the synonym of pain is PAIN only

your breath
like the spider
crept on my chest
the imperishable desire built
the omnipotent web deep in soul
to make my emotion as
the wing of helpless insect.

if a nest is knocked down
many can be built
if one night is set
many a blooming night
will be on the branch of time
but --- the dream
that cannot be conceived and
rattling in the net of sleepless night
sure, is a prattle on the lips of a cynic !!!

to dream
nothing is needed
except the burning desire
and the rage of tides in rib-cage ---- but,
when the thorn of night
goes on pricking the heart of sleep--
when the tears of dew
rolling down the cheeks of confused sky--

the synonym of pain is the PAIN only

when eyes are floating in darkness
like two innocent paper-boats
meaning of everything seems absurd-- and
pain appears to be the the only compass !!!!

feeling sultry,
the air encircles the fan palm trees

afflicted stray cloud,
stipples in vain on banal sky

the presence beside the window,
hangs between sleeping and awakening

the soul starts to chat
with your images on window glass

the lithe summer night journey,
embraces the creaks of mind

the thirsty sleep,
drinks the dreams heartily

the grieved ship,
itself becomes the consoling sea

this summer night-
this journey-
the first inclination
towards each other-
these senses recall you

as i tie my heart-beat to your anklet
as i accomplish the wings to meditating caterpillar
as i trim the curves of rainbow in water-drop
as i gift the freedom to the breeze

you become my word
you become my journey
you become my love
you become the wait at my destination!

the lithe summer night journey,
embraces the creaks of mind
negotiates with the memories of bodies
it is an attractive incomplete devout journey !

I have two hearts
One for me
One for you

getting wet
alone
in moonbeams,
so, i am seen
soaked
like a solitary night--

digging
the heart
with crowbar of thought,
so, the gushing of
lyrics of tears--

able to wait
for the trilling notes
of dawn,
so, i can sprout up
like my belief--

Are you ?
a monotony of the calling bell to dissolve like any other sound?
No --- never--
you came
like the blossom of lily and brought in the silent serene scent,
like the ever desired guest to add purity to each corner of my abode

Are you ?
the round mark of the bottom of the cup on marble top to wipe out?
No --- never--
you embossed
the sweet chirping of birds along with the shades of seasons,
nodding in vase, to tickle the dreams of my drawing room.

Are you ?
the bed that soaked with the longing of our curves
ever it be dried not to trace the spirit of glimpses?
No --- never--
you taught
the tranquility of coition of souls
pollination of mind and heart in the flower of body ----

Are you ?
the fare-well marks of feet on the dew to vanish in time?
No --- never--
you are
the navigator, rowing upon the tide towards the east ---

you are
not a simple land-mine to blast in the quietness of grave --
you are
the red signature of every encounter on the tender green forest--
you are
the red-sun on my fore-head of future
the native tribal song on my lips
you are my companion.. my guide..
you are the call of the dawn..

I am the anxiety searching for your news every second.
I am the fear not willing to hear about any martyrdom !!!
And I love you as I love myself, awaiting the serene scent ...

nothing is so sad
rather than coming across
an eye that is not an oasis in your desert
nothing can be a mishap
rather than meeting a dried heart ----

my body, the heap of sand
becomes the shore, the soul,
when your finger tips of tides
creep on my spine
the fragrance of anesthesia crawls like crab
the aesthetic flame circles like sea-gull
on the shore
the dawn and dusk compete to copulate
with their own fate
gifted are the shells
the sweet memories of the garland
the secrets of our love
that simple open secret of happiness

nothing is so sad
rather than coming across
an eye that is not an oasis in your desert
nothing can be a mishap
rather than meeting a dried heart ----

thirst, in each atom of the river
cloud, melting its heart
one ripple and one experience
the flow is the fascination

"what will be achieved?"
the torment questions.
"the balm of rose fragrance
and the sweet scratches of thorns"
is the answer of this penance.

"how far is the deliverance?"
"there, where you become i".

"what you offer?"
"my soul filled with your images."

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ADVAITA*a Vedantic doctrine that identifies the individual self with the omnipotent, omniscient and omnipresent. --( loving-- is it not the process of loosing the identity for a better world ?)

each bough as a lute
dropping the notes of ripen leaves
the tunes flying on the canvas of earth
with the frenzied dance of wind brush

as the pride of passion
on every stump the lyrics sprouting
it is the symphony of seasons
it is the renewal of age old ballad

it is the chorus that of the labour pains of every soul
it is the echo that of the blooming new world

every thought flutter like butter-fly
carry the pollen of future seed
pollination is the meditation of every hue
it is the copulation of fare-well and wel-come

the autumn's shadows of trees
the spring's streams on the cheek of pregnant
it is the melodious cry of fairies

if not remembered --the past symphonic tragedy
it cannot be summoned --the future ballad of comedy!

O black beauty !
o wayfarer, unaware of destiny !
anguish,how long ?
like an ancient river challenging the stars?

come, come with me
will collect the shells of dreams
quench our quest of melancholy

going to loose nothing, come!
at all , will rest in the ocean of time
will copulate with harmony

when the thoughts of beloved are sown in my body
the wisdom of passion spreads like moonlight,
when the grim reaper smiles
glittering memories and tears are left on shore,
when the fallen leaf sounds like her anklet
the belief of spring and faith of life are restored

come, come along with me....
o black beauty !
under this moon only
siddharth became buddha
in the lap of this moon only
omar khayyam tasted the nectar
the same moon
i am walking holding you under the same moon !

o black beauty !
the ancient wayfarer !
come, come with me.....