Ipseity

Am I just another wilderness

For you to wander,

Tantalizing redolent Lily

Beguiling girdling fetid stench,

Another song to supine your ears

Of the cacophony of inhumanity,

Audacious promenade to append

A pinch of ferment,

Just another impish stream

To quench your persistent thirst,

Another clover bedstead

To tranquilize your throbbing sinews,

Am I just another wilderness

For you to wander,

Or the only spiritual chant

That inches you closer to your lost soul…

Fragile Thread

What is it that you etched on skin?

Inking transcended beyond just surface

Entrancing luscious fervor

Affliction that left flustered

Cimmerian darkness brighter than any morn

Shadows of blue lotus on shimmering aqua

Dazzled by full moon night

More it’s acquired more it’s yearned

Vexation delectable than nectarous joy

All conversations seem lacking

Talking to self fixation now

Solitude beloved casting spell

Enduring wait relished as fortune

Coincidences mark an epic high

So much to speak

Frailty to utter a word

Timidity to look into your eyes

They keep promising eternity

Multitude

Arguments would be inane if only wise chanted

Woods would be silent if only best Bird sang

Ocean would be forlorn if only white pearls perched

Gardens would succumb if only crimson blossomed

Skies would be lurid if only one moon dazzled

Orchards would disorient if only apples ripened

Happiness would be trivial if only laughter chirped

World would be insipid theatre if only decorous breathed

Life would be puerile if only predictable transpired

The Quagmire

Let joy of sprouting of sapling withdraw sorrow of wilting of flower

Restitute depth of wound endured with peak of toil greased

Is angst of the benefactor elevated than chagrin of recipient?

Glory of deeds well done to compunction of evil committed

Sagacity of servility of waves to despotism of callous rocks

Inclination of the sunflower and declination of the stream

Mirth of a casual schmooze with opulence of smile shared

Circle of ephemeral life with triangle of faltering ménage

Rain Drops

Constant chatter of raindrops on the window sill

Provoke the cinched playful child within

Providing sail to long forgotten paper ships

Essence to the mutilated pulse

Striking ambrosial chord in an empty life

Reverberating the emotions of a lost heart

Bestowing hope to the dreamy eyes

And joy to the wandering gypsy birds

Bubbles of happiness in the bosom of earth

A whiff of spirit to the dying woods

Constant chatter of raindrops on the window sill.

Sylvan Escape

My heart dreams and dreams ostensibly,

Of a clover hut among the woods,

Distant from the scrambling city,

Abutting green precinct of nature,

Where soulful carols of Koel usher morn,

Hearty sunbeam illuminates the room,

Fragrance of wild orchids immerses lobby,

Butterflies visit balcony like childhood friends,

Squirrels play in garden like jovial children,

Fresh stream flows blithely in backyard,

Peacocks play ambrosial music to sky,

Where happiness dwells in vicinity,

And pain has no hold at all,

Friendship is abundant and true,

Courage and strength freely abound,

Lies, disloyalty and fear are unknown,

My heart dreams and dreams ostensibly.

When

When the Head is squeamish, the Body languishes,

When the Eye is frail, the Vision enervates,

When the Hand is shaky, the Guidance wobbles,

When the Leg is languid, the Journey sickens,

When the Heart is tender, the Soul writhes.

Who Knows?

Who knows if raindrop that mutated into a pearl wanted to lapse on the thirsty earth?

Who knows if flower on God’s crown wanted to adorn a maid’s black flowing mane?

Who knows if rice on King’s platter wanted to be in the beggar’s subdued bowl?

Who knows if luxury in shackles wanted to freely peregrinate the world?

Sometimes

Sometimes as kiss of morning dew on the flesh,

Sometimes as mysterious fog on the mind,

Sometimes as recalcitrant stream on the heart,

Sometimes as detached snowflakes on the brain,

Sometimes as indulging raindrops on the soul,

How many more marvels do thou hold for her? Sire!