the moments stretched
from no-where to no-where
the never ending river of night
on this bank, gathering
my incomplete fluttering dream
orphan seeking a little space
in the boat of sleep
*manasi,
the morning star is fluttering
like the mischievous destiny.
let not ----
the dream like a broken tune
and the strings of tides like a frozen fate.
manasi, oh! manasi !
do not be a mirage of ecstasy!
let the dream not be a dream
let the desire be not a desire
let this journey not be an exile
time is melting, no, it is an illusion!
in fact----------------------i am melting !
--------- from no-where to no-where!
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MANASI --- THE PERSONIFICATION OF HEART

the synonym of pain is PAIN only

your breath
like the spider
crept on my chest
the imperishable desire built
the omnipotent web deep in soul
to make my emotion as
the wing of helpless insect.

if a nest is knocked down
many can be built
if one night is set
many a blooming night
will be on the branch of time
but --- the dream
that cannot be conceived and
rattling in the net of sleepless night
sure, is a prattle on the lips of a cynic !!!

to dream
nothing is needed
except the burning desire
and the rage of tides in rib-cage ---- but,
when the thorn of night
goes on pricking the heart of sleep--
when the tears of dew
rolling down the cheeks of confused sky--

the synonym of pain is the PAIN only

when eyes are floating in darkness
like two innocent paper-boats
meaning of everything seems absurd-- and
pain appears to be the the only compass !!!!

One on the bough above
The flower waving its petals !
The other low near to earth
The bud wagging its head !
The winks spread the fragrance
Let the passion float !
The shore is too near to the hearts dipped
In the tunes of love's nector!
For the minds caught in the sound
Of glittering stones, it is never found!
One on the bough above,
The other low near to earth !
The fragrance celestial spread all around
Make each realise, how melody of life
IS TO BE !
Even thorn wishes to shape into tender desire!
Roaring gales like to blow low through flute!
One on the bough, the other low near to earth!
The fragrance celestial spread all around!
Even hard stones melt to flow with joy!
Let the world be a garden of LOVE!
Let the melody of LIFE spread all around!

if the cloud
exits from the stage absurdly leaving the confusion--?
if the seed
shrivels in the green-room like a meaningless season--?

if no celebration of germination? it is painful -- so, painful

if -- existence of no dialogues, no emotions, no encounters
no colour scheme, no tantalizing episodes, no appeasing music?
the sky and the soil as the actor and spectator
if no purification of souls after annihilating each other--?

if no event of rejuvenation? it is painful -- so, painful

the stage of disdain -- only the disdain
that is the tragedy -- that is the sin !!!

you and i
like the eye and eye-lid
if not brawling and embracing
how the world be a scenic charm ?

you and i
like the cloud and seed
if not flowing like the rivulets in veins
if not raging like the life in grains
how could you and i
split into million future dreams ?

you and i
be the rain of some memories
be the offering of some poems
before planting our mortal frames...

if not----
that is the tragedy .. that is the only tragedy
if you and i cannot offer ourselves to germination----
that is the tragedy ... that is the sin...... !!!