Conversations-2

Like flash you cross the mind

Inadvertently, unwittingly

Cardinal as quintessential Soul

Reminisces of my being

Breathing you, guzzling you

Grain by grain, drop by drop

Intoxicates the body

Flusters the mind

And makes pain look

So delectable …

Snow Clad Hill

White snow clad hill insidiously

Pines to be lustrous diamond,

Oblivious that every dawn and dusk

When virgin rays of Red-yellow Sun

Smack its summit fondly

It shimmers in such radiance,

That even coveted Kohinoor

Wishes to be in its place…

The Eternal

Isn't it trite to remain eternal?

No red, no yellow, no blue,

No rainbow, no sunshine, no rain

Simply altering the attire

Time in and time out

Pretending to be ignorant

Of your friends and foes

Masking to be unscathed by pain

And not revel in happiness

Flowing like an untamed rivulet

Weathering off, wearing off

With the aim to get chiseled

More polished, more sightly

To form the idle effigy.

Tryst with Light every time

Obliterating all after each episode

Embracing, groping in darkness

Endeavoring again for rendezvous

Recognizing others and yet

Not being able to elicit

Inner voice coaxing all along

Outside seeking for rationale

Coming together by chance and severing

Again together, again going astray

The unending pursuit

The everlasting search

Isn't it trite to remain eternal?

Walking on the Wooden Bridge

Walking on the wooden bridge

I question the wise night air

If the twinkling stars

Around the narcissist moon

Flatter him

Just as humans

Flatter those in power

With false giggles and

Honey coated tongues?

Walking on the wooden bridge

I question drops of rain

If the boastful moon

Pretends not to understand

Just as humans

The false wagging of tails

And servile folded hands?

Walking on the wooden bridge

I question my curious self

If the moon will never

Shove the evil clouds

Just as humans

Their mendacious egos

And will night never drowse?

Will Sun never waken?

Walking on the wooden bridge….

Separation

Simmering pain gashing

Through white flesh and heart,

Delirious emptiness pervading

Obdurately refusing to satiate,

In the primeval combat of life

Why does togetherness always succumb?

Why does bestial severance always succeed?

Leader

Hue of Dahlia and Luster of Sun

Gaiety of Stream and Grit of Wind

Purity of Fire and Vivacity of Bud

Mind of Buddha and Reverie of Vivekanand

Altruism of God and Heart of Gold

Silence

Conversations

The fervid Lake looked at the Moon , ‘As I see it inside myself, exact reflection of me on the outside. As if it was I. Breathing the same air, seeing the same temple, walking the same staid. Not bothered of what lay strewn around. Just humming your own song, whistling away the worries of mundane life. Gaze so stark as if you have something on your mind, something that you have decided. Feeling heavy deep inside still not letting it out.’

 The moon looked pensive as he listened. She continued fervently, ‘Ample reasons to hold you back yet letting you go. For I never possessed you for even once. So You shall stay with me forever…’

He

Permeating alchemy

From Precipice to Notch

From blue yonder to Brine

Stirring Pigeon and Swan

Flurrying hearts

Healing anguish

Fastening all with yarn

Benign hands, gracious spirit