Gaped the tired restless eyes through eternity
piercing the silent whispers of the starry sky
hearing the conversation between the radiant moon and its love
throughout the emptiness,dwelt the heart in the ether of sky…
Reminiscences like fumes of incense
filled the air with scented memories
blooms of night jasmine smiled
at the solitude ,being alone and clear…
listening to the chords of inner voice
with the quiet atmosphere
resounded the night
directions of life to be taken…
Thence I find a path obscure
reaches which to the gorgeous moon in heaven
neither commonly traversed nor taken …
decides the mind, in accordance with the inner realm
The route of self-realization
real courage and valor,
to stand firm on every avenue
until the goal is achieved with perfection…
“me” the universe rotates around,
swirled “I” in the prism of creation
dissolves the outward character
like a particle of salt
I be a part ,now of the supreme ocean…
One drop ,is what I become of the
What for then”I” cried and wailed
When tis the drop ,what I become!
Rather promiscuous in the flowing waves
“I” the wanton , merge
in the flaps of that motion
carries which to the soul of bliss,
in form of a dancing dervish!!!
spins my legacy,
my originating designate
in atoms of the Supreme
I” assimilate ….
Where wander thy!
The lost prince of the unbloomed
deserted who my kingdom,to travel far
awaits the lotus within to blossom
with thy magic wand!
Whose call ,makes the universe rotate
Winds changeth directions
Fish forget to swim and sink in deep
When thy flute resonates.
Soul dances in ecstasy
mind loses its knowledge
Wisdom lights the wick in the mortal
devotion fragrances …
Whose name consecrates the simple beings
His Grace , makes one soar high without wings
Blissful is the momentous moment
When returns to my dwelling,thy majestic prince .
She fights her battle like a valiant warrior
sporting a new robe of courage
guarding off herself with a rapier
slashes the nonsense and babble…
shedding the dead old skin
yet unlike the rest
she dares forth determined
in her combat with the vagaries of social metaphor.
Her weapon is the most powerful,
,the five and half inch pen
killing millions with a single severe blow of words…
while reviving hundreds from the dead chores…
A new hope rises from the ashes of oblivion
A neoteric incarnation of a woman in the dominion of chauvinists…
spoke she with humility pulling the truth
that laid beneath the mattress
she shakes the conscience of the slumber,
to lift the losing values of human coherence…
Births a new age,
When a woman is armed with intelligence
fortified by mental strength
ready to shoulder the task in a nations’ progress.
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.
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
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
It’s the Divine, where you doth find
the truth of affection and love …
in His Glory ,in His Name…
I wish to be the tiny flower lies who,
at the feet of thine…
Instead of the jewel that shines in thy crown
O! immortal Krishna ! I sing your praise
in verses of mine!
The brilliant gem bedecks your aura
Outstands it every precious stone
O! but it cannot see thy face benevolent
even while decorating… in thy diadem…
I , the lonely flower, rest in thy feet
grace bestows my presence
When thy eyes look at me…
Thou universe that rotates around you thee!
I unaware of the method,
here! I sit and surrender at your feet
O! Krishna ! Raise me from
the chasms of time!
in the dark hours of midnight while the moon ducked and slept tight, the ruling stars twinkled and smiled “we are the sparkle tonight”… for hours they played they ran across in the vast sky stretched till long… without limits without inhibitions dressed in luminous white constellation shined they and sang together their own song…in cosmic rhythm. what a gorgeous night it turned to be the moon was hidden amidst lap of destiny… as the dawn neared the stars vanished bidding adieu to the world for a while.
silently the stream cuts through
the green land into two
runs the parting silken
adorned with the water crystal clear
tiny sparkling drops
glitter in the midst
thousand uncleaned feet
loved and kissed
thy splendour shines in
the golden light of love
like a silver ornament
which bedecks on a woman.