if you were not there
am unable to hate and sink in love
congeal before loving
my rainbow like existence is gifted only by you
you only create the space for pride and pain
how much throe -- how many times ,
may be experiencing like the drop of rain
o solitude !!!
setting at ease in between violet and red,, how?
blending the dawn and dusk ..how ?
if were not there---
traveling deep into me and spreading like veins
sprout the foliage of hopes
which thorn is piercing .. as which flower is plucked
the red fragrance oozing on finger tips
a new prophet holding the new torch
the scent deserting the flower
you.. only you --you will preserve
the fragrance as abstract fossil in the layers of soul
if you were not there
who will give the colourful wings to the sleep of pupa?
o solitude !!
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 1:08 PM UTC
KNOW NOT
WHY? AND HOW?
I AM ON THIS PATH
THIS PATH WAS MEASURED
BY THE FOOT-STEPS OF THEM,
WHO DARED TO TRAVEL,
BEFORE THE TABOO WAS BORN..
HIDDEN IN ITS BREATH
THE PAIN AND PASSION OF DREAM,
THE DREAM THAT DARED TO EXIST,
IN THE EYES OF FIRST MAID..
MY LORD -- MY LOVE-- MY TEACHER
YOU ARE SO KIND
BUT I AM LEARNING
TO LOVE THE LOVING,
WAITING FOR THE HAND,
THAT HAND WITH A TORCH
THAT LEADS ME TO DESTINY--
OH ! MY LORD!
KEEP YOUR PALM ON MY SHOULDER.
OH ! MY LOVE!
PLANT YOUR TEAR IN MY EYE.
OH ! MY TEACHER!
MAKE ME A TIMELY LEARNER.
WISH TO ROLL THE PATH
----- BEFORE DAWN!
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 11:41 AM UTC
IT IS NOT SO EASY
TO COLLECT THE WOUNDED DREAMS
TO MAKE A GARLAND
AS YOU RELEASED THE BOW
THE BIRDS MEASURING THE SPACE
MEMORIES WOUNDING THE HEART
-------AN AFFLICTION.......
AS YOU FLUNG THE NET
THE STARS SWIMMING IN DEEP SKY
DREAMS QUIVERING IN THE POND OF SLEEP
-----AN EXHAUSTION......
IT IS NOT SO EASY
TO COLLECT THE WOUNDED DREAMS
TO MAKE A GARLAND
IN THE FRAGRANT CORONA I LOOSE MYSELF!
THE FOOLISH MOTH FLUTTER AROUND THE FLAME!
IT IS NOT EASY TO COLLECT THE WOUNDED DREAMS!
WHILE GATHERING I MAY VANISH---
VANISH LIKE A REAL DREAM!
THE LAST LEAF-- THE LAST BEAT-- THE LAST DREAM--
AT LEAST A MOMENT, you, FLOW LIKE A SPRING
INTO THE DAWN OF MY LIFE!
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 10:09 AM UTC
I AND YOU
ON THE TIP OF THE LEAF SWINGING AS THE DEW DROP
AS THE SUN-BEAM TO FILL ME WITH THE SPECTRUM OF LIFE
WONDERFUL DREAMS---
A COUPLET OF SALMONS WAVING FINS
WITH ALL THE VIGOUR OF PASSION SWIMMING UPSTREAM
A PAIR OF DOVES PIERCING THE WINDS
PASSING THROUGH THE PUFFY CLOUDS OF DESIRE
GREY REALITIES---
I AM BEING FORCED TO BE THE ISOLATION
IN THE AQUARIUM OF YOUR DRAWING ROOM
I AM BEING FORCED TO BE THE TIMIDITY
IN THE CAGE HANGING TO YOUR BALCONY
A TRANSPARENT WALL IN BETWEEN YOU AND ME!
ARE OUR DREAMS-- ONLY TO DREAM IN HALLUCINATION?
ARE OUR REALITIES-- ONLY TO PAVE OUR IMAGINATION?
YOU TOO ARE THE VICTIM--
A VICTIM CONFINED IN THE MASK OF "THE HUSBAND"
A LOOSER OF HUMANE PARTNER IN THE ETHOS OF "MANHOOD"
HOW TO BREATH THE FREEDOM-?-
IF DREAMS ARE NOT RESPECTED!
RESPECT OUR DREAMS---
RESPECT MY WOMANHOOD--- I DO RESPECT YOU MY MAN !!!
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 9:51 AM UTC
lend me your hearts
bless this cross quickly
i am not able to carry me- myself!
let the nails be pierced deep
let me be wet with warm blood of love
crucify our love on me.
let the log be glorified
with the morale of love.
love is the phoenix
resurrection is the nature's law
oh! system! thy name is impatience!
oh! impatience! thy name is suppression!
jealousy and anger is evident in every episode!
surrendered are the grieving obedience
violated are the burning desperation
our union is the revolting fiction
today's failure will be the tomorrow's epic
let me be glorified with crucifixion
let the sympathetic agonies be swallowed
these passionate emotions are
the bread and wine
to the gospels of tradition!
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 8:54 AM UTC
THE FOREST THAT BLOOMS IN YOUR MYSTIC LAP
SEEKING THE ROOT OF RAIN-DROP,,
THAT ROLLS FROM THE DEEP BLUE FORE-HEAD.
MY LOVE!
YOU, THE DROP THAT SURROUNDS THE BLOOM
MY LORD!
YOU, THE BLOOM THAT SWALLOWS THE DROP
OH MY LORD! BLESS ME TO BE A REFERENCE
OH MY LOVE! KINDLE ME TO BE A REVERENCE
IN THIS ETERNAL SEARCH FOR YOUR BLESSED UNISON
SWEET WOUNDS ARE CHISELED ON THIS BAMBOO SOUL
WHEN YOU ARE THERE AS CONSOLING CURE
CAN NOT I HUG THE OOZING PAIN ?
CAN NOT I **** OUT SORROWS?
YOUR LIPS MADE ME A FLUTE
MY MAD BREATH HAS BECOME A TUNE
I FLOW LIKE AN ANCIENT LONGING
IN YOUR FRAGRANT OCEAN I AM MERGING
LIKE A FLOWER FLOATING IN YOUR HEART
OH MY LORD
LET MY LIFE KISS THE JINGLE OF YOUR ANKLET
IN THIS ANCIENT BALLAD
WORD IS NOT ONLY A WORD--- BUT ALSO A GREEN DREAM
SPORT IS NOT ONLY A SPORT-- BUT ALSO A CONCEIVING HUE
OH MY LOVE!
BE GRACIOUS LIKE A WARM SONG IN MY VEINS
LET ME SURROUND YOU LIKE A RAINDROP
LET ME ROUND YOU LIKE A CREEPER
LET ME SING YOU LIKE A FLUTE
OH MY LORD! OH MY LOVE!
DON"T HESITATE TO BLESS ME
--- A WOUND ------- A CURE
OH MY LOVE! BE MY EXPERIENCE!
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC
BROOK IS LIKE THE SMOKE FROM INCENSESTICK
YOU ARE LIKE AN ABSTRACT SOFT CURVE
I AM,
LIKE A RIPPLE, TO TRANSMIT THE TIDAL SURGE.
CANVAS AND BRUSHES EVER HANG TO THE EASEL OF LIFE.
* * ************* * *
IN THE PENANCE-- I AM....
COMPOSING THE COLORFUL TUNES
SPREADING THE FRAGRANT EMOTIONS
CARRYING THE SPARK OF FIRE ON THE HEAD OF DREAMS.
* * ************* * *
IN THE PROVIDENCE-- YOU ARE
LIKE THE UN-TAMED POEM
LIKE THE UNRULY VOYAGE
LIKE A BOAT- LIKE A SONG- BEYOND MY URGE--
LEAVING ME BEHIND-- YOU ARE
TOO FAR---- TOO LONG---- WHY? WHY SO?
* * ************* * *
WHY AM I LIKE AN ANCHORED EMOTION?
STUCK IN THE AUTUMN BUSH ON THE BANK OF BROOK
MY LORD... MY LOVE
HOW TO WELCOME YOU ?
NEAR THE RIVER-MOUTH WITH ALL MY SENSES--
SENSES SO ANCIENT,,, SINCE
THE FIRST MOON-BEAM KISSED THE MAIDEN NIGHT.
* * ************** * *
WHY YOU ARE THE UN-TAMED POEM?
WHY I AM AN ANCHORED EMOTION?
MY LORD.............? MY LOVE...........?
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 10:29 AM UTC
SOLITUDE
I AM ---
THE WINTER DREAM
CONSOLED IN THE ARMS OF WARM MEMORIES.
THE DEW-DROP ON PALM-LEAF
ROLLING TO THE GROUND WITH THE PAIN OF MOON-LIGHT.
THE SILENCE OF NIGHT-IN-GALE
FREEZING ON THE LUTE OF THE BOUGH.
I AM- THE SOLITUDE!
SOLITUDE
THE PILGRIMAGE OF MY IMAGINATION
TO ADORE YOUR MOODS.
THE SPIRITUALITY
THAT NO DICTIONARY HAS DEFINED..
I AM THE SOLITUDE.
THE KAJARA* ON THE FINGER-TIP OF DURGA**
IMBUED WITH THE INNOCENT SECRET OF HER ALMOND EYES.
SOLITUDE
NOT THE SONG OF THE ROAD TO NEW AVENUE
SOLITUDE
THE SONG OF THE JOURNEY INTO SELF
THE JOURNEY IN SEARCH OF MY SHADOW IN YOUR EYES!
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 11:00 AM UTC
"FARE-WELL"
sometimes, is not sensed,
but, stirs like a silent wound
goes on vibrating like the string of "SITAR"*.
**********************
SUN is a naughty gardener
can chat with the dumb bough
can hum the hue of emotions
SUN is a musical dialogue of flowers .
*********************
FARE-WELL
it is always a PAIN
waves becoming static
flowers falling down
sitar hugging silence
it is always a PAIN
********************
pain transforms into a sweet history
yes, to me , a sweet memory
i too like an unknown shell
on the same shore of time
have been breathing his music.
*******************
HE is not HE, now on
an essence of "RAGA"**
silence is the space in sound
that took birth in his blood
is sinking in our blood
*****************
his sitar is the divine mystic piece
his music is the definition of purity of life
HE is a flowing memory
HE is the peacock feather
that i preserved in my c.d. folder !!
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 3:52 AM UTC
what the cloud knows?
except melting with the cool touch of the breeze
what the rain knows?
except carrying the heavens to fields without invitation
what the stream knows?
except offering fruits with the spirit of sunlight
what the tree knows?
except caring the cloud that in the cradle of sky
O manasi* !
what the baby ,the seed, knows?
except creeping into dreams on the lullaby of love
what you know, o my manasi*?
except gifting a pearl in the oyster of my heart
the passionate tear in the eye
the patient smile on the lip
the reason to live--- what else is needed?
---------
*manasi--- the personification of thought, heart...
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 10:42 AM UTC