Evening shadows
play last symphony to say
goodbye to the sun.
Candles set to dance
for another chilling night
under silent moon.
Life passing away
Between realism and dreams
like the shifting scenes.
Monday, December 3, 2012
His Journey
He moved into the attic the same day we met
Those deep-set brown eyes were nothing but pools of hurts, fear and anger.
There was something more than just what appeared at the surface.
We drove down in silence, each one wrapped in our own thoughts
There was an urgency and fear in his voice.
His eyes welled as he pressed my hand in his
To me he seemed in denial and shock
Life played many tricks but unlike this one
then he died a silent death never to return to this path
Those deep-set brown eyes were nothing but pools of hurts, fear and anger.
There was something more than just what appeared at the surface.
We drove down in silence, each one wrapped in our own thoughts
There was an urgency and fear in his voice.
His eyes welled as he pressed my hand in his
To me he seemed in denial and shock
Life played many tricks but unlike this one
then he died a silent death never to return to this path
Your Soul.
I scan your eyes
and see your lips
Ever waiting
For that eternal kiss.
I see your mind
As you hold me tight
I want you to be with me
Forever till eternal night.
I feel your hands
Gentle and kind
We're drawn together
By an everlasting bind.
I taste your love
Little at a time
To be with you
Is to commit no crime
I touch your face
So soft and warm
they are guiding lights
Through the most perilous storm.
and see your lips
Ever waiting
For that eternal kiss.
I see your mind
As you hold me tight
I want you to be with me
Forever till eternal night.
I feel your hands
Gentle and kind
We're drawn together
By an everlasting bind.
I taste your love
Little at a time
To be with you
Is to commit no crime
I touch your face
So soft and warm
they are guiding lights
Through the most perilous storm.
Joke in making - Humorous
They carry umbrae of fear around them
Assuming nobody will touch them
Wind laughs’ on their innocence
Light perforate their intentions
With closed eyes they walk the rope
The courage they try to emulate backfires at them
For the sake of “Nice to have things”
They losses the “Must to have basics”.
Love is another game for them
And life is another joke in making.
Assuming nobody will touch them
Wind laughs’ on their innocence
Light perforate their intentions
With closed eyes they walk the rope
The courage they try to emulate backfires at them
For the sake of “Nice to have things”
They losses the “Must to have basics”.
Love is another game for them
And life is another joke in making.
They say .....!!!!!!!!!
They say , human body is born soft and elastic;
and plants and trees are pliant and limber, when they sprout,
but after death both becomes inflexible and rigid and
I have seen many people with rigid mind and inflexible attitude,
What do I conclude? Are they dead?
They say, hard and inflexible are characteristics of death.
Pliant and flexible are characteristics of life.
The hard and inflexible will succumb.
The pliant and flexible will endure.
What do I conclude: Truth will succumb and falsehood will endure?
They say Infinity is the essence of all things
tangible and intangible.
It has no beginning or end.
What do I conclude for “My love” just Infinite?
Whereas it has sweet beginning and dead- end.
They say, the distinctions divide the oneness of Infinity into
extremes, which is the main source of confusion.
So what do I conclude - Is confusion the source of judgment,
And judgment the source of conflicts and wars.
They say, overvaluing goods creates the desire for ownership
and therefore creates the temptation to steal.
What do I conclude, world is corrupt because of overvaluation of
goods, people, race, caste and creed and above all nations.
And finally they say , Life on earth will pass away
but Infinite love will endure forever.
And I agree with them on this.
and plants and trees are pliant and limber, when they sprout,
but after death both becomes inflexible and rigid and
I have seen many people with rigid mind and inflexible attitude,
What do I conclude? Are they dead?
They say, hard and inflexible are characteristics of death.
Pliant and flexible are characteristics of life.
The hard and inflexible will succumb.
The pliant and flexible will endure.
What do I conclude: Truth will succumb and falsehood will endure?
They say Infinity is the essence of all things
tangible and intangible.
It has no beginning or end.
What do I conclude for “My love” just Infinite?
Whereas it has sweet beginning and dead- end.
They say, the distinctions divide the oneness of Infinity into
extremes, which is the main source of confusion.
So what do I conclude - Is confusion the source of judgment,
And judgment the source of conflicts and wars.
They say, overvaluing goods creates the desire for ownership
and therefore creates the temptation to steal.
What do I conclude, world is corrupt because of overvaluation of
goods, people, race, caste and creed and above all nations.
And finally they say , Life on earth will pass away
but Infinite love will endure forever.
And I agree with them on this.
Two Diamonds - Diamantes
Slavery
Pungent, Gloomy
Running, Thrashing, Sweating
Obeying Orders……Following Heart
Singing, Dancing, Celebrating
Cheerful – Pleasant
Freedom
*****************
Prejudice,
Small-minded, Hateful,
Disliking, Ignoring, Hurting
Ignorant, Resentful…Open-hearted, Worldly
Learning, Inviting, Loving,
Brilliant, Moral
Acceptance.
Pungent, Gloomy
Running, Thrashing, Sweating
Obeying Orders……Following Heart
Singing, Dancing, Celebrating
Cheerful – Pleasant
Freedom
*****************
Prejudice,
Small-minded, Hateful,
Disliking, Ignoring, Hurting
Ignorant, Resentful…Open-hearted, Worldly
Learning, Inviting, Loving,
Brilliant, Moral
Acceptance.
How they segregate !
To a law student
they preach that a gulf exists
between lawman and the layman
To an aspiring doctor
They preach how to treat a patient
And, what stands between them and him.
To a budding politician
they teach the art of political science
and how to lure innocent people for votes.
To an engineer
they show how logics and technicalities
help them to stand apart.
To a budding management student
they teach how to manipulate simple things
that may be done with ease.
To finance person
they teach how to translate everything to monetary terms
and bully other in the name of “Checks and balances”
To an insurer
they teach how to magnify the “Risk factor”
And capitalize the fear in humans.
Million Thanks to Almighty God
We are poets and have no such institutions to preach us
and are proud that we are still pure and untouched.
they preach that a gulf exists
between lawman and the layman
To an aspiring doctor
They preach how to treat a patient
And, what stands between them and him.
To a budding politician
they teach the art of political science
and how to lure innocent people for votes.
To an engineer
they show how logics and technicalities
help them to stand apart.
To a budding management student
they teach how to manipulate simple things
that may be done with ease.
To finance person
they teach how to translate everything to monetary terms
and bully other in the name of “Checks and balances”
To an insurer
they teach how to magnify the “Risk factor”
And capitalize the fear in humans.
Million Thanks to Almighty God
We are poets and have no such institutions to preach us
and are proud that we are still pure and untouched.
Freedom Exercised - Haiku
Winter’s morning sun
My emotion melts on the
frosty window pane.
I write with finger
To see the outside world
Naked translucent.
Nature amazes
In hot and cold of this life
Freedom exercised.
My emotion melts on the
frosty window pane.
I write with finger
To see the outside world
Naked translucent.
Nature amazes
In hot and cold of this life
Freedom exercised.
Give a call !!!!!!
Call me from the far end
I am still waiting for your call
Time passed by, wind went
birds born and flew,
ants marched past the mountains
from cocoon caterpillar emerged and flew
rain and sunlight greeted rainbow several times
and I am still waiting for your call.
Before I reach the egress of patience
And start to panic with unrest mind
And plan to wander from valley to valley
With emotions swinging up and down
And darkness surrounds with devil’s wings
Forcing me to deploy negativism
Come on give me the call......
I am still waiting for your call
Time passed by, wind went
birds born and flew,
ants marched past the mountains
from cocoon caterpillar emerged and flew
rain and sunlight greeted rainbow several times
and I am still waiting for your call.
Before I reach the egress of patience
And start to panic with unrest mind
And plan to wander from valley to valley
With emotions swinging up and down
And darkness surrounds with devil’s wings
Forcing me to deploy negativism
Come on give me the call......
Mystery Unresolved !!!
They say pigeon is a symbol of peace
Then why a country with so many pigeons
Is unrest and fighting wars?
They say peacock is sign of prosperity
Then why African counties with so many peacocks
Is below the poverty line?
They say God is very kind to them
Since they possesses many natural resources
Then why they try to control other countries?
They say God has blessed them with Oil and gasses
Then why they waste it on lighting the streets, whereas
The minds of people are still in darkness?
They say they have natural wonderland of beautiful beaches
Vivid landscapes, exotic flora and fauna with the awesome lifestyle
Then why do they suppress and deprive the rights to their original tribes?
They take pride in their culture, heritage and history
Always remains protective with spiky vigilance over all activities
Then why do they do things that surrounds in mystery?
Reached to conclusion on what they say and what they do are in contrast,
peace for them is another war, prosperity is poverty, natural resources
used for power control, lighting is to nurture the darkness
And yet all mystery remains unresolved.
Then why a country with so many pigeons
Is unrest and fighting wars?
They say peacock is sign of prosperity
Then why African counties with so many peacocks
Is below the poverty line?
They say God is very kind to them
Since they possesses many natural resources
Then why they try to control other countries?
They say God has blessed them with Oil and gasses
Then why they waste it on lighting the streets, whereas
The minds of people are still in darkness?
They say they have natural wonderland of beautiful beaches
Vivid landscapes, exotic flora and fauna with the awesome lifestyle
Then why do they suppress and deprive the rights to their original tribes?
They take pride in their culture, heritage and history
Always remains protective with spiky vigilance over all activities
Then why do they do things that surrounds in mystery?
Reached to conclusion on what they say and what they do are in contrast,
peace for them is another war, prosperity is poverty, natural resources
used for power control, lighting is to nurture the darkness
And yet all mystery remains unresolved.
A light without you
Let the light of our happy moments, shine like stars
I may need it while passing through the tunnel.
The journey is so long,
With so many ups and downs.
Let the spirit plagiarize me up,
And your remembrance slides me down.
This balance is needed to remain a humane
Else erupting volcano will make me wander.
We learned many lessons together in life
In all those situations which came to pass.
Let me revise it once again without you
And realise what differences it’s going to do
I know it’s going be a bumpy ride
Still, I am ready to stand and fight
I let all worries to evaporate in sky
This light I must carry without you, till I die.
I may need it while passing through the tunnel.
The journey is so long,
With so many ups and downs.
Let the spirit plagiarize me up,
And your remembrance slides me down.
This balance is needed to remain a humane
Else erupting volcano will make me wander.
We learned many lessons together in life
In all those situations which came to pass.
Let me revise it once again without you
And realise what differences it’s going to do
I know it’s going be a bumpy ride
Still, I am ready to stand and fight
I let all worries to evaporate in sky
This light I must carry without you, till I die.
Persistence
Every night I write poetry on sky
Using stars, galaxies and moon and
Every morning sun wipes it out
I will continue to write, let them continue to wipe.
Same applies to poetry.com.
Using stars, galaxies and moon and
Every morning sun wipes it out
I will continue to write, let them continue to wipe.
Same applies to poetry.com.
Closed doors - Haiku series
a contradiction
while converse on religion
reward on my head
Points misunderstood
analyzed with sacred books
Interpretations hooked.
Innocence they plea
God for them is not for free
Price they ask “usury”.
while converse on religion
reward on my head
Points misunderstood
analyzed with sacred books
Interpretations hooked.
Innocence they plea
God for them is not for free
Price they ask “usury”.
And you call it Love !!!
Warm cocktail of happiness and pain
Sometimes the eyes cannot hold this disdain
unsaid constricts and the volcano erupts
ending a painful conflict within
to shed the tears to ease on the burden.
There are days when you long for human touch,
that one hug from someone you love or
maybe from someone who loves you.
This is reassurance that you exist.
Reassurance of something deeper
than just frivolous playful words,
Love, not pity, not sympathy, nothing,
but the silent warmth of trust, care and togetherness.
It is strange feeling to love from a distance,
Strange and heart wrenching at times and
yet there it a sweet pleasure in it,
Pleasure of knowing, believing that someone thinks of you
worth it and a smile travels through the tears.
An instant flush warms you up and
then reality shows you the mirror,
The illusion fades away,
ultimately you see surrounded by “fear”.
Fear of things that have not yet happened and
maybe they even won’t, but you fear and
in that fear anxious heart cries for comfort ,
Comfort of that illusion, that mirage you call it love.
Sometimes the eyes cannot hold this disdain
unsaid constricts and the volcano erupts
ending a painful conflict within
to shed the tears to ease on the burden.
There are days when you long for human touch,
that one hug from someone you love or
maybe from someone who loves you.
This is reassurance that you exist.
Reassurance of something deeper
than just frivolous playful words,
Love, not pity, not sympathy, nothing,
but the silent warmth of trust, care and togetherness.
It is strange feeling to love from a distance,
Strange and heart wrenching at times and
yet there it a sweet pleasure in it,
Pleasure of knowing, believing that someone thinks of you
worth it and a smile travels through the tears.
An instant flush warms you up and
then reality shows you the mirror,
The illusion fades away,
ultimately you see surrounded by “fear”.
Fear of things that have not yet happened and
maybe they even won’t, but you fear and
in that fear anxious heart cries for comfort ,
Comfort of that illusion, that mirage you call it love.
How come ?
They say my heart is weakening
Yet my love is increasing, how come?
And they don’t answer it.
They say my eye sight is fading
Yet my vision is perfect, I ask how come?
And they don’t answer it.
They say my voice is not audible
Yet they clearly understand what I meant, How come?
Again they keep mum!
They say body can’t lift more than ten kilograms of weight
Yet I can move mountains with thoughts, How come?
They shows a blank face.
They say when I walk few miles, I am breathless
Yet my determination surpasses the bullet, How come?
They look towards sky.
They say my body actions have limitations
However, my wisdom is boundless, how come?
They close their eyes.
I know my body is growing and becoming weak
Yet my soul has full enthusiasm to drive me
to enable me to perform things beyond the body can think.
Yet my love is increasing, how come?
And they don’t answer it.
They say my eye sight is fading
Yet my vision is perfect, I ask how come?
And they don’t answer it.
They say my voice is not audible
Yet they clearly understand what I meant, How come?
Again they keep mum!
They say body can’t lift more than ten kilograms of weight
Yet I can move mountains with thoughts, How come?
They shows a blank face.
They say when I walk few miles, I am breathless
Yet my determination surpasses the bullet, How come?
They look towards sky.
They say my body actions have limitations
However, my wisdom is boundless, how come?
They close their eyes.
I know my body is growing and becoming weak
Yet my soul has full enthusiasm to drive me
to enable me to perform things beyond the body can think.
Once friends now bitter foes….
Life is moving on with days and nights
Sunbeams frisking new tricks, each day
And moonbeams refreshing old memories, each night
Once friends now bitter foes.
Don’t know what went wrong
Which wind blew the love and respect?
Which light brought the jealousy and hate
Good times enjoyed together, now all out for race.
Had it been healthy competition, he wouldn’t have mind,
Had he played fair games, he would have called it divine.
He was planning for back-stabbing, slander and malign
That really hurt him as he left him all alone to be fine.
Sunbeams frisking new tricks, each day
And moonbeams refreshing old memories, each night
Once friends now bitter foes.
Don’t know what went wrong
Which wind blew the love and respect?
Which light brought the jealousy and hate
Good times enjoyed together, now all out for race.
Had it been healthy competition, he wouldn’t have mind,
Had he played fair games, he would have called it divine.
He was planning for back-stabbing, slander and malign
That really hurt him as he left him all alone to be fine.
Just Strive - Haiku Series.
Never-ending search
For peace, harmony -Stumble
on righteous actions.
Knowledge and wisdom
Never ending search, emerge
from the divine source.
Life bid no respite
Struggle unavoidable
Never give – just strive.
For peace, harmony -Stumble
on righteous actions.
Knowledge and wisdom
Never ending search, emerge
from the divine source.
Life bid no respite
Struggle unavoidable
Never give – just strive.
Future in Making – Haiku series
The scent stick ignites
Remembrance of past glory
In present milieu
Our bubbly life boils
the inquisitive future
In present vessel.
Life, ready to sail
In turbulent present to
Make superb future.
Remembrance of past glory
In present milieu
Our bubbly life boils
the inquisitive future
In present vessel.
Life, ready to sail
In turbulent present to
Make superb future.
Yet Again - Series of Haiku
Your memory comes
and floats on moonlit water
to swim yet again.
Bubbles of bygone
Quivers memory storage
To prompt yet again
The lost rainbow love ,
recur with exuberance
marching yet again.
and floats on moonlit water
to swim yet again.
Bubbles of bygone
Quivers memory storage
To prompt yet again
The lost rainbow love ,
recur with exuberance
marching yet again.
Untold story - Rubiayat
Mysteries of the grave is unknown
heart announce that you came lived and now gone
the rustling of the branches whose roots suck the body's elements
silently speaks about the resting body in the tomb.
heart announce that you came lived and now gone
the rustling of the branches whose roots suck the body's elements
silently speaks about the resting body in the tomb.
The three devils.
When the night swallows the earth,
And silence surrounds everywhere,
And the darkness covers purity like tide on tide,
The three devils−slowly uncovers, like fragrance in air,
They appear upon the mountains.
And runs through the rivers;
The mist floats across their breasts,
And their heads rose in majesty above the world.
Then they speak, and like distant thunder
their voices rolls over the plains
and their wishful thinking flies with the wings
to the far away land where people are waiting
with lustful candles, to ignite,
Decently packed corked bottles, to uncork,
And to dance to the tunes of pride, arrogance and pomp.
Three devils shall preach whole night on emptiness
Leaving in confused state for lights, to try and purify whole day.
And silence surrounds everywhere,
And the darkness covers purity like tide on tide,
The three devils−slowly uncovers, like fragrance in air,
They appear upon the mountains.
And runs through the rivers;
The mist floats across their breasts,
And their heads rose in majesty above the world.
Then they speak, and like distant thunder
their voices rolls over the plains
and their wishful thinking flies with the wings
to the far away land where people are waiting
with lustful candles, to ignite,
Decently packed corked bottles, to uncork,
And to dance to the tunes of pride, arrogance and pomp.
Three devils shall preach whole night on emptiness
Leaving in confused state for lights, to try and purify whole day.
Promise me....
Before the slumbering sun woke up
And before the dawn breaks up
Confess to me that the night we spent together
Indeed, Left indelible mark to cherish forever.
I want you to promise me one thing before I go
Behind in galaxy, undone by the outshining sunlight,
That the rhythmic words of the song we set together
And the music we discovered you shall unleash to this world.
We set our soul like a flower that folds its petals when dark comes
and breathes not its fragrance into the phantoms of the night
if the earth that enfolded the victims of oppression in that lonely place
you shall sing those sorrowful tunes of suffering souls,
and will inspire me to talk again, I resorted to silence.
But if the people understood what silence reveals to them,
they would have been as close to God as " tears in their eyes".
And before the dawn breaks up
Confess to me that the night we spent together
Indeed, Left indelible mark to cherish forever.
I want you to promise me one thing before I go
Behind in galaxy, undone by the outshining sunlight,
That the rhythmic words of the song we set together
And the music we discovered you shall unleash to this world.
We set our soul like a flower that folds its petals when dark comes
and breathes not its fragrance into the phantoms of the night
if the earth that enfolded the victims of oppression in that lonely place
you shall sing those sorrowful tunes of suffering souls,
and will inspire me to talk again, I resorted to silence.
But if the people understood what silence reveals to them,
they would have been as close to God as " tears in their eyes".
Cradle to Grave ....
The graves themselves were covered by wild flowers and moss.
I stood there observing the scene that lay in front of me.
For a long time I kept staring at a headstone;
half covered with gray green moss,
It was the only one intact even though it had aged with time.
I tried to step a little closer to inspect
but found myself rooted to the ground.
A bunch of wild daisies fluttered furiously at the base
as if desperately wanting an escape.
It was bizarre because the breeze wasn’t that strong.
The flowers held my gaze.
A strange feeling of some past connection swept through me.
The effort and the feeling of déjà vu were now consuming me.
I felt as if my skull was about to crack open.
I looked at the sky; the shadow of the moon was slipping away slowly
either the time was travelling too fast today or
my eyelids had closed upon the day.
From cradle to grave life is crawling all the way.
I stood there observing the scene that lay in front of me.
For a long time I kept staring at a headstone;
half covered with gray green moss,
It was the only one intact even though it had aged with time.
I tried to step a little closer to inspect
but found myself rooted to the ground.
A bunch of wild daisies fluttered furiously at the base
as if desperately wanting an escape.
It was bizarre because the breeze wasn’t that strong.
The flowers held my gaze.
A strange feeling of some past connection swept through me.
The effort and the feeling of déjà vu were now consuming me.
I felt as if my skull was about to crack open.
I looked at the sky; the shadow of the moon was slipping away slowly
either the time was travelling too fast today or
my eyelids had closed upon the day.
From cradle to grave life is crawling all the way.
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