In continuous thoughts
The mind becomes an opaque screen
Imprisoned in the world of shapes, of forms
Else it’s engaged in the consciousness of
The unmanifested, the beyond
In walking with nature
My mind honours that rapturous realm
Absorbed to the brim
Leaving no space for its mental habit
A tranquil wave of freedom sweeps over me
Stillness echoes laughter of the winds
Silence screams ecstasy
To the grace of the mighty mountains
In a glorious burst of white
The sun-kissing peaks reflect expressive colours
The mind’s eye moves across
The compelling canvas
To suit its parameters of art and beauty
The walk with nature continues
In the immeasurable, infinite umbrella of blue
The upward gaze connects
With diverse philosophical strands
The silent core of the being
In penning these lines and
Bows its head to the elements
Earth, water, air, fire and space
Symbols of birth, re-birth, life, death
Nostalgia and joy
The soul in its metaphorical journey of love
Discovers its own eternity.
Mid this commemoration,
My soul revels
In these fervent goodbyes.
The stiff and the spiritless,
Scream my name.
They exult and glorify
Candid in it’s certainty,
And these sorrows,
Never to leave.
This servitude eternal,
Bound by duty and faith,
I find hope fading,
Devoured by these,
Harbingers of all
That is ordained,
Also conduct terrible fate.
For this bounding main
Imploring for diligence,
We are engulfed.
A tale which bleeds from the masses
To make the deaf hear,
Isn’t making the deaf heard but
Clotting their ears.
Louder voices raised and mass protests
Agonious and achy voices theirs,
Yes, harder it is to make
The pretended to awake.
Red, red, red are their shirts
No, no! It’s not Holi.
Houses are (tiger) corridors now
Yes! It’s judgement folly.
Hoarse whispering of colleagues,
No, no! Not colleagues (of office)
Entrenched demurrers on the streets,
They bleed to flow a tale without fatigue.
Darker his days amidst aristocrats,
Nature complies, state conspires,
“Renewed History”, he can’t comply.
Who says, “Night is darker”?
Dissenting is his birthright,
Nothing to fear, men!
Nature assured we have nothing
But to loose our chain.
Let’s ask a nude tree
How she feels in winter,
Leafless or lifeless she is?
We don’t care…
Having you is my desire,
needing you is to be honest.
Love those eyes with Which you admire,
I won’t even let you be modest.
I still remember… a dark cloudy evening
with wind playing as harbingers of our love.
While we stood kissed by each others souls.
Life just seemed to slow down it’s pace;
for it suddenly felt I lived everything that once seemed like a race.
The path was unseen,
the destination was unknown.
The feeling was of innocence
for I felt I was reborn.
He lay against the aging wall of a garret,
His fingers scrape across the canvas,
A charcoal stick uncrushed,
His brushes, drained of their ability to bleed
A plastic heart that could never beat to its own rhythm,
And an evanescent muse,
Whose worth was realized a little too late
Her mind wanders late at night,
Remembering the taste of everything she had in front of her sight.
Red, blue, black and green,
Were all the colours she would ever dream.
She was that drop most,
Which no one wants to disturb,
Stuble in nature yet fierce overall.
She would take all your darkness,
To show you the worth of light.
Life wasn’t easy,
But worth the fight.
She didn’t like flowers,
Yet adored the beauty with all of her heart.
And she stood so proud,
With all her flaws no doubt.
Because she had something to go for,
Maybe others didn’t see it,
But in her eyes it was worth all.
Cause no matter how long was the path,
She could fly nonstop
I asked the night, last night, where was I
The moon replied, in the high tide
The swelling mirror of waves
The unruly pulses
In the plebiscite of likes n not much likes
In the wait for morning stars to lead me out of me
Is it that I cannot be me
Or can’t be with me.
I asked the night, last night, where was I?
Don’t lose hope
On the life’s slope
God is there
To help and care
Every gloomy night
Brings dawn again
Drought will pass
Surely it’ll rain.
Defeats lead victory
Gay wins grief
Spring after autumn
This is LIFE, in brief
Futility of a clinging sun
On the breast of a shamed, helpless sky
The exquisite architecture
Of the Kedarnath Shrine
Tracing centuries of mythology
Warms to yellow
Yet we hear no echo that recalls rhythms of life
Shiva, the bestower of longevity
Trapped the descending Ganges in his hair
Absorbing her fall
Yet today, he thrust the Mandakini down from the
High trapeze of ruthless glaciers
Washing villages off the map
Dragging scarlet remains
Of annihilated beings
That belong to the river now.
Shiva played the conventional destroyer
Oblivious to the difference between
Beautiful and ugly
Between man and ghost
Between life and death
He watched the tandav of nature
As the debris at the temple threshold
Gathered heaps of bones, bodies and
Vestiges of life
Are these merely cultural delusions
For Shiva the supreme hermit?
A vertiginous night descends
Sad lights on the mountain scape
Rise out of blackened waters
The cadence of darkness is mine alone today
I sit to write the countless forgotten names
In my remembrance diary
Uncertain thoughts ask of the
Lone survivor – the shiv-linga*
Why is life so short
Why is death so long?
A lonely heart resides in an empty nest
A mother’s anguish cannot be expressed.
My little bird has grown wings
It is time to cut those apron strings.
Fly high to seek the heights of success
Surf the stormy waves, defeat those who try to oppress.
Dive into the endless ocean of knowledge
Work hard to seek it, to perfect it to have an edge.
Look not back – ride ahead, make your future bright
I shall be behind you to support you outright.
O’ the houseflies in my dine
Craving noodles like a vine
Licking through my milk-bowl line
Once you taste that’s no more mine.
That’s no fine!
O’ the mosquito in my bed
I’ve no All Out, no mosquito shed
Nothing such to lay you dead
But you got be malaria-fed!
That’s so dread!
O’ the cockroach in my bathroom
I never used Odonil or a broom
To get your honour face its doom
But you chased me out so soon
You get no boon.
O’ the wasp in my garden
Won’t spare you, you’re no burden
You’ve bitten me thrice in life
That stung like the butcher’s knife
Your buzz do not please my mind
For I know you’re hatred-bind
For which now, I’m no kind.
My inner beings by now abide
Embrace the power of insecticide
When the wind strikes the brim of the ocean,
As it blows on the unfathomed water,
Rises a vast wave in the deep yonder
Which, then turns into a vaster version.
As the wind grows gustier and wilder
Like bumptious sea demons roar the breaker
Rising higher into ether’s mansion
And turns into a wave of destruction.
In the petite ponds that calmly slumber
In the green moss covered rustic lagoons
Ripples are born even at plunge of slight stones.
In rings they traverse growing in number.
Yet as they move on they do not cause pains
And harm not anyone by any means.
The ripples wither in silent slumber.
Oh! they wane and ebb leaving no cumber.
Mortals, pretentious of pomp and pride
Who defy even those who stand by you
Beware, the mounting conceit within you
Will be shattered like a rock smashed vast tide.
Cravingly, I desire I were like you
Who abide in silence, while feeling blue,
Like ripples mutely born in ponds’ world
And dwindle in tranquility untold.
A celestial figure with flute on his lips
On bejeweled crown a peacock feather tip
A necklace priceless on a golden garb
The Lord blue black has a magnetic charm
Avatar of Vishnu the God Almighty
Preserver among the holy trinity
Descendant from heaven for emancipation of humanity
For conquest over sinner the evil sovereignty
Krsna beloved revered and immortal
An incarnate enigmatic as earthly mortal
A virgin birth in an ordinary home
The savior arrived to cleanse the Earth impure
Born of Devaki and Vasudeva
Fostered by Yashoda and Nanda
The little cherub as he is known
Full of pranks the vivacious makhan chor
Krisna the 8th avatar mighty demon slayer
Lord almighty with names galore
A charming lover of thousands of maidens
Paramour of Radha a love eternal
Architect of Mahabharat internecine
Epic battle between the might and right
The charioteer of Arjun warrior invincible
Master strategist a karmic preacher
Lord Krisna guide and savior
The blessed one an emancipator
Sro Radhe Gopal professor of love and kindness
The Lord Supreme all pervasive omnipotent
A divine preacher of truth universal
All encompassed in Epic named Gita
The song of the Lord unravels
Existential philosophy and intrigue that entangles
Preserver among the holy trinity
In believers sanctum he resides
A blessing for mind body and soul
A revelation of cosmic maze and sounds
Hare Krsna! Hare Krsna! The hymn to chant
The words that enchant and bless who rant
Fly, fly Butterfly
Up to the blue sky,
High, high I wonder high
When I see with naked eye,
From the moth you built by,
Came out with your wings fly.
Shine in the sunlight,
Fight like a brave knight,
The world is not as you like
So dare to face all the night.
Fly, fly Butterfly
Free your wings to go so high,
Fly, fly butterfly,
Say goodbye to ‘bitter’ guy.