Gently you patted my cheek,
with a tenderness different,
not known hitherto by us both,
those quivering long fingers
exude motherliness,I miss ever after,
my mom has gone to her last pilgrimage,
and I crave for at moments of pain.
From the layers of memory darkened
by distance,I recover that feeling,
to place you instantly at a level higher,
than that of a sultry lover to whom
desire than anything higher binds closer.
In to my lackluster eyes, you peer,
see the ineptly hidden drop of tear,
in the corner shivering plaintively
before rolling down to lose forever,
its in the memory of my mother,
who rhythmically tapped my back,
led me to the cozy cloud of sleep,
when outside raged the storm,
I now gather, to a women I owe
when, time after time she takes
another avatar, of my mother,
momentarily though at times,
when earth slips,from under the feet
You did see the storm raging
inside and the child looking for solace
You hold me close to your bosom,
and I travel to a world gone by again
even when wolves howl refusing to sleep.
and let me doze off to wake up in another world!
Eating luscious forbidden apples in your garden,
was a pleasure not to be spoken in front of others.
I agreed in a silent conspiracy with you, nevertheless,
it remains an ache, in the tender muscles of my heart,
which I love to nurse with relish,whenever I get a chance
Gently I woke up in an ethereal hour,
as the permeating scent of a wild flower,
after roaming many many lives as insects,birds
animals wild in the forests and sea creatures
As the story went on, chapters changed
I stumbled and fell in to her curious eye
with out knowing who she was or why
all I remember was her radiance and sigh
that lifted me,at once to a level too high
Later,after many cycles,a cloud,I realize this:
a piece of clear blue sky I need immediately
her blue eyes, to dissolve bit by bit and die.
languorous breeze,close to chest carries
a scent,an invitation on the waves of air,
the valley blooms lustily in response,
sends away fragrance with different notes.
the mix and blend to regale olfactory sense
of every visitor,as it pleases them,so much,
The medley of fragrance sends the breeze,
sweeping to an ecstatic height, never expected,
like a village weaver who loves warps and wefts
of many hues, he spins and weaves fragrances,
to exhilarate all,near and far,any one who
deeply inhales the mix of fragrance,feels alive.
to the core,it's fuel to the wick, that enlightens the soul.
Evening sun's, hot pulsating lips,
fervently seek the ocean blue, touch
for a sizzling, long,passionate kiss.
The ecstasy resulted makes inroads
as waves of anesthetic darkness,
engulfing the glow of consciousness
bringing the world as a whole
in to a soporiferous languor,pleasurable.
I fell head over heels in love with my comely neighbor Bernadette
Without ever seeking consent of the noble soul,just think of it!
All those long passionate,purple prose crafted, burning midnight oil
My offerings for her,reposed in my imagination,till they withered!
1.Tried, but I couldn't take my eyes off her,
she left happily with my eyes allover her.
2.Her eyes were two deep, blue pools,
together,they'll invite me to swim in them,
wasn't I naive to think the other would
get jealous,if i decide to jump in to one
when I saw getting reflected on both,at once
I realized,how easily love took me for a ride!
3.She was a creature,created for delight,
each part,even a strand of hair, strange
had an effect on my senses any time
and I was made to be attuned to her always!
each act of her could both invigorate or tranquilize.
but only on their own sweet will,i found
The effects of a psychedelic drug,I felt
in her presence, one I have never ever taken!
4.My error quotient goes perilously high,
when you are somewhere near tome and sigh!
5.With her feminine fingers locking mine,
my imagination quickly flies sky high
two interstellar travelers are you and I
ready to live out there,on sky in a new high,
without bothering to care for logistics!
6.With each of your love bites arousing,
I fire all my rockets,roaring skywards.
Your teeth play a naughty hide and seek
with my earlobes,I get so wild,you get thrilled
taken over by a seizure,I feel eyes blue simply ecstatic!
Big white chunks of fluffy ice
flying down in a serendipitous sequence
falling against the yellow steady splash
of frothing evening light,full of mirth
in some moments glowing like embers
against slanting rays,again white
on extended meadow grass plane
transforming it a white spread sheet
of cool silence, with lessening patches of green.
Song bird,on the branch on the top,
of my tree of life, you wake me up
with sweet twitter, each day a new one,
to my bitter sighs you give your ears,
day and night and remain my true comfort,
in every change of weather, may it be
monsoon torrent, winter freeze or spreading gloom
Little bird you know this well
never ever would I take you for granted,
you are the spirit that bring me cheer,
keep my nest such a quiet space for peace.
take the fledglings,under your sturdy wings
keep your glad eye on my desires that
seldom sleeps day or night, till it's told.
In this nest, it's your hallow that fills, spills out, too
in every twig of this nest we built, is the mark
of your efficient beak, that worked to move it there!
Petite you are,but it's so deceptive
my talisman and shield, none but you are that,
if my songbird's eyes by chance fill,my heart bleeds!
In the bejeweled chronometer dial
of the lighted night sky's grandeur,
light years unfathomable, embedded
vie with one another, every single minute
in a scramble to all 360 degrees
creating a perfect hallucination!
Time impishly break all concepts,
of linearity, circularity and the rest,
takes to directions, that pleases
in the process makes one wonder
what the distinctions we make
as past present and future mean!
"Let's mix past with future,
put past in present and create
an ethereal symphony of time,so that
nothing gets lost, gained either"
Countless stunning specks of diamonds,
the opulent night sky proudly displays,
for the eyes of both believers and heretics.
Writes scintillating alphabets of beauty that spells,
eternity in millions of wondrous ways stunning us,
in colors of star lights that stare,twinkle,wink,
or keep a stoic silence,for us from the firmament,
thereby displaying all the answers to questions,
even the ones, that one failed to ask, in the first place$
As if one moving with an intent,
the flock of birds,of same feather,
with out any flight plan whatsoever,
or navigational chart,all approved,
change formations in lightning speed,
in to shapes none can ever imagine,
breathtaking to view, different each minute,
they do this in mid flight, reminding the quicksilver
dynamics of ocean waves,each minute day and night.
O! mighty elements of nature,
each standing out,yet interwoven,
in your orchestration, you include each human,
give rise to a nebulous magic we know as mind,
created for the universe,in a process,mysterious
hoping each would strive for peace in cosmos.
But the consciousness of nature,
one could guess,now feels
increasingly helpless, terrified too on what happens,
reeling in pains of various kind,inflicted upon her.
This as a result of the relentless attack on her
by the unkind mankind,driven by avarice
in a mad spree to reduce flora and fauna in to dust,
that too at an earliest date possible!
Forgive me now, I am a penitent,
shocked by the vision of what awaits
I plant saplings of trees, repenting
with the promise that these tiny greens
will grow to mighty trees once,compensate,
contribute to the well being of all the worlds
To each passionately
the sea reveals her heart's secret.
The sonorous chant of each wave,
subliminally absorb the whole truth,
which doesn't get in to the net
of any word, however dexterous!
Grasp the essence of the profound silence within,
what's in the ocean depth and this are one and the same!
Storm clouds sound their gongs aloud,
call the whole world's attention to the ensemble
of tall,dark,handsome actors lined up for a
Lightening gives cryptic signals at times,
of the change of scene,rain lashes with a sweet vengeance,
till the clouds relent,and go light and white.
The cloud theater had it's ritualistic culmination,
the expectation of imminent plenty soars,
rushing streams fill gushing rivers that get
swelled,roar delighted all the way to ocean
to be her eye lashes,repeatedly flutter,
exuding charm, though
with tinges of the sinister
words can't capture, however
versatile in their expressiveness.
This black magic spell explodes, all over
like a butterfly enticed by a scented bloom
he resonates to her diabolic moves,
and flies straight in to her invisible net
ready to get him in to it's warm entanglement.
At sight, just this one bloom,
that spectacularly spreads,
it's warm purple petals wide
above us, like a big benevolent lotus,
causing the magic of dawn and dusk,
day after day,indefatigably!
Galloping fast , then leading
to a day,turning it different
for each, an astonishing feat!
Closes at night, claiming back
all radiance, he brought along,
in between deftly he addresses
trillions of neurons at work of every kind
all alone; simply phenomenal!
Isn't it an incredible everyday miracle?
But do we ever thank the wonder bloom
except the ancient sages who structured
a meter* to praise his astonishing gifts.
Prime source of light for the humans, this!
a wonder one of a kind, he sure is,
well, till the day God decides
to play dice, yet again!
majestic white herons,a siege,
spring up, winging skywards
in unison, as if according to a
well designed rescue plan,
following a disaster,
scattering to all directions
from a tree,a flame of the forest
imposing and wildly bloomed,
like a high rise with secret ambitions,
creating an illusion of a sudden fire accident.
The searing pain
my love for you inflicts,
on the swollen walls, blood red,
of my tender,beating heart,
when expecting the soft sounds
of your approaching footsteps,
I NAME AFTER YOU
my tantalizing sweetheart,
as the tribute highest, I can afford,
in the name of all pining lovers
on such moments of fire walk.
The sky kept speaking in a dialect of grey,
did stay overcast all through the day,
like a new bride upset about
her nuptials, right after it.
"Could have been with some zest,
I feel drowsy and totally lost"
she repeatedly whispers, it seemed .
A vast net of haze fell, first on the skyscrapers
standing in a row, pushing, jostling,fighting,
it then descended slyly on to the tree tops
adorned with garlands of flowers
red, cream, or violet on their coiffures.
They looked lost, at this turn
of the story, unexpected.
A helicopter, with tourists
Criss -crossed the sky as if clueless,
perhaps seeing sights in that light
curious, who knows what they look for
in a bad hair day like this?
we could hardly guess!
A stray bird appeared, as if from nowhere
hastily retreated, sensing the prevailing mood.
"We'll just stay put" she said "til the night would
rework the story board. perhaps with starlight "
She bit hard on my upper arm, as if
to exhibit her aggressive mood just once
I loved it , she deftly made it erogenous.
She is a tigress, forcefully kept in her den
with a purpose, she slyly smiles imagining.
When the wave of oily dark night advances
inundating us, she is a promise, exquisite