Divine

Caress of wet dew on lotus

Pouring beauty on divine

Pecking melody to lyrics

Jazzing sparkle to shine

Ensconcing moon on blue vault

Endowing life to time

Happiness

Winds naughtier, Sun cosier

Birds chirpier, Flowers happier

Breath sunnier, Steps fluffier

Food tastier, Drink intoxier

Heart more hopeful, Gods more merciful 

My Soldier

Image darting through mind

Reminding of laughter shared

Tears secretly veiled from

Naked eyes of the other

You were I

I were you

Indomitable love for life

Fear feared to exist

Wadding through virulent life

With song on lips, scarf cuddling neck

You were I

I were you

Your arms clasping me

Your words prompting life

My pranks being ignored

My mistakes forgiven

You were I

I were you

Sleep not sleepy

Peace not peaceful

You struggling still there

To keep my smile intact

You were I

And...

I still you

Petite Lads

As tears pluck me, Your cherubic smile lends hope

When life refuses to drift, Your little hands propel me

As darkness envelopes, Your dazzling eyes kindle me

When reality becomes strident, Your dreams ameliorate me

As silence broodingly rumbles, Your laughter calms me

When spirit loses tenacity, Your soul galvanizes me

Chums

Grayish- green glistening pebbles

Luxuriating the friendly tap

Of milky pearly water

Far off Winds frolicking with stream

Rewarding soft, warm, friendly tickles

On the cold, moving jaunty gush

Sun peeking snoopishly somewhere

From behind the orangish clouds

Silent witness since many moons

To the union of venerable friends

Verity

When cipher is entirety

And words are prodigal

When reality is a farce

And truth much beyond

Vanilla Faces impeccable masks

Swindling self and Idol

Jungle gauntly reclusive

Tree bloomingly populated

When the fish childishly revels

Its golden reflection in serene lake

And the lake savors its sedate image

In the impish blue eyes of the fish

Heaviness

That seething seeping heaviness

That transpires between the two

Unconsciously unknowingly

From one breath to another

Like exchange of lost baggage

Oozing droplets of slime

Unspoken yet heard aloud

Not sent yet quantum received

Held firmly, closely to pounding bosom

Yet loose, yet wildly untamed

Undeterred

Trail to Light

The quest for trail to light

That eventuates from tussle

In one mother’s doting womb

Vexates through the web of life

And terminates tranquilly

In another mother’s benevolent lap

The Quest

“Really? Oh, thank you so much.”

           Sometimes we are taken by surprise by the compliments others give us. We meet so many people at all kinds of unexpected places; Traffic lights, streets, elevators, metros, malls, roads, workplace, temples, hospitals…

Some just brush past us, whereas others seem to remain etched a bit longer in our memory. Some are like air. They barely seem to touch us. Others are like shadow, hazy but our very own reflection. Something about them makes us feel as if they are known to us since eons. They see in us that which none could, not even us. We may not recognize each other’s visage. But the soul never falters. It instantly recognizes the past linkage though the mind takes time to take cognizance.

Reaching out has always been challenging. It takes a lot of courage to reach out to the star but even more to strike the right chord with the one. There are tests and hurdles that one has to cruise. But it is only this tribulation that makes getting your star worth trying. More enduring the journey, more enjoyable is the destiny. Nothing has ever been accomplished easily.

One has to keep faith. Eventually the right things will fall into place and then all the prevailing confusion will make sense.

Joy

Smile refuses to elope

The cherry moistened lips

Gleam remains unscathed

In the deep charcoal eyes

Soul exuding aroma

Of the flowers of paradise

Thoughts render beatitude

Never experienced before

Breath a gift from heavens

Dreams bestowing life

Beauty of Thought

From where they began

Where they shall end

Mind is confounded

By the beauty of thought

Not exterior, attachment goes

Profound than that

A part of her that flows in him

A part of him that nourishes her

Rocks and boulders that preclude

Flowers and grass that spur

Distance no more separates

Pain no more agonizes

Fear of getting close

Inner scuffle to evade

Where they are

And where they shall go

Mind is confounded

By the beauty of thought

Veins

Blue veins never meet

They never caress

They don’t even gawk each other

Though same blood replenishes them

Then why this seething spasm

Why that desolate emptiness

Why that haunting angst

When one goes remote

Little remote from the other?

Departure

Every time the wave relinquishes the shore

It tears away a pound of her heart with it

Bequeathing an anguished vacuum deep within

Never to be copious again