Pain stays permanent,
Permeating through time;
The pinch of loss,
Can never be sufficed.

Pain surges periodically,
Often high in tide,
Crashing on shores of sympathy;
Bund that gap,
With all your might,
These sensations erode,
Cutting in the shape of your soul;
Gorging away your sane.

Pain pangs often,
Reminding of the times gone,
But in that memory,
Find inspiration to go on!

Pain pacifies loss,
Whence you derive,
Your reasons to smile,
In memories so close...
Dormant relationships bloom,
An evergreen garden!

Fly high,
Know your dreams have wings,
Be an albatross...
Clearing above the blue seas,
Until the curve of the horizon,
Can be bent and seen!

Fly high,
You know you can steer,
Tame the winds...
And break the waves;
Even storms can clear,
Giving way to brighter days;
A new season blooms,
Fear not, nay!

Fly high,
And break off from the hibernation,
See yourself with a redefinition;
Even a single prism,
Gives birth to a spectrum!

My mind flutters,
A dainty butterfly...
Disquiet even over a nectarine pie,
Oft times the color allures;
A serrated edge attracts,
The stamen invite;
A pollinic conversation...
Little resting respite!

My mind flutters,
A distracted butterfly...
Does she not know;
She shall starve...
Concentration deprived,
Unable to trace the scent of the elixir;
That shall hold her high!?

My soul sees and seers,
What I seldom do not want to hear;
She feels more than I ever do,
Of all those moments,
Which I wish were untrue!

And even then she stands strong,
Without a tear,
For she knows;
Wet eyes and weak sighs,
Only makes paths -
Slippery and treacherous!

My soul strengthens the physical me;
In every prayer she weaves,
A new thread of belief,
A wrap for a lifetime;
Soon shall be stitched...
Keeping us and our faith warm,
Even beyond eternity!

Eyes stare...
Into nothingness,
The jigsaw of to be’s,
Arranges and rearranges;
Into an appeal of mirage...
Swelling the oasis of life!

And when the glare pierces,
Eyes blink;
The jigsaw settles,
Synchronized with reality;
Strengthening my mind...
To derive the quirky balance -
Between the could be’s ;
And the one that is!

Find yourself
Even in the clutter of chores
In the whistle of pressure cooker
In the clash of dishes and utensils

Search yourself
In the aroma of spices
In the color of vegetables
In the routines along the kitchen platform
In the rich gravies and the brew of juices!

Look out for yourself
In the clean mirrors
Along that fine line of kohl
In the strokes of the mascara
Over the gloss of lip shades
In that dot of bindi

Hold on to yourself
In the newness
With time, space and people
Evolve...not change!
Molt...not skin off!
Wear a new color over the base...de-color not!

Even in the dark
Can you not see thy radiant self
Glowing appraised from within!
You be your master
Look for traces of yourself
In your eye's mirror!

O’ woman….
Such an enchantress be you;
In your smiles,
You live warm!
You live charmed…
You enliven the aura of the Heaven!

O’ woman…
In your hands,
You hold the scepter; you rule!
You make and feed
You care your fawn,
You tend pain
And you pleasure thy lord!

O’ woman…
Your eyes, as mischief sparkles;
So does many dreams; Glitter!
Wake up…
Make them all true!
Go reach out the stars…
Give them some of your twinkle!

O’ woman…
In your being,
You paint a galaxy
Alive as if it were Lord’s scheme alone!

O’ woman
Heed yourself
Shed not those tears…
They be a waste
Don’t stain your pretty face…
Walk, trudge and explore
That pace of life..
In your mere presence;
You make
Everyone’s living possible!

O’ woman,
You be the gem…
Shining bright and true!
Preach your worth;
Priceless in measure!

Fear is the grey
That clogs over
Your eyes…
Blurred vision
And hazed outlook
Shall be served cold
Over your tray
Fermenting effort
Keeping away
Any sign of achievement!
And when you will
Want to jump over
A precipice
Your heel shall be locked
Anchoring your ankle
Making a statuette
Of your able stature

Fear is the grey
That magnifies the cloud
You shall not see
The bright line
For such shall be
The film covering your eyes
Flimsy and yet so blind!
And then you will
Stumble into a loop
Of never ending failure
The ring of ripple
Just getting larger!

Fear is the grey
Dampening the bright blue sky
For it shall decay
The season’s morale!
Signing the loser’s epitaph

Unbind your fears
For there lies the beginning
With every step
The mountain seems plainer
Underneath your shoes
You shall certainly find
Unbridled success!

And how did I slip,
Into the ecstasy of your arms;
Enveloping security,
All around me…

And how did it hypnotize me,
Into the pools of your eyes;
Piercing beyond the limits,
Of my black pupil…

And how did I learn,
A new pink shade of lips;
Feeling over mine,
Could be softer than feather…

And how did I feel,
The texture of your stubble;
Burning over my bare skin,
Could be a talisman,
Of my fantasy’s frontiers…

And how could my fingers,
Do all the talking;
Unleashing the strength,
That mesmerized me,
In an awe;
Resounded by gasping,
Pleasure…

And how did I loose,
All my way,
In the loops of sweet talk;
Until eyes took refuge,
Of sweet dreams;
I pray they shall awake true,
And be alive,
Until eternity at last!

That's a poet
Who sees the verve
Even in the pained nerve
Who sews with words
Re-igniting the sparks of love
Who can embalm pain
Without the motives of gain

That's a poet
Who can love the storm
For he can see
The sunshine beyond
He loves the drought too
That makes him want
Some showers of respite
He loves the bees and bugs
For they imprint the floral canvass
Of his imaginations!

That's a poet
Who embarks the journey
Of truth...of life...so real and yet unreal
He weaves a carpet
Between the real and virtual
He strengthens the genesis
For his words render a vision!
Immortal deeds
On the altar of timeless worship
By the mortal beings!

Even in the scabbard
The sword does not blunt
She sends a warn
When drawn out

Curve still sharp
Promises to hurt
An unruly beholder
She shall bleed you
Should you doubt her skills at all

Her forte does not wean
Even if your memory
Fails to recognize it
Even her silence is fierce
Do not encourage her to ring
She may just prove
All your fears!

Stranger...
I know you
Beyond the screens
Even in the silence
That surrounds me...
I hear you chuckle and laugh

Stranger...
Conversations we have
Only words unheard
Unuttered go by...
But they mean much more
Than the sound of spoken word
That resonates over my tympanum

Stranger...
Across the different metros
Sits you and I
Yet we connect and continue
In our journeys
To our own goals
Parallel paths drawn...
Yet some common thread
Linking us all

And I feel you
At one hand's distance..
That is the connection
I have..
Strange are the ways of communication
It dissolves strangeness
Into an unexplained acquaintance!

...and the last lap
Indeed shall be steep
Often rugged and slippery
With your tired eyes
You shall see the shining galore!

...and the last lap
Indeed shall test and try
But nay your spirit
You are the winner
Pull the strings of your effort together

...and the last lap
Shall be painful and tiresome
Every stitch in thy muscle
Every inch of your perseverance
Shall call for attention

...and the last lap
Can be a defying mirage
Do not quit
Just push beyond
And leap!

...and the last lap
Is where it all starts!
The truth of your beloved dream
Shall arise!
A golden charm!
Forever for you to behold!!

...and the last lap
Is where your story shall start!
Taking you way back in memory
To how it all started
As a midnight's dream
Deep in your pupil’s dark!

I wish I and my words
Could espouse
Together we can
Spell, spin and sing
Through more than
Just seven lifes

I wish I and my words
Could make love
Taking the understanding
Of pleasures
Beyond the chasms
Of two bodies and souls

I wish I and my words
Could procreate
Many more smiles
Many more verses
Many more talks
That shall grow old
And yet continue
To flower and fragrance

I wish I and my words
Could travel lands
Unravel the mysteries
That maketh the man

I wish I and my words
Entomb in peace
So that when we are gone
We weave together
Memories for others
To sing
Recall and resound
Until the eternity!

Deep in the alcove
Of my being
I find an image
Within an image
Rediscovering myself
A facsimile
Adding only strength

Small
And still sure
That is my endeavor

I look within
For amity and strength
For conversations
With only me
As an audience
I find myself and
Smile…

I am the Matryoshka
Wooden beauty in the outside
Subtlety and charm
Moisten my core
On the inside.

Silence
Seeps,
Smile
Shrivels,
Serenity
Scattered,
Suspicion
Shivers,
Solace
Stolen,
Suffocating
Simple
Solutions;
... Sullen!

Scattered thoughts
As though they were fed
To the pigeon of my mind
on a free flight!

Still waters are sea,
Disturbed be the tsunami;
It is in our perception,
For allowing our thoughts to be!

Connections and commonness
Adds charm
Even to an acquaintance

Poetry...
A fragile emotion
Gestating
In the womb of my mind
Safe in the amnions
Of thin creativity
On the nib of my LAMY
It shall descend
For a verbose delivery

Acceptance
Accentuates
And
Accelerates
Alacrity,
Ambition,
Acumen;
Allowing
Astounding
Achievements
And
Accomplishments
All
Alive!

Even they did sow
A seed of love
They waited and deliberated
But the seed would not germinate
They wept
They prayed
They consulted and tested
But the shoot from the seed
In refusal, stayed within

It seared through her heart
To see other farms lush
Pain and pang both
While her being barren
Scared her
She withered!
A woman without a child
Can she not crumble?
sometimes self pity
Sometimes anger
An unspoken question
Forever would poke at her

Her feminity bore all
Concerns, questions, pain and ridicule
Still without loosing her will
She decided she would fight brave
Wage a war against luck!

Today she holds a babe
In her arms
Her smiles are young
Laden with warm promises
His eyes twinkle and dream at distance
Their wait is blessed
And so is the soul
Now with parents, protection
Love and care

A family framed
A new legacy waiting to be made!

The pen romances
The blanks of paper
Inking a love-bite
To be read
And deciphered
By generations
To come
A tale of love
Is writing
As one heart pours
And another reads
To derive
An ode.

Reach out
Extend your palm
There is so much love
Soak it in your fine lines

Reach out
Shine the twinkle in your eyes
There is so much detail
Awaiting your appreciating gaze

Reach out
Smile
There is such a vibe
Let there be a field
Enthusing positivity

Reach out
Hug your brethren
Let the goodness
Through your embrace flow

Reach out
To life
Feel its fullness
Bask in its grandeur
Even the dark canvass
Enlivens in a purple patch
Happiness lives in small enclave
Just peep down
And find its sparkle
Touch it then
To make an astounding miracle!

Crossroads are meant for meeting
Why contest?
Their diametrical being!

That thin smile
Of the growing moon
Highlights the night sky
Even more
Than the full moon!

Low sun,
Long shadows,
A different perspective,
New stories of -
The umbra and penumbra.

And in the folds
Of every heart
Is a nave
That ends in an apse
Of reminiscence
Sacred and august

An apse to be trudged
Only by the beholder
To perform
Not very often though
A little prayer

For this corner
Is an ether
Volatile even by a thin lustre
As it lights bright through
The shades of retina
The altar of the sacred corner
Is ablaze; all aglow

A trickle of single tear
And sanctified smile
Often unnoticed yet appear
So close just
Yet away from the world

The altar of memories
Is cherished year after year
Seldom to be mass opened
And yet for a pure prayer

An adieu is
A trace of new beginning

An adieu lays foundations
For creating new memories
To cherish and share

An adieu is
A reason to fondly recall
Rendezvous

An adieu is
Just one step away
From a soon coming hi

So dear confrere
Do not rue an adieu
Time shall soon fly by
As the bye becomes
A fresh hi!

We set out from our homes
With aspirations bright
A bag pack of skills
And a sceptre of perfection
A potion of blessings
To keep company
We are complete.

Through the low nights
And during the blazing noons,
Through the hard needles of showers,
Until we reach the land of flowers,
We unravel
Secrets of the deep and the dark
We gain and yet sometimes loose
We fathom
Through the layers wise
And make our axioms

On a quiet night however,
When we plunge in retrospection
A star shines bright
Connecting and completing the picture
We are but one glowing dot from the many
And the canvass completes
With the treasure of family lineage
All encompassing and strengthening
A synecdoche of life.

Yellow sun
Royal blue sky
Nothing more to spy

The slice of moon shimmers
Through the mist of clouds
Over the silent seas
Caressing the asleep waves
Soothing the darkness away
Whispering strength
A halo in the dark edge
Peace Reassuring!

Even after decades
When music touches my soul
I feel her alive
In the rhythm that resonates
I hear her sing
In the silence that surrounds
The melody croons
But in the dark audience
I feel
My mother wraps her arms
Around me
In a warm embrace
As though I was still
Safe in her womb!

In that moment of symphony
I cherish her
Deep within my heart
I enliven her
In the pools of my eyes
I see her smile
In the thin air
Only if I could touch her back
In the way she caresses my thoughts

In the aria of music
As the notes reel
High and low
Thy pulse shall dance
With a rhythm
Such an unmatched fervor!

In the aria of music
While the symphony matures
A new game of romance
Rules the mood
Defying every holding loop

In the aria of music
The moment enriches
The thrill of the heart blooms
Into a new season
Unbridled joy shall stay
Caressing every heart beat!

In the aria of music
As the lyrics hum
In your own self
You shall be complete!

There comes a time,
When a task prevails.
Challenging our skills,
Urging us to push,
From deep within;
To explore...
Through the dark spell,
Until we find light!

And then begins a journey...
Sometimes high and sometimes low,
Often worries crease a brow,
And then again
Laughter springs alive!
...new horizons
...new people
...new lifestyle
Expands the spectrum of life!
The chalice of achievement,
Glows with success
Through the days and nights,
Even while at work,
We make friends...
A parameter of home
Just redefined!

There comes a time,
When we have to bid,
Adieu
Pain reeks deep within,
But memories -
So fond...
So golden...
Forever shall gladden thy heart!
Spreading a smile
Keeping us connected
All through the distance!

Through the chequered opening
A colorful kaleidoscope presents
An array of lush green
A wisp of fresh breeze
A smiling sunbeam
An expanse of immaculate welkin

Through the chequered opening
I see,
A streak of rushing speed
A slice of broad wing
A naïve game of child
A glimpse of active time

Through the chequered opening
I stitch…
My work, my soul, my time

....the fence
a mere edge
between souls
sealed with words to connect

...the fence
where boundaries cease
and hearts melt
an ore to precious to be molded

...the fence
not a side to be chosen
over the face we sit and stare
into the twilight and through the dark
until the golden morn
letting it cleanse
the crass of our thoughts!

...the fence
a giver of a perspective
granting the onlooker
a perched dimension
and yet calm enough
not just for your tears
be strong even through the ringing laughter
its neutral stance
never just defined the end!

Dreams…
They dare;
Instigate…
Enough to investigate,
Where the moon hides,
On the dark nights?
Who rules the tides?
And who sways,
The wind’s might?

Dreams…
They push;
Beyond the holding ledge,
Plunge…
Into the dark,
As dreams possess,
A glow evident;
Iridescent firefly,
Cutting stark,
Across the dark!

Dreams…
Often invincible,
An invisible might,
Ruling the strengths,
Of a doing mind!
They bloom,
A trophy of truth,
Shining over the mantle,
Radium of life!

Into the virtual world
I get ******
Staring into the pseudo-reality
Liking stuff,
Commenting words
Whether it makes sense to others?
I often wonder

Into the virtual world
I get drawn
The bunds of rationality
Do not seem to hold on
Staring at happy faces
Thinking on updates
Do I seem to remember?
What around me is at stake?
Calling for immediate attention?

Into the virtual world
I often loose
Some vital perspective
Floating into thoughtful nothingness
Until I stumble
On the platform of hard earth
And when I rub my eyes
I see the dire need to resolve
What is real and unreal!

Let your step free
From the shackles of time
The alarms are dead
Skeletal in the rounds
Of the past
Let to rest

Breathe the fresh air
Tickling your face
Today…
It is full of youthful aroma
That shall touch and
Evanesce…

For indeed tomorrow
Is precious
Sow it today
In the soil of present
Nurture it
Nourish it
With ample dreams
Rich and fertile

But let not the omen of past
Ever shadow it

We have come along
From yesterday until today
But the seasons of the morrow
Await –
That’s the canvass
Unblemished
Untouched
Outlines of past
Can definitely be re-brushed

Unchain the spirit
Undo the time
If we move today
Tomorrow evening
We can pause
Look back
And smile!
Radiating content
With energies more divine!

Plunge into the pool,
Knowing that the waters,
Will be cool.
That the tides may betray,
That the current may stray,
That the floor may slip,
And in deep waters;
You may have more to do,
Than just wade.

Plunge into the pool,
Even through the dark,
Have faith on your strength;
You shall reach the island!
Bask on the sun kissed sands,
Wear the blankets of stars,
You shall find -
Prince charming with open eyes,
But to be in his arms,
You shall have to win,
The currents of time and
Beat the monster of doubts;
However strong!

For now I know I must -
Tame the timidity,
Of my mind.

Channelize the kinetics;
Into a beam of energy,
Directional and definite!

Cutting the crap,
Of unnecessary detail;
Delivering a crisper form!

For now I know I must -
Sharpen the vision,
Of my mind.

Seeing beyond the clutter,
And the shown;
Into a picture,
I know and want to admire!

For now I know I must -
Delve into the depths,
Of my mind.

Revealing the chaos of the form,
Organizing it in symmetry;
Pleasant to trace and redraw,
A canvass of memory;
That shall adorn,
The museum of my life!

For now I know I must -
Tame the timidity,
Of my mind.

Channelize the kinetics;
Into a beam of energy,
Directional and definite!

Cutting the crap,
Of unnecessary detail;
Delivering a crisper form!

For now I know I must -
Sharpen the vision,
Of my mind.

Seeing beyond the clutter,
And the shown;
Into a picture,
I know and want to admire!

For now I know I must -
Delve into the depths,
Of my mind.

Revealing the chaos of the form,
Organizing it in symmetry;
Pleasant to trace and redraw,
A canvass of memory;
That shall adorn,
The museum of my life!