my love life with words
has a hidden side,
at times i even think:
"is it the curse of the witch
in a dream called me ' poet'
to carry this along, all life long?"

a never ending itch,
that only exhilarates,
and makes me *****
more than ever.
                        as a poet,
words of certain nature,
winged birds, that fly high
to a higher level few reach,
enrapture me more than others.

so much passion gush out,
at the very first sight,
like when i was deeply involved
with a girl, first.

but here is the secret
that leads to a long love affair:
             i make love like a libertine,
pulling out all the stops,
but later the true color
of  the relationship emerges,

i can't put up with post ****** hatred,
it's a poison that kills all  lust for life,

when i embrace a word
i have this fervent wish in mind:
"oh! word, that binds me with
such  fragrance, color and mood,
embrace me, let me feel your pulse,
permeate your warmth in to my heart
color my mind with your brush"

i love to relish each word,
like a fresh, ripe, pulpy fruit,
let there be no seed to spit.
O

Dear wordsmith, lovely mind, should I tell you,
cosmic dust settled to create this  earth?
How enchantingly you write, unparalleled aesthetic delight,
                                      
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*all from those distant dusty nothing! I am so amazed!

On the high stage, his clumsy swan has transformed
in to a dancing flame, though  sensed a twist
in the script, he sat eyes fixed on her, feeling gratified,
within moments, in perfect timing she changed colors
mesmerized everyone, to him certain moves were baffling,
unexpected, still he beamed, his eyes shone thinking,
"All that dancing beauty is mine".But can one contain a flame?
was he letting himself down by  being possessive about a beam?
(It's too early to feel proud about new loves and mango flowers,
he used to hear uttered often when he was still a callow youth)

When the applause died down, a commotion followed
a rush of people to see her up close, then a silence
that was not intended, he was waiting for her, what went wrong?
He waited for the swan that came into her own, within his embrace,
to return, like a farmer who thought all mango blooms are fruits.

Surrounded by admiring eyes, she didn't find a need to look at his side
and when he decided to go and look for his swan and take her home
he was shocked to find that away she had flown,
over his dreams, above the fluffy white clouds, never to return

the sky, a cauldron
steaming soup is getting cooked,
moon, butter floats on.

wind kidnapped the clouds,
stars out on sky yard to play;
it rains silver light!

wild dancing of palms,
rigmarole of rain goes on,
water flows gurgling!

The red rosebud, bitterly wept,
and said" I am full of guilt
          I don't want
                   to bloom at all"

amidst leaves,nestle,
sun drenched luscious mangoes;
wind keeps the suspense !

Though an anchored boat,
my silent mind goes adrift
as lapping waves sing

your sweet murmurings
tickle the evening,
look! the sky is blushing,
it's all red in the western horizon.

with your soft breath,
you make the atmosphere sweet,
hey, the honey bee is confused,
it comes round and round,
like an enamored lover!

with your sonorous snore,
the dreamy night
gets goosebumps,
fools call them stars
and gloat how they gleam!

have you ever thought,
what my love to you,
does to me every minute?
my heart palpitates
like i have an affliction
only love can cause,
and do away with.

*words never can express well,
how do i feel,
when you are away
and my eyes crave for you in sight.

A regal white heron,
a bird of passage
that had followed
it's beloved dream
a long, long distance,
sits quiet unmoving,
atop a flowered lemon tree
on the bank of a tranquil pond
that wasn't known to it before.

Fish, enjoying freedom,all along
play meddling it's reflection
as if daring the heron to act
by trying to catch it's attention.

The crowned heron,
more placid than the pond
on the wings of an elating thought
resumes journey chasing it's dream.

Written by a failing hand, shaken by grief,

on a dark display board of time, perhaps distorted a bit

I 'll be just a remembrance, later, fighting an ongoing  battle

with the hands of life that constantly erase,

marked as a doleful couplet, not easily forgotten,

a sad verse that forces one to contemplate

before falling in to sleep night after night

threatened by many unsettling thoughts.


A seed carried along, by the spirit of my ancestors

from a purple dawn, in distant past

an unbroken chain in DNA strand,

which dad with a smile tied within me,

love, dreams, chants for peace, unfailing silver light

love for an immortal tune that always rings in my psyche,

a primordial sound that creates reverberations.

I am a memory my sons commune within loneliness

on a day in future and looks out through

the window, to hear the wind hum along

in an unknown land, a flash of light

that helps to move through coagulated darkness,

look! there appear few drops of tears

on the corners of those eyes.

Rain poured its *** off,
And see now: pools big and small;
More than can handle!

don't eat
         a dead word
         (even if
         it is yours)

I feel the lubricious eloquence of fingers of love,all over
through  wind and waters, moonbeams from far heavens,
that alleviate my pain of separation, when I am left alone
in those caresses an unmistakable message I get,I sigh.

But you never acknowledge my presence not even once
do not even care to imply  that you've seen me by chance.

day and night for me makes no difference, blinded by love
I am shameless, want to hear your voice sonorous, everywhere
you play hide and seek with finesse,remain alien to my ears.

The sanctity of my love is there for all to see,a sparkling diamond,
but every sign indicates that you don't melt in my temperature
colts let loose, my words are buoyant,eager to come to you, touch

But confused by your signals they run helter-skelter
not knowing how to seek you, where to search for,
how would I phrase my love to you,that sears me every minute,
for eons, never fulfilled as you refuse to walk by me, with a smile

But you remain  my only love,pursue you, sure I would
the scent distinctive and the flower are one, no denying it.

From the past, a miracle; I come back here  alive!
The matter recycled, many times over has such verve.
Stardust, lulled by cosmic hum, minerals and metals,
The spirit transcending  timelessly is infused in to it!

Water, your messenger stimulates my whole being.
With dew drops ,fog, ice  and steam my skin is burnished.
I am a flow perennial, ever one with the water's quest
Drenched all over, I  drink rain water, get inebriated.

Wind, inconsistent, wearing a robe of smoke, now and then,
Breathed in to me currents generously  and said"Come alive"
Atop the hills I dance with the wind,the element of freedom,
Fly down like a colorful kite, in my wishful recurring dreams.

I walk the earth, like every man fighting his war to survive
The red earth like mother bleeds love for me, cheers me up,
Son of the soil,am I, ****** earth stimulates my all senses
I smear myself with sticky mud, green,then grows therein.

Your note of love I await, comes streaming in the  light,
Flashing over clouds, green leaves,waves and skylight.
My love undying keeps awake,waiting for a sign of yours.
To join you in the time you decide for me to take your hand.

Just an instrument am I, your love invents, to unite all together,
In your eternal spirit I  too move,a continuing love story for ever.

She was eating fish, evidently relishing every bit,
         but with some haste.
  He sat with a bottle of wine
              so relaxed,
         seemed exploring
     something lost in mind.



                                             Now, her plate is full of bones,
                                                   artistically placed,
                                             his conversations with wine,
                                                     goes unabated,
                                                 *he is certainly marooned in an island.

Dame  dawn hurried in,
Birds were at cross purposes;
Night left unnoticed.

she thinks herself
as my messenger
I am the mirror
she reflects
on which miraculously
the revelations
regularly appear

whenever we meet
we talk in the lingo
of wind and water
we walk hand in hand
along the bank of
our favorite river,
that none would find
in time and space

we love dancing around
the fire we create for ourselves
she turns a singer
only when the urge
fully overpowers her.
we know no anger,
we embrace
the winds of change
like it's a long lost brother

I am her song with
the words she perfects,
meaning I make sure
goes beyond and hit
the center
in our town there isn't
any pair like us,but we've
never thought that way
even once
we aspire, never despair
we are children of nature
cosmic love bug is our signature.

Yesterday night
driving back,
from a party
where, I was
lonely in the crowd,
felt lost, disturbed
by the sound and fury
signifying nothing,
talking *******
little too much,
exasperated,
stopped
at a watering hole,
to feel once again
that I was still myself.
I sat lost in thoughts,
it felt good,
so went bit far, and then,
saw someone like you
sitting alone, looking at me ,
as if to recollect, who I was
with such keen interest.
For a moment
I forgot the time and place
and wondered:
"How could she forget me ever?"
*Someone like you ! how could I think?
there wasn't anyone like you, ever after.

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

eye to eye-
keep
center of gravity
of love,
steady.

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.

On the wings
for long,
sky lights still beacon,
fuel gauge blinks red,
far destinations
ruled out.
Sea, a glittering
field of silver
heartily invites
but no landing gear
to alight on waves.
Floating on a limbo,
but my lover,
only co-traveler
just smiles!
believing in me,
waits for a
befitting end to this
exciting adventure.
A flash
connecting million
neurons in brain
each one coming alive,
**"let's navigate
our craft to heaven,
call it, Shangri La,
or whatever"

Night all along was
A monologue of lights,
On prowling darkness!

let everything go
at a glowing moment's prompt,
no looking back to the paths
that went winding through
the landscapes, both  barren and verdant.
Slowly started to fall
from nowhere to nowhere
like the flow of a symphony
heart rending, rising to a crescendo.

Touched the acme. Gently

started to fall like an ice flake,
simultaneously freezing and melting,
as if not yet decided what is the best,
don't know how long it kept
going on like a dream sequence,
though never moved a bit.

then--

eternal, shining moment
like a rainbow arch appeared at
the mind's horizon.
All illusions dissolved
like  vaporous clouds  in the blue sky.
visions of many worlds
merged in to one.
felt the light that engulfed
has a voice,
dissolved self is in it
as it's lilt.