Insomniac waves…

 

Tidal waves!
Waves that can never cease and sleep;
Insomniac, laughing always, cuddling together
And hugging and playing on the shores;
Swimming around in delicate ecstasy!

Let us become these waves of this ocean.
Of our immortal and eternal passions.
Let us cover up our stripped nakedness
Of intense emotions, under the blanket
Of the silvery moon light, beaming from heaven,
Submerge ourselves in a game frolicking
In this alluring and fuddling water;
Entwining our bodies like snakes, when mating
With hoods of rubies and crawling in the sand,
Wriggle and slither in unison in the frenzy
Of lecherous passions, in each of our cells,
Forgetting ourselves, in its entrancement.

Let us become the shores of this ocean;
And allow the delicate nails of the waves,
To scratch and bruise, while fondling the breast,
Lying spread-eagled there invitingly,
Filled in feverish love with lust.
Melt into a state of euphoric exultation;
And gather the oysters from the whirls
Of her navel of strings, and kiss them.

A melody in the eyes…

 

Blossom of a hermitage; a bloom, still not kissed,
Thrilling even the alter, where it is offered;
Where the lips radiate the glimmer of the rubies,
A composition of beauty of the loveliness of spring,
An embodiment of luscious tender emotions;
The opulence of the countenance, induce me to
Write subtle romantic poems, making me a poet.
Let that song resonate in your lips always.

In your eyes, where the blue ocean ripples,
Blooms a season of parching desires
That impels my soul, and gives me the impetus
To vivify those ardent desires, into words of a melody.

The nymphs of the clouds in the yonder blue,
Bowed their heads in reverence to your sapphire blue eyes.
I wish if I could become a sweet dream in there,
And my love, shoot out tender sprouts in joy.
The buds of roses adorning the morning dew drops,
Wilted after seeing the enviable lips quivering in you.
Let me write a poem abound in love, lurking in those eyes;
Let it sparkle and glisten in them for ever.

Wistful memoirs…

Like an enchanting gift,
The changing season has endowed;
Like the blossoming of a thrill,
Enriched by a sweet embrace;
You unfolded as a poem on the alluring
Tender branches of my first love, when we both
Started, dreaming of the mysteries of love..

I sought you, my first love, forgetting everything
Around me, fluttering like a wild butterfly,
All over places and time, in and out;
I liquefy myself into you, through the spell
Of your honeyed seductive smiles,
And turned into a swan wading in the pools of heaven,
To become a flamingo with resplendent plumes;
Like the full moon traversing, among the silvery clouds.

The day when you tried to bid farewell to me,
Wilted by the stinging distress in your mind;
Our dreams shattered, its wings clipped off
Into smithereens, scattering into silence,
All the emotions rancid, and mortified..
And my mind whispers mutely;
“All good wishes for a happy married life”.

Mislaid heavens!

Mislaid heavens! You have given me
A throne of plaintive domain, a broken one,
Where groans are whisking from all sides.
The smiling sky with the rainbow of love
Has disintegrated and wandered away from me…

She dried up my tears with her heart-touch
Writing radiant dreams in my eyes;
Thrusting ravishing poesy in my lips,
Transformed as a withered flower under my treads,
In the lonely path, of my poignant sentiments…

Sleep! Shattered dreams, and dissipated desires.
Do not kindle insipid cloying passions any more.
Do not uncork my enthralling philter.
Sleep now; fall down and sleep; efface your memory.
In the cloister of this forlorn life
Mute feelings are effusive, but useless.
Days of blooming laughter and amusement are prologues,
And foreshadows in the journey to desolation!
Don’t cry, my heart! Do not saunter seeking dreams.
For dreams are meaningless; urges and desires
Are only nuances of the self obsessed greed, in the mind!

Time

 

Life is a flaming ocean, and desires are
Floating in there, at times delving into
Depths and again, surfacing with the froths.

Grief is a point in life.
Happiness another one
Life swings as a pendulum between
Theses two points, in despair and joy
That is Life…A pendulum.

Inception, in cries and tears
Then grows and develops, a big smile
Enveloped in happiness and mirth;
Beguiled by the crafty world;
Returns to tears and grief, at last.
This is the throbbing music of the clock,
The song of the life forces of the universe,
Measuring time and the hands mortify.
Yet time will flow on…

It unfurls ingenuity in the soul.
Radiates, a thousand magnificent hues, in mind.
Passions transform to bright stars in the hearts,
Turns later, to become ‘Black Holes’ in the Milky Way
The dawn greets you, with smiles
The dusk flushes you with splendor
Yet earth will still rotate, on its axis…

Stage Show…

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God has incarnated as man in this world.
And volunteered to take over the grief of mankind,
In the arena of life, comprising
Days and nights, sea and shores
Of happiness and woe; tears and smiles.

Life follows the fate, the aftermath of
Previous births; transmits bitterness and
Sweetness in its wake, clad in sadness
At times, and resplendent with joy.
Drama of incarnation continues interminably.
Only the stages change, and the scenario too.

We are just onlookers, not understanding
The play, and how it evolves, or it ends.
Our tears conceal our vision, watching it.
He sleeps in the midst of the roaring ocean,
In the frightful forest, or in an atom

Man has commenced to worship religion;
And not the God, the fundamental Truth.
Now religion is God and supreme power;
Also wealth, another religion and god.
God is retreating from the stage, and
Has no part to play, anymore!

Uncertainty…

This night, these melodies, these festivities,
My angel!, will vanish into thin air..
The dreams we fondle today, will yield to harsh realities.
The mirth we hold on our lips, will fade to whimpers.

It is perfect while it lasts, ecstatic, sweet, and passionate.
Every moment a celebration!
Every night an odyssey, through the shores of
Lascivious pleasures and passions.
Every morning, filled with remembrances
Of plays, enacted in our bedchamber;
Of romantic ardours, sending shock waves
All through the senses, springing sensations;
Soul stirring, bewitching…

Here, in this night, when waves of every vital tissues
Are seeking its mate, for its unison,
This lake immersed in modesty, writes it stories
In poems, in the moonlight, with its toe nails.
Do we have any more secrets between us,
Left out to be narrated, of our amatory tales?

In here the fascinating flowers are blooming,
To weave a veil of moonlight to cover the nakedness
Of the virgin earth, in embrace with the nature,
Do we have any more emotions left out in us
To exchange, at this hour, before I leave you?

Who is in charge?

 

 

 

 

 Heaven and hell remains on both sides of Time… An ocean.

Which side is heaven?

 Here or on the other side,

Of this unchartered ocean of epoch?..  a riddle!

If humans were created by god,

I have a question

For him to answer me, truthfully!

“Why did you give this island of clay,

In the sea of poignant tears,

To us in the Beginning?

If we were made by the Devil, let me ask him

Only once, a very pertinent information!

“What made you to come to heaven and offer us

A fruit, and tempt us to eat it; to throw us away.

Into this macabre ocean, of woes and grief?”

We know, both of you will keep mute,

Because you never thought, humans

Are that adept, to adapt to this Mother Nature;

And question the purity, of your intentions.

Instead you were making us guinea pigs,

For your amusement, and enjoyment.

And still your mirth continues, with a sinister look.

We toil, starve, weep, grope, curse and perish!

You have also become helpless like us, now…

Let us both look at each other and amuse!

Forlorn memoirs…

Your mind learned lessons of Love;

Does that love, induce an ecstasy in you?

Your mind yearned for the desires to come true.

Are you content now, having attained your dreams?

Your laughter contended with flowers;

You filled me with nectar, from your lips

A thousand rebirths fled away from my soul.

Beads of perspiration on your breast,

Changed into a pearl necklace, for me.

Your love was never blemished with lust;

It was a transcendental euphoria

In the inner temple of the soul;

An evolution of cherished dreams,

Which flowered in our past re-births.

 

Dreams, still unwilling to fade away are

Broken platters, of the unforgetting mind…

You have become a woeful reminiscence

Bawling in desolation, inside me…

 

 

Belonging….

 

The dream that swooned on a bed

Of flowers, startled;

The breeze caressing my soul

Came riding in a boat of sandalwood,

Gathering the scent of Jasmine from your body.

When I lie down to sleep and then to dream

You always come to me as sweet lullaby.

 

But what is the meaning of owning anything?

What is the meaning of relationship?

Do I own you? Relationships and dreams

Are vain, empty words – mirages!

 

In its attempt to embrace the shore

The waves are discarded. Is it wise to

Say that the wind belongs to both?

Do the firmaments own the clouds,

Writhing out and wandering away

From the clasp of the sky above it?

Do the bees arriving to snatch

The nectar, own the marvelous bloom?

Do the winds own the woods?

Do I belong to you?

 

Do the lips own the honey of smiles appearing there,

And withering away in moments?

Do the eyes own the tear drops oozing out

Of the grief stricken heart?

Do the moored boats own the water?

Do you own me?

 

Do you own the breath you inhale?