Song of Monsoons…

The moon drifted ashore, hiding behind clouds..

Prattle-prattle the rain pelted, showering upon the seas...

Trickling dancing droplets of water singing away

The Song of Monsoons!  

The sea waved to and fro,

Slowing mellowing the tides ashore,

The sea then gushed and roared aloud

With the waterfall dancing in all grandeur!

The raindrops then dripped through the lanes and fields

To seep into the mud so thirsty and drained

And leaves drenched green and glazed so bright

Bathed in the sweetness of the rainy shower night!

The rivers flowed plenty and felt mouthful

Crystal clear and with the fresh water bed…

All so colorfully soaked and drizzly drenched

Cooling the soul and reliving the young…! 

Expressions take wings!

Emotions stood standstill,

Like the leaves that shall not sway in the mild breeze,

Kissing them tenderly and soft…

The leaves just smiled in all grandeur, grew and then fell…

Happiness engulfed in me, many a times

Sometimes suffocating, sometimes sweetening,

And I stood idle, my pen shall not move,

In the mist of emotions, that left me so confused.

Miracles, my belief always

life taking shape as the  heart whelmed,

Smoothing and sliding through,

Easily, everyday a seeming reality…

And my mind still crunches hard to break

The feelings to words,

Standing still, emotions felt but unexpressed…

And now I shall drift through my thoughts, undying energized.

The aura of being oneself and tinge of delight

Shall waken up my day, full of expectations

Happiness, joy and love, unlimited, Staying throughout,

now expressed, and left to take off and flutter with glee 

My Solicit Dream

Unto you, my solicit dream,

That forecast, beyond thoughts immersed

Sloping, rather sifting through, those panels to and fro,

Of mild breeze and a dusty storm.

Unto you, my heart lay triumphed,

Delirious, foggy thoughts

You were just here, meant to be, a visible trance.

To be within, not a second a miss throughout my journey.

Destiny, its called, sometimes it ought to be

Thy presence, thoughts, memories, suffocates, chokes my throat,

And I clench to survive,

Breathe hard, look deep, cry aloud.

Yet, unto you, the heart cannot stop,

Every moment passing by, the feelings of the heart

moves ahead miles. Just mine, solicit dream, you still choke,

And I rise within with a free air lifting your spirit so high.

Unto you, my solicit dream,

You may live in me till I leave into ether,

Where our destinies shall meet once again,

Only to live forever more.

The Caged Bird

I am a bird,

Caged in this mesh, the mesh of insecurity,

Speculation, disbelief and doubt…

I am a bird,

With many a feathers, feathers that rise,

Fly high, and spread aghast to eternity…

I am a bird,

With a mind to dream, dream of unseen horizons,

Farther lands, the ultimate sky, the deep sea…

I am a bird,

Who wishes to fly, fly so far beyond wonders,

So much to see yet, so much to know…

I am a bird,

Whose feathers have been cut, now strangled,

In this unending mesh, so confused, unable to fly…

I am a bird,

Who wishes to break, break the fog of this choking uncertainty,

A see with my eyes, clear and clean, the world beyond the closed cage…

I am a bird,

Whose thoughts have been blocked,

Blocked in the hurdle of fear and anxiety…

I wish to fly, rise high,

Sing my song aloud, dance my will around,

To be free again, in this big wide world…

Kith, Kin, Filth and Sin

The world aghast, once kith n kin

Faces many move around, some foes, some allies

The chains that bind together, now also strangles to death,

And the kith and kin wear the mask of bare cut throat filth n sin.

The nights shadows, as stories said,

The dark is eerie, pitch scary and dead,

The ghosts in the bushes will choke your breath

And tear you apart into pieces, spread flesh, bones and blood…

The stories are not mere tales oh Dear!

The tales have taken life, breathing toxin and nails to tear

It will strangle, smother, throttle, and leave us pushed down, devastated.

And will laugh behind, mocking, as though our hands would not rise up, defeated.

Ah! That is now gone, the days when the mind fails,

As the anger, unjust, disorder, all cumulate and hit the brim of our throat, hail!

We would scream, hands risen, the power now, enormous, the mockers shall fear

the masks shall be torn off, scattered into pieces, those mocking faces, of power, ruthless power…

the young are the silent, silent like the dormant volcano,

erupting shall destroy, together or in bits, the growing injustice,

that is still mounting, like a racing horse, callous rulers with the rider,

Oh You, rulers, shall you realize, the world shall change, and your filthy masks shall be burnt!

I am You...

You're my rain that has still not stopped pouring,
pouring down the moving shadows, mellowing, sometimes
heavy, sometimes shallow, drizzling slowly and falling
drops creating ripples, spreading ultimately just disappearing...

You're my breeze that fondles me, embracing all the time
like the wind at the sea shore engulfing the horizon with love
you're just around me, and I breathe you into me,and I just lay behind,
leaving myself so free, to fall into your hands, so safe...

You're my endless dream, of hope and adoration
my prayer everyday to keep me smiling, like the happy flower
that bloomed in the garden, so pretty, mild, and elegant,
only to bloom again, into eternity, of that endless dream...

You're the sunshine of my dreams, that I awaited,
so long, dreaming, feeling, just seeing in front of me...
that presence, so divine, so pure, gripping my thoughts, emotions,
so much close to me, now merged into your love, serenity...

You're my shadow that is still travelling along,
moving with me through my paths, always together,
holding my hands, never separate, so much so inseparable
my shadow just plain and clear, you are me...

Against Contradictions

My drifting thoughts, once and again,

It drifts, sways to and fro and sometimes

Slips into depths, but I hold them

Back gripping my hold, so soft

And tender, so mild and meager.

My thoughts often wander into contradictions,

So many truths which stay so aghast

In front of me, but my thoughts somehow

Reassure, with a feeling of certainty, the

Non-existence of those contradictions.

The small portion of my mind, holds a dream

So strong and its desire overwhelmed

And I dream, as though in trance and

Chant my words of prayer, so true and wanted

And I feel passion can overcome facts.

In this new phase of my thoughts, the

Newborn aroma and hope, assuring, brings

Me into an avenue of expectations,

Of my prayers just so blissful, and happy

And swaying, now much less than before.

It is as though a flute, singing its music unto me,

Filling me with the hope for that future

That I dreamt, so much and still

A dream that is on the way of fulfillment,

The mind says it all to me, a sense, happiness, hope and desire.

Mockery

My mind is scorched, and dry in this

Unbeaten heat, so parched

And cracked, breaking through

My veins intact.

And it is tight and pressure just

Heaving up and raising high,

And a sense of breathlessness is engulfing me

So much twisting my neck, so hard.

The breeze once so cool, shriveled and

Chill, now it beats on my face,

So sharp, the coolness is only a feel of numbness,

A feel? No, sans-feel…

The flowers only stood so still and

They no longer swayed or danced, smiled,

Or sang their once so beautiful songs

For me, now in this midst of unearthing solitude…

A sense of fear, so chilling, as though

A prickly ice point sliding through my veins

With the coolness to melt, yet with the

Sharpness to wound me and pacify with the cold…

This phase, just glaring onto my face,

And the mockery of those dolls in front of me,

I look at them and they at me, I stay motionless,

numb, and they, they laugh their clown-ly laughter at me…

My Incandescent Lamp

I’ll write this poem of love for you,

My incandescent lamp, that you

Glow with every passing moment, into

The avenue that is sweet laden and so sober

I’ll write this poem of love for you,

My breath of life, that you

Engulf me with passion, so dear and

Enduring in my smooth and sometimes rocky road

I’ll write this poem of love for you,

My sugar candy, that you

Pamper me and my life with all

Adoration, in my path of life and eternity

I’ll write this poem of love for you,

My companion, that you

Walk with me in every step, and smoothen

My journey to live my everlasting life with you

I’ll write this poem of love for you,

My dear, that you

Rekindle every moment to keep me at pace

To help me relive the aroma of the beautiful life showered on me…

Exuberance

When I look into your eyes, so deep and blue,
I see heavens unfolding and the deep sea,
So calm and silent, and peaceful, just pacing itself
To look at me, into mine, with the twinkle so dear and elating

It feels like the essence of a drop of water that fell drop
From the rose petal, so red and sweet, and
It fell onto my lips that was drenched so dry, only to wet it
With the honey biting sweetness that it held in that drop…

Ahead of me there is a road, where I see my hand held
So tight with yours and the shoulder that I lean on so firm
Like the strands on a peacock feather, so beautiful,
and more beautiful as the rain dances on…

When I look into your eyes, so deep and blue
I see the depths of the emotion that you have for me,
And every second when I hold myself to you,
The eyes that I see seem like the feathers of my angel cuddling me safe…

This elation that you make me feel,
A sense of exuberance into the multitude of happiness
I feel as though my head is floating, in the heaven on earth,
Being in your arms of, the guardian of my life, the angel, you,
The angel of my life…

…and the String Broke

And the string broke,

Leaving the note unfinished and half-sung…

So beautiful was the song that was playing

That every ear wanted to hear more of it and enjoy the bliss

And it sung into higher peaks and sometimes went low, but

It always kept singing, as though it would never end…

And I was floating in that slenderness feeling overwhelmed

Yet everything was just to fall and break like a brittle glass…

And the pieces scattered so wide and away

And I walked over it, only for my feet to bleed and fill the floor with

My passion of love, red,

It slaughtered into the depths of pain that my mind could hold

Repetition was just repeating, and I never got the answer to

Why only pain was following me, bereavement,

I wished the song could replay…replay in my ears till I die…

Alas, the string is broken, yet an unsung song, may it replay…

And She left! My Odyssey

She came just like a drizzle on a summer morn,

to soggen me, the parched and dry.

Her eyes would drip honey dew like

some very sweet song I was waiting to hear.

And her song would engulf me into a stance of unending joy,

colourless and subtle.

Her words just spoke about togetherness, where I was there throughout

In every utterance she made and my ears just longed to listen to Her,

her magic in the voice she gave just that way she joined my Odyssey

into the journey of eternal love

and my minds hands gently held hers firm promising

never to let go of the angel.

She never lamented over anything uneasy,

her eyes only twinkled with love that seemed never ending.

Her movements and pace just kept me smiling, only until a disturbing

knot began to strangle us together.

The bonds that bound were too hard to break

and I was motionless in that multitude of emotions.

I saw her weep in the depths of her sorrows where her heart was aching

as though it was smothered

I just stood stone like, in between my life, myself and her

and in the distance I saw, I saw her walk away,

Alas! leaving my journey of eternal love, Alas! leaving...my odyssey..

Street Alone

The street that lay in front of me, lay stretched

Into a foray of dreams that seemed unreasonable

And then the twinkling sparkles of thoughts

Dwindled within to tell me those dreams may be real.

In the wake of the hour when all seemed blue and hazy

In my vision, when all the things I could see only blurred and faded

Into some distance that I could not see

And then went away into a diminishing street that lay in front of me

Some thoughts that crossed my mind were just so reassuring

And some were pricking like thorns inside.

It was another myriad of a dream that seemed

Shaky and unreal, yet a hope that remained so tight inside

There was no one in sight in front,

The street that I was travelling suddenly became empty and

I walked alone with no one beside, and it was like a trance,

a state that I never wanted to feel, yet I was forced to undergo.

The Chilled Drink

In this sunny bright morning,
When the rays of the sun just drop into my room through the
Panelled window on my left,
I can see sprinkles of colourful dust falling through them…

And the slight breeze, warm and stroking me with the slight heat
I feel like a floating petal on the bowl filled with water
The coolness beneath me makes me even happier in this breezy day
The breezy day of the heated sun

As I see a chilled glass of extracts, so sugary and sweet
And waiting to be gulped by me,
The tongue tingling juice just drips into me and I take it in
Feeling so overwhelmed and enthusiastic of the coolness that is spread in me

And the sun, just doesn’t seem to hide away,
He just shows how much he wants to be here, just be with
And not leave, and there he gives all that he can
In full amounts, just bright, skin scorching heat…but, that in his eyes, affection!

Mask

Even when the bond of love held me so tight

And tangled itself into a knot that seemed unbreakable,

And I felt as though the ultimatum of my life had reached,

Silent prayers yet were chanted for a fear that lay instilled.

Wasn’t expected to strike so hard and right into my heart,

Like a piercing arrow just digging deep and splurging out the red, red blood

And I felt as though my heart could absorb no more

And it heated up so high, only to melt away into nothingness.

Just feels as though the triumph to end up on a happy note,

Was just not mellowing into a peaceful river, and it felt as though

more prickly stones were thrown and thrown only to strike me so hard

and still so beaten, so soggy in the tears that dripped down my eyes , a hope still remains.

As saturated as one can get, where no more can be absorbed,

Everything else just seems to hit the periphery and bounce back into ether,

And my heart overflows, and tumbles, broken, and it weeps to find no ending,

And yet,

I wear the mask of happiness, just smiling away into the deeper depths of painful sadness.

Love Feels like This

I can feel the ecstasy of your breath,
Just so close to myself, as though the fog
Gently dripping into the misty dream of sweet love
Your hands so firm in mine, and held with a grip
That promises it all,

In the showery evening, when the rain drops gently fall
Beside me, as though wanting me to drench myself into you,
And when we lither into the depths of an unending bond,
Holding us so tight and binding us with the chains of emotions, so secure
That no breaks can break the relationship we share.

I can feel the smothering exuberance of plentiful love,
Just surrounding me and drifting through the days of my life
And giving it a meaning it never had, making me smile everyday,
And I feel speechless, when we are so secure with ourselves,
In this sweet laden life, of delicacies, fragrance, honey and love.

Love, like it never was, overpowering the self that I had,
Into a multitude of dreams, once forecasted, sometimes forgotten
Often wanted to be remembered…
Now it all just comes into this array of never ending sweetness,
And I want to float like this, seamlessly, never wanting to let go,
Let go of you…

My Floating Zone

In the zenith of untold mysteries,
As the smoke and fumes rise high above
And whisk away into the eternal rays
Where the light streaks and peeping colours mix into a dangle

I float on the ethereal sun,
The zone where everything seems so vivid and
Haze-free and where many mysteries untold,
Unfolds into reality and truth not foreseen.

I can see many tears around me weeping
And wiping away little drops of sadness
Into the multitude of dreams and lost hopes
I can feel myself still lost and expecting…

This zone where everything seems endless and possible,
My dream and fragrant sorrows,
Sometimes float through myself
As though hiding away behind a transparent mask…

She’s my Lily

As the fragrance spread through the mildest stroke
Of wind that passed by my side,
I heard the chisel sound of her bangle, slightly dangle
Near my ear, so sweet a song that kept ringing on and on…

And then her voice whispered slight chants of melody
Which spoke like a fragrant lily waiting to drip a drop of honey
On the pathway, down the lane that was spread with
Rose petals, many a colour, red, yellow, pink, and white…

When her hands just crept on to mine, I could notice,
As I gazed into her eyes, which told me stories many,
That her eyes smiled, and chanted few words that only souls could hear
Into a sea of eternity, endless, deep and manifold.

And then, it echoed in my ears, that she was my Lily,
the flower that bloomed in my life, and which stayed afresh
like a sinking fragrance that sank into the depths of my soul
slowly engulfing me into an aroma that sweetened drip by drip
in this sweet laden gift, called life, through which I live now, everyday…

The Deliberate Coincidence

Beyond the mesh, of unprecedented lives, and parallel hopes,

A longing that wanted to be,

To hold close to heart forever, when vowed,

Circumstances, had then foreseen the happiness to not to follow.

And then in the mesh of different thoughts, and different life cycles,

Where every human thought is linked with the other,

A deliberate yet silent attempt to bring the future into my hands,

And then the aura of commonness and togetherness took shape.

When the universe just acted in favour, like wishes being granted for granted,

The frequency of thinking and the bond of understanding,

Just sped into like a virus leading to an epidemic

Only to realize, in the forerun, that indeed, an epidemic is a disaster.

Why when all the chains in the mesh were linked so beautifully,

Some didn’t behold the strength, some were coated with beliefs and superstitions,

And those just dominated, to rust away the bond,

and the chain of sudden coincidence was just broken down, alas!

As all the events have a happier ending,

The better end was sought for, where no-one was to be seen upset,

Though the prick lay, wounded, the happiness took a turn

To make a consolation, where happiness had to be deliberate, yet from within.

The Summer Mist

The orangish tinge of lime fruits in the orchard

Tripped through my tongue tip,

Like a streak of bitter-sweet-sour thought just taking a

Glimpse through my wandering mind.

And the morning, an unusual dew filled the air,

Engulfing the space with a snowy coolness, and a gush

Of mild wind just stroking my hair like someone

Patting me down to sleep.

Somehow, time did not want to move, and pace forward

To see a pricking summer noon, and it stood still

In the morning dew, not wanting to drip the coolness in the air,

Like a child clinging on to his mother’s hand, not letting her go.

The mist in the air, once again swept the fragrance, and

I smiled at its happiness and joy, like an unexpected visitor

On a summer day, somehow, I wanting the summer mist to stay,

and not sway away and melt into the scorch of the heat, of the summer sun.