Two serpents
in a frenzied
mating ritual,
we coil,
one around
the other
within and
outside
winding and
unwinding
heeding to a
command,
mysteriously
received,
ears open to a
music,that play
in a plane
beyond the
realm of mortals.
We are there
on the verge
of liberation.

He met her in the courtyard by chance,
though pitted against each other
in a fierce competition, both willingly enrolled,
they fell in love, at fist sight, as if by a hidden cue.

Left out, by this turn, unexpected
they felt, no spirit of competition in them is now left;
two yarns in the magical weave of life
braided in perfect design, excellently blended in quick time,
can any one orchestrate a moment like this?
It's an apparition from the womb of time,  on its iridescent wings
flew down to intervene, on behalf of some spirit, evil or noble
who can tell, except when,  time is ripe.

Life is a walk through dark and enchanted woods
we stop a while where, paths diverge,
and  take one, sometimes by sudden impulse,
most take the beaten ones, the less traveled appeal some,
holding the hand of a beloved bathed in silver light, at the moment,
will it lead to destination or not, one knows not,  that moment is decisive,
at the end as much intervention of fate, if one views that way, as human proclivities.

Each cup of nectar
for me you filled
tasted entirely different,
but did just the same.
transported my spirit
out of the planet, on
ethereal wings of light.
Every time I drank it
I swooned and forgot,
everything other than
the love you poured on.

Inebriated by a love
I never had a chance
to define, I can't think
you and I as two
entities different,
oh! my lover immortal.
No other lover
would have done
what you to me is doing
Your absence as a  person
never did bother me
you are the one reigning
within, wordlessly speaking
I can see how your eyes gleam
the moment, I just think of you.

There was blinding darkness to deal with
at first; worse, glaring light to fend off too,
I held you closely,to my heart and moved
we pledged to explore together till the end.

But the play of light and darkness recur
now with different colors and other means.
We lost the compass that point the path we sought
we parted ways smiling at a juncture, unexpected,
in silence, though still aware of our one true calling
the  relentless quest to find a meaning absolute.

Now you are struck by the moment of epiphany
ask yourself about my whereabouts, perhaps fearing
I'm lost forever in  some wilderness unknown,I gather
may be far far away from you, now you'd be thinking
as you had concluded  I am wild, a meteor through space
But my love,never fear, find me there,within you, secure
at our old, rendezvous, that quiet,green space,eternal.

a pair of red gloves,
fury in brown boxer shorts;
blood splattered on floor!

A wish like a wild fire,
kept burning inside her heart,
she couldn't contain it any more,
so  whispered it to the heart of night,
fearing it would be forgotten easily
as the night advances to a destination unknown.

But the first golden ray of morning light, she gathered
was the sweet fulfillment she didn't know she sought all these days.

It's my most favourite life game,
Leaving you behind with no particular aim
In the midst of a charming thing we perform
And keeping you waiting  till the time,
I choose to be  back again!

Did you ever notice it yourselves?
(If not what's the point of telling one?
I may ruin the pleasure of not allowing
Not to see what one naturally do not see)

I've  freed myself from the vagaries of time!
An esoteric art in what avatars are with me.
I may not return to you in an
Expected time frame or plane.
I'll spend  time the  way I wish,
Taking as much from the chest of universe
and add a fine twist to it.
Wouldn't you call it making poetry?

I've bandoned all expectaions time,
Imposed on us by  its lenier progression.
I may keep you waiting for long
You may think,  as you are now not that girl,
But a wildly bloomed tree waiting for me, The migratory bird on its usual sojourn!
You are eager to offer your best of fruits,
I peck at it with atmost care, and attain,
An 'Ananda ' pure and simple
And gift you a perfect Buddha smile,
That transcends the warps  of time!

"But we don't see any star"
they complain;
*Though gone dark, a star is a star,
an absence, smoldering, sad.

This life  is nothing but, magical fiction,
love, the diamond we found, is inlaid poetry,
your heart conjures up sublime symmetry
in what I mindfully create, merci mon amour**.

ONE shadow ruefully told the other ,
it has fallen in love with,
defying the logic the shadows
are supposed to follow,
not to be deceived by darkness
or light,that creates what one perceives.

"How long we've been marking time
trying in vein,to break loose from the
patronizing glare of lights, that kept
us slaves of it's love.Good riddance!"

Two bright bulbs, utterly tired, of burning
so long,which made it possible for the shadows
day dream,slowly shut their eyes in weariness,
oblivious of the wild talk of the shadows
that reflected a perfect vision of fallacy,

No one any more would see, even a penumbra
of either of the shadows,in that darkened heaven.

Above cliffs a condor soars.
Through its eyes I scan the world
My inner being in flight.

One night, while  watching
a swam of glowworms,
in silence,
                  I felt
they sold this idea-
      to me so quick:
"Think all you have to offer
this world, is just a drop of blue light
in few faint, repeated winks;
stich it in the dark gown
of night artistically at the earliest.
your passion is  enough to enamor
the world, it would look at you
wide- eyed.
even if you vanish soon
you'll  leave with a smile of fulfillment"
that ethereal sight, electrified my mind;
pulsating blue light speaking to the
starlit night, making it take note.
but turning around, I find them
gone already. Brief, but,
how could one forget?

Looking at your face
is wondering for long,
out of control, too.
and I love you for
enjoying my
moments out of
touch with reality.
You take me
to a space where
you exist unquestioned
by rules of nature.

On the dew drop
a glimpse of the universe


I read you like a book
as the plot thickens
you are a narrative
with many voices entwined,
out of the story's embrace I come
to look at your glittering eyes
and be real, out side the make believe.
I have still many pages left to read,
and in no hurry am I,to turn the pages
every page has revelations of truth I search.

Adorable your fragrance, is,
it infiltrates in to the subconscious
gives me a ticket to time travel
transforming  your fragrant notes
to a  musical composition
a mantra key to eternity's door.

rain abruptly stops,
water soaked trees take over,
on cycles it goes

Beauty awaits him,
on his way to see his love,
sky at dusk presents
eternity's handiwork,
glimpses of truth beyond words
flashes in his mind,
banishing all other thoughts,
he stands transfixed.

"Catching him in his utmost real expression is almost impossible"
She sinks in despair,he manifests hydra-headed,beyond her grasp.
He doesn't fight contradictions; seeds sown for diverse harvests are  him.
He plants a  fervent kiss on her lips,"This is patented you" she concedes .

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.

1.
The non peril writer,magnificent illustrator,
dexterous editor,all in one of the book of life,
each one, each page,each edition looks and reads
different, yet one in essence, though flavors vary.
We hear  you speak every tongue,Latin, Arabic, Hebrew
and in sonorous Sanskrit,you make us chant"Earth is one nest"
2.
Such profuse creativity  baffles one and all, ever
is your prime possession;  manifestation as well!
The nebulous one, present in each cell,each neuron,
well,  everything ever appeared,anywhere in cosmos,
we attempt to know you in myriad means, give you names
that pleases us, we try to possess you in ways even mean.
We hallucinate our cameras of mind, captures  you right
with the eyes of science; you still prove to be like music.
3.
In our limited resources allotted by neuron collectives,
we make you sit on the throne, of the architect of cosmos,
that evolves and emerge,and itself erases when time is ripe.
The artistic painter of emotions, that has been baffling,
the mix of color happens without any  guide book.
sans blue print of any kind or elaborate plan to execute.
4.
You have no designated place to live, in spite of our wishes
you are omnipresent , the string, player as well as  music,
your thought work we all are, weaved in to one from
strands of of ancient  DNA things preserved,through ages!
Oh! the one that's beyond the realms of winning /losing
the subtlest of all the sublime that in every heartbeats chant,
love to be a work of art that  pleases you, in me present,
5.
Help me from within, in my dissolution as colors,varied
be the painter too and to become that work of art pleases you.

breeze in morning stroll,
signal call of the love bird;
the rendezvous fixed!

Sweet nymph, dreams are a land
I have no control, just across
the wailing wall is the land of nightmares.

I haven't seen you for long,
correct me if i am wrong.Though I
                             really don't want, I still dream you.
                                    Nothing could be done about it
                                                  even if we both don't want!

A blindfolded man, young and handsome
makes love to a woman tied down to bed posts,
her contorted face has a bitter sweet expression
a painter's enigmatic canvas would love.

Her eyes. two small animals
one is hate the other love in disguise,
that slowly come in to terms with
the strange game's rules.Egos of the pair
tell two different stories.I am conscious
of the fact that actors have no control over the script.

The show continues, even if the script changes
no more victory for any one, I am sure.
Did I hear a song about wrong choices,
who decides the cast, and how to change?

Will they ever find the winding path
to the sun drenched meadow,
from where the blue hills look nearer?

And when the lights, once bright, one by one
in weariness shut their eyes, the last visitor
came in perplexed and stood still before
the one and only exhibit, kept specially for her.
An abstract artifact, creation of hearts through many summers,
a cry stifled in her *******, felt like a piercing knife to her,
But in that seeping darkness she didn't see a blob of blood
oozing out from it's center and dripping on the ground wetting her feet.