My  head,   your  ***** tangle

let
your  heartbeats ,    my  tears  mingle.

Two bodies one soul
         we ve attained our ultimate goal..........

Flowers are
blooming by the banks…
river dry…


Chirping birds…
colored evening hue…
dark night.


Just in time
You are my darling my love…
my coffin' s ready!..

Is this the ending.......
or a lesson to grasp..
to start a new beginning?

East or West, oriental or occidental
whether a cowboy, an English bobby or Indian Sadu....
If science fictions come true,( usually
they do) we are just stupid earthly aliens with internal conflicts..
Hope the human race awakens to this
truth some day

Passion crowns the boom of economy
......... taking life to material comfort and success.

But times like these teach human society thrives on the compassion
...........to survive in recession and stress.

From the sleep of routine from everyday
From the race of rats from today
From the unachievable dreams of material
From the ambitions that are not so real
From the attempts so futile
From the feelings  so fragile

Let me awaken O Lord into the dawn
                      of real life!

Life they say is deceptive
Maybe it's true...
Peak of success gives view so seductive..
& failure arrives without clue.

Happiness now seems so elusive
Yet falls in your hands from the blue.
Pain which then  was  so passive..
sticks to you  like glue.

Ignorant you were of fear, now is active...
recovering  all its pending dues.
Yes  truly  life is deceptive......
can't predict its rainbow hues!!

Rolling down my cheeks the tears  of pain
Are now diluted by the pure fresh drops of rain

The chains just clink n clank
as the breeze swirl around..

Mind enchained  n thoughts blank
Smouldering silence n no sound..

And to them pessimism n grief flank
__ thirst for freedom now abound..

Chains  broken by mind frank
    the thoughts free fall on ground..

Now....the clank is jingle
                       the blank single
                           the flank mingle.........
                with ground around n
                Sound abound my thoughts
                             ARE.   FREE!!!!

Walking  on  the paths of small town
       nestling in green hills  and  dales
                                 I  am  living.
Smelling the freshly cooked  bread
       and  the  fragrance  of   flowers
                            ...I  am  living.
Feeling  th­e warmth  of loved ones
      and the splash  of cool river water
                    .....Oh yes I am living.
As the sun  sets  and night  arrives
        in  the serenity of moonlight
                                  I softly fall asleep


Travelling far in quest of knowledge
       and    perfect  budding  career
                                 I  am   living.
In the  buzz of city life  and   ah yes
           a fat  pay packet n elite life
                            ...Oh  yes I am living.
Racing the rat race    through  the
   traffic,pollution  & unending stress
                   ----Oh God I am still  living.

As I  disconnect  communicating devices..  
...in the bright night of the city lights              
    ....on the soft bed waiting  for sleep
                       --------------I  LAY  AWAKE
                                                
                 Oh God  I  am  still  living!

Mixed and messed,
Silent but stressed,
Winner or vexed.
Life is.....
Doomed yet blessed!!

let my spirit enliven today
let it come out of the dark
let it feel light and gay
and have that lively spark

let my spirit awaken today
let it forget the past and all that is wasteful
let it neither think of future in dismay
and learn to make its present purely beautiful.

THY WHO KNEW ME
PUT ON THE MASKS
AND I FOLLOWED THEE,
AND ALL OF YOU THEE
NOW RIDICULE  ME......
LAUGHING THEE ARE
BUT ..AT THE MASK...
DO YOU THINK YE
REALLY KNOW ME......?

So here I am again ...........
snearing so you are at my return?
I can feel your smug triumph
saying to me
where were you hiding...
thinking that you are free from my clutches?

I never followed you neither sent
                                    an invitation!
Hearing this I bow down & say
  Ye..agreed ,all poets think poetry a shortway to woo their
prince or princess.
...........but truth is poems are witch1es!!

Her arrival  is  subtle
                       yet  so  enchanting....
never  the clock  else the calender
             can  ever  enslave  her.

Yet her arrival is painfully shattering
...the mind trying
                       to stop her in despair
and  heart  aching
                to embrace this maiden fair.

She  arrives  and with her come
                      the fascinating  dreams
                      the engulfing   passion....
                      the frightening  terror
        .the whole rainbow  of  emotion!

The heart is  conquered and  the
                                  mind encroached.
Yet  her song  is  sheer  melody..........
        her love virtuously  true..........
        her beauty  virginally pure....
        her passion valiantly brave..
        her  touch  passionately soft.

She  possesses  you  completely
and .....she  your  precious ....possession!

Oh... so you have arrived again.
With you come....
all anticipations but with apprehension vain!
Essence of life thou are......
softly obscuring the sun & moon
Oh please spare this season the disasterous stormy pain.....

No matter how ye  arrive, you are always welcome...
Oh monsoon!

O should  I or  shouldn't
Oh did  I  or  didn't
Oh  would  I or  wouldn't
Can  I or  I  can't
O God  throw  out the  I
And  just do  what  you  want

THE WAVY DELICATE VINE          
  CLUTCHING  FOR SUPPORT...
SWINGS THEE  WITH THE BREEZE  
             IN AN INTIMATE RAPPORT...

BOWS  DOWN  WITH THY OWN  WIEGHT
                 FROM THAT POINT  SO HIGH ....
OH  HAVE  I  ......BLOSSOMED YE FINALLY SAY
                  WITH A CONTENDED  SIGH............

Do not shed a tear...be it anyone dear
Because  in this world........
                     there is no value for tears
The world clings on to you in your high
then  the tide ebbs  and all you hear is your own sigh.
Do  not cry in this world even if  you
falter
for in this  materialistic  world, your
         tear is just a drop of salty water.

just  three words
written just for you
form the core of my heart
just that......i love you

Passion o passion
   I challenge  thee
Ye the wildest  fury
The  deepest  desire
The  strongest  ambition
    The  finest  triumph
             Enslaving the world on your terms.
              
.....and me   a just
                 A fragile  feeling
                 A soothing  touch
                 A beating  heart
     A weakest  emotion called  LOVE
         &   willingly the world  gets enslaved .

So here I am again ...........
snearing so you are at my return?
I can feel your smug triumph
saying to me
where were you hiding...
thinking that you are free from my clutches?

I never followed you neither sent
                                    an invitation!
Hearing this I bow down & say
  Ye..agreed ,all poets think poetry a shortway to woo their
prince or princess.
...........but truth is poems are witches!!

Unloosen,unwind n keep worries
                                                   brief
  my ***** your lips

Lighten the burden without any
                                                 grief
    then see how life leaps....

WILL YOU COME...
ALONG THE WAVY PATH
THROUGH THE DARK FOREST
OVER THE GREEN HILLS..
AND OH QUITE FAR AWAY!
TO SEARCH BY THE SEA SHORE
THAT BOTH OF US LOST ON THE WAY?

Yes  GOD  

                    I  have  decided  to
                          
                              LIVE   again  through

                                               WORDS!