fluffy white clouds play,
sun, their doting mother watches;
darkness: not in thought!

His eyes rivet on the extravagant evening sun,
in frenzied creation, profusely mixing colors,
applying on the canvas of the horizon,
painting her, his lover with astonishing precision,
--portrait of a girl in love
unmindful of what the world thinks about her
and in  total dedication to her man.
Love makes larger than life heroes out of weak mortals,
and creates echoes on the far horizons that keep on reverberating!

She sits quietly holding his hands as if it is all she needs
never thinking, it is obvious, whether this is a fallacy or ultimate truth,
that holds good for all the changing seasons.
With her long chiseled fingers she draws
something beautiful, a motif that emerged in her mind,
in front of them, the seascape, was a lively cyclorama
framed by bright ultramarine.
Like eels just out of water,  their bodies gleaming,
bikini clad glam girls, beach soldiers spearheading
an undeclared beauty attack,
on the look out for hidden challenges
while walking past the love pair,
each one stands awhile, scrutinizing her thoroughly
measuring with a scale, hidden in those eyes,
as if she was a **** on parade, even women couldn't help covet.
Though inappropriately dressed, for the beachfront appearance,
she invites more attention,  she is amused.
But after a tumultuous love, and eventful elopement
she is in bliss,  in her love-land with her prince
she is just ecstatic, no thought could  make her shake off her composure.

1.
The old lady sits on the garden bench, a fixture,
from the days so far, colonial times to be precise,
thickly painted green, coat after coat,that covers up age,
after the incessant lashing of copious monsoon rains,this evening
the bench has a secret gleam, as if  it's age has been washed away for ever.
2.
Her hair, resplendent silver;the children playing on the sand bed
in the open space in front of  her bench, stand wondering:
far removed from realities familiar,she seemed,"Is she real?"
The old lady plays with a child that ran to her and embraced,
curious to touch her hair, happily it springs on to her lap,
her starched Sari gets crumpled,to it'smother
the old lady softly says"Don't bother children need space,
freedom and  care, love his smile, don't want to see it wither"
3.
She looks at the flowerbed and smiles to herself,
as if she remembered her own dreams a day too far.
The old garden bench, senses a magic,with a start it wakes up
from it's slumber and begins to prattle,"Yes, it's really her,
remember the passion filled kisses she exchanged  with her sweetheart,
when darkness came stealthily,like a crafty lover out to rob hearts,
right here on my lap, at a time love was a scent wafting low in the air
Where has he gone? I now wonder,a lot of monsoon clouds
burst up on me limitless quantities of water,after that"
4.
A wind so strong, like the hands of time ruffled
the leaves of the giant banyan tree,that stood sentinel,
leaves  started a cheerful dance, reminiscent of the play of life*
Perhaps the night the death waiting on the wings is little disappointed.

In the costume drama of the universe,
there are no roles we haven't donned,
we ruled the seas, land and skies,
in an oblivious flow beyond eons.

A million years ago, one morning,
I stood here, a Neanderthal, naked
facing an ebullient sea, ecstatic,
in the frenzy of creation.

On a tree branch you sat, near
a bird with colorful plumes,
that sang for my heart to rejoice,
the tune had something ethereal
that transformed me to a handsome pagan, so sudden,
tears streaming down my cheeks, words eluding, I promised
to pay you later, for that invaluable gift, magical
you waved your wings and said, "See you later"

Today,
you flashed your smile, and I remembered
the song, that transformed me to a man
on my winding road to evolution.
Now, you sit looking at my eyes, oblivious of our past
an alluring lass, a bird from paradise,
touching my heart yet again.

You said, "As I saw you in the crowd,
some thoughts, mysterious rushed in
as if I know you, some time, perhaps a life before?
*"The truth is " I murmured in  to your ears-
"One million years, aren't that far"
you might not understand, but your heart did answer
those eyes unfailingly told me at once.

A construction crane,
Kisses skyscraper maiden
Red faced sun on edge.

Airborne still, this moment aloft is simply magical
in perpetual motion from a moment in the past
when I start to swing, it's a journey, back and forth
to a past  which,I can only visit hovering above
and a future , just an apparition, vague in the horizon,
can't be certain what it would bring, unless I would
make it happen wishing deep inspired by  my vision ,
gathered from my experiences in the swing flying.

Time, lends me the wings that fly me, this vision is all
I have to rely on, to make things happen before
the swing finally slows down before the setting sun.

On the vine of mortality,
endlessly spreading-
every moment, on the tree of time,
we are blooms,
with eye catching hues,**
gradually wither and fall,
as foot falls of death come near,
in the harsh summer of life.

But there isn't any fear,
divine fragrance of immortality,
in every bloom will remain, for ever,
the wind of cosmic bliss wound gather,
the fragrance of all blooms withered,
and scent the immortality's garden,
where new blooms, once effulgent beings,
now stars of paradise,
beam their golden  light for ever.

They would vie with each other,
to adorn that eternal scent exquisite,
to make it their own, and to be gratified.

From  the pinnacle of the quaint hill,
where a lone tree spreads her parasol,
it would seem one could glide smoothly down,
till the far horizon, where the sea faintly glints,

the sun just floated up, a pink, perfect globe,
changing the color of layers and layers of hills
in many hues of blue, from dark to light-
in to a song of red, only hearts listen,

A bird, not moving wings, soared far above,
round and round, a song bird on the throes-
of a song; it would break in to it soon, I hoped.
*Wind quickly subdued, leaves perked their ears,

With bated breath the hills stood attendant,
the moment was fully pregnant with expectations.

Good night,  God, part of everything,
oh! forgive me for forgetting-
your relevance as omniscient
you are absolute and limitless,
there can't be more than one such.
**With my low functioning brain
and slow data processing, I can't
even imagine your perfection! Stupefying!
It becomes more clear, with thinking,
you could only operate in higher planes,
           you have no business to know
          the concept of day and night
or for that matter, any single thing,
you are beyond limits or lack of it,
I am limited and bound by strings
of time,my thoughts are 'time twisted'
           Forgive me God, omnipresent

Somewhere in the lake
of deep sleep
is an island, dark and mysterious,
entangled mangroves here,  resist movements
where I snake in like a thief
excitedly breaking in to own house,
pretending to be an alien
and find
a body double living there
acting out one's secret-
fantasies and voluptuous desires.
I won't dare to speak aloud here,
where, the overpowering smell of
too ripe fruits of indecent passions waft.
The dark chamber,
the smoke filled ***** den of my mind,
is to  take secret refuge and be one
with a dream that flies me
to the border lands of psyche.

Milky Way collides
With Andromeda; the result?
Wait, four billion years!

A giant egg of possibilities,
we see from inside, its embrio
yolk and white, like galaxies
this rainbow colored  cosmos,
lay submerged within
the timelss -spaceless state,
unimagianably limitless,
indescribable, incomparable
unfathomable and  know not
what or what not,
inspite all continueing probes.

A matrix of 'multiverse' exist
ignorant of one another
within the cosmic egg.
Inside the egg's one puny little cell
you and I fill an infinitesimal space
why try to break the tender shell
and **** the millions of organisms?

Love can heal, make the shell endure
and expand the possibilities, more and more
till the dice from a mighty invisible hand
falls over the egg , one fateful day
and the play comes to a grinding halt.
may be with a whimper not with a bang.

a green leaf in the swirl,
        as the maelstrom ***** in
stands tail up in anguish, for a moment
         then goes without a trace

You are cyclic like
the change of seasons
in your reinvention;
robust is your passion,
a mountain brook
that embraces hills
plains, fields and ravines
without any restriction.

Instantly you would imbibe
any message, air, wind or water
sends through flashes of intimations,
nature's child you are, a woman
in sync with the moon in your veins
and the sun that seeks you from my *****.

I only follow the music your heart strings play
that in my psyche resonates, every moment,
it makes easy navigation in this planet my right.

You and I  move through the waves rowing
shoulder to shoulder, singing spiritedly barcaroles.
The feminine in me is under your tender care,
I let my masculine self be in communion with yours,
all merging in harmoniously, resulting in  only ONE.

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.

stay put, flippant cloud,
swaddle baby sun just born,
see, how he peeps down!

Glowworms swarm
on the treetops of the sky
to make ornaments
for the night,
                      they keep me awake
with their brilliance, extraordinary
that makes it possible for me
to hallucinate
that it's heaven.
Cosmic fireworks explode,
crossing the limits of time,
rhythm of a starry song spreads
like a divine fragrance,
transcending light years.
I've been in a cocoon,
long days of grief and pain;
this effulgent night transmits
some good news, for the meditative-
chrysalis I used to be for long.
I fly up on my invisible wings
to experience a life eternal,
to be one with alpha and omega alike.

She made me cup my hands, softly
over her heaving full  *******, a gesture,
a tender moment when  she received
the first intimations of her motherhood,
we were awaiting, this moment, any time
she  never had known a  tenderness like this.

Just then I heard the billowing black clouds
loudly blowing their auspicious conch shells *
announcing arrival of good tidings
impatient clouds, at that time burst out
in torrential rains, cooling the heart of nature and us.
the seed I planted in her, fecund earth, lying in wait
with  her life blood and hopes
she too was lovingly watering it,
only a mother knows how to do it the best,
the water flowed through two streams
the milky way and the holy Ganga river
fiery star dreams and watery abundance
the mother's wish embrace ice and fire
in measures varying according to emotions.

Lifted my eyes to hers which were flooding
in a happiness, words find difficult to express,
like tender vines her hands circled my trunk,
we, man and wife who sowed our seeds
together in self oblivion are on immortality's steps!
wind, water, earth, fire and space, from you comes
our descendants, with eager eyes and singing voice!

This union, is a ritual divine, what hymns of Vedas
extol as fire sacrifice, to transcend the limits time set for us.
Now she is the enchantress,moon coming out of clouds,
we merge in a passionate kiss, our boat  moves in to the
cosmic stream, a flow eternal,without  beginning or end.

Before
          throwing
                               the mango,
                           see,
                         is it
                     raw,
                 or
fruit?

Bristling green rice plants,
Make waves reaching the far hills;
Wind’s jugglery spooks!

You are rare, an iridescent coral reef
of uncommon beauty , emerging
out of ocean blue, with an appetite for sun;
he has fallen for you at the first sight.
I am the setting sun, with stunning
rays of praise that keep you thrilled,
for the while I last, and would make you
                                           crave for more,
Darling, listen
story of our love is immortal for this reason:
it would be a burning, searing pain,
not destined to be lost in fulfillment,
it would make the stars, brimming
with emotions, sob, sob till it all dissolve,
shedding light, like drops of   hot wax,
till the candle lasts and the wick fights
                                              the dying of the light.

Two painters unseen,  leisurely take turns,
to change the color to one or the other,
relentless they strive, the world looks on,
but never could they succeed,
even after all these years of love's labor.

A third, the pale faced dreamy charmer,
is out of such intense competitiveness;
wanted the world only to be seen through her veil,
her goal is more artistic,casual.
An enchanting smile, none would forget,
flits across her face whenever she appears.
Her cool rays, and silver veil charms lovers' hearts.

Long necks held high,
Ostriches in a huddle;
Far palmyrah palms!

The Roman pontiff as a man
walks closer to God in every human.

A scowling scare crow,
Weather beaten one, bleached clean.
Stoops down as if it's scared.

As a trick, I taught my parrot,
to say "I love you" to my girl,
the parrot took it quite in earnest,
started to believe, it's in love with her!

Stepped in to the street.
Two rain drops fell on my face;
A cloud’s parting gift!

eyes phosphorescent,
crinkly dark tresses flying,
rain party’s on hard!

Distraught, with alien invaded heart
I partied with the night in my thoughts.
Dark, distant and silent as perceived, yet
She was candid,  sweetness personified.
Let me taste swigs of wine from her cup
Sung me a lullaby of  ethereal starlights
Dreams plucked  from nights, she gifted
Weeded out nightmares deeply embeded.
On a dream boat chosen,I set sailed alone
To an emerald island at the middle of
the  ocean,
And made up my mind never to sail back.
Adamant I was not to be out of that dream
Beloved,  ******,  night conjured up for me
With the twist of  her psychedelic finger.

Past coral garden,
Dive to the depth of blue night;
Blissful oblivion!

At the peak his roar is in the words of mountain winds,
a rare sweetness it brings out,a flow natural from his self,
she acquires then the lilt of a song bird,flying in an open cloudless sky,
a song bird that has sweetly pecked her aggressive mate to submit,
something she couldn't believe,that astonishment becomes her croon.

They soar, the illusion of wings make them both lose bearing,wobble,
going up, up to dizzy heights,above the caressing silver white clouds,
then slowly tumbling down on earth,they feel like feathers entwined.

The wind whistles a tune,eyes widely closed they jive, time stands still,
that sweet exhaustion,prods for one more dance above the clouds.

a sultry day ends,
hot, swift wind moves the tired leaves;
early moon looks on!