
Whence thou arrive
from which land…?
From the soil of Beethoven or originated from the Rumi’s dervish dance
Had thou runneth beside the Ganga
or thou the leaf from the Bodhisatva
art thou the whiteness of Himalayas
or the pearl of a divine heart?
O! soul! Where art thou from?
While the soft lotus feet curl like petals
Will thou proclaim thy arrival?
O! Little one !
Welcome abode in the depths of our heart…
Thanks and best wishes
the pragmatic spirit
which failed to live as a free bird
pinioned to the ancillary pedestal with bondage,
a pit of darkened sphere
where like a dragon is a holocaust
in the feeble body,
a sunken heart,
fears swing of life
forgoing and abstract
stares at the time pendulum
under the lampshade orange ,
dawned a ray of wisdom
an assimilation of glitches
burns the scared pyre
illuminating the inner luminescence
what should I gift thee,
a token of love wrapped
a kiss shall vanish
in the zephyr,
a rose will lose its colour
lacy pack of chocolates
soon get savoured in hours,
an attire would wrap
but soon will the thread get unleashed
what should I gift thee…
which valuable jewel?
a diamond, gold, ruby or emerald
they lose charm
in glittering aura of thou…
The stones will fall apart…
what should I gift thee
A book, which
can be treasured for years…
..oh no, it shall be stacked in the shelf
dust will be its companion…
A perfume shall fizz out in days
every gift is mortal…
Unlike the soul of mine and thee
which remains immortal…
O ! then let me pluck few moments
from the cosmic air
bedeck them with flowers of love
scent with my songs of splendor…
tune in music with my chords
I would gift thee
ceaseless, priceless , immortal
Howsoever far soars the bird
It has to return to its nest in time…
Like a wandering nomad roams through
Yet tents in places at a specific time…
As a traveler,
the soul voyages on earth
before its assimilation with divine…
When the azure turns dark
and the leaves shrivel in autumn time
Or the flowers which bloom in spring
and seasons change
The moment of realization is predestined.
Wonder I of
the shallow words and churning of thoughts
satisfied with simple pleasures
ne’er touched by façade of life’s learning
miles away from the biggest ocean…
ne’er drenched or even wet
the wisdom drops, slip over the surface
oiled with comforts and petty measures…
one dimensional image of the trivial mind
remains submerged in trifling delectations…
Who knows thou! sings the baul
his fingers struck the single chord
the solo of duality , he hums
in remnants of the grief stricken
some old souls, few shattered and broken
Oh ! does it require to be a tatterdemalion
or a ramshackle old pier
to whisper the tunes of eternal weather
while plays the
impulse of seeking the invisible
or knowing Him through
the world visible…
The rampant hunger and
lingering thirst arrives wherefrom
in the arteries of singing legends
is it necessary to be in a deplorable condition
to call and cry for
the cosmic creator!
why forgets the mind of many
bask who in sun of pleasure…
its going to be dark soon
whence shall it find the light for right direction?