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?

Feather touch…….

 

 

My soul was in a slumber

Then you came and showered

Your fragrance through your kisses

And awakened me from my sleep…..

 

I am now imprisoned in a solitary

Cell, of your ardent love.

The heart yearns for looking out,

To see the vistas of green plush valleys;

Sylvan hills, where the nymphs roam;

The stream where the thousand suns

Envisions through bubbles and foams;

Where the green paddy fields ripple

In the breeze, and the lonely man angling

For a stray fish and sings his

Favorite lines, of a popular ballad;

Where, the one legged stork watch

The clouds wandering over the distant

Horizon, casting a shadow, over the

Dales. and the hills on its sojourn;

Where, the boatman sings a mournful lyric

And rows happily against the tide….

 

The rain splattering on the placid lake

Making tiny holes in the surface….

Where the rain drips through the leaves

Of the needle trees, in lustrous rivulets;

Where the urchins play and gleefully

Jump naked, into the murky pond.

 

Your soothing fingers caressing my nape

While you stand close, embracing me

Arouse me from these reveries of the

Long forgotten fantasies, suddenly

I realize, that all these are embedded

In your feather touch…………

Footprints on the sand…

 

 

Sitting on the window sill, I strained my ears

To hearken the voice of your treads.

I searched for your foot prints,

On the courtyard of my house, in the sand

The tinkle of your bangles rustling

Against your attire, was heard

Somewhere, through the air.

In my yearning to hear the soft music

Of your love, I heard the vailing of

A nightingale, singing to its mate.

I saw a shadow in the twilight

On the footpath, leading to my house.

Was that an apparition?

 

A thousand tidings, I wanted to tell you;

Soothing your love stricken heart;

Wiping, the crystal drops of tears in your eyes.

To enliven your insipid passions,

To take you away into the land of the rainbows,

Among, the wandering clouds, where the moon

Traverse leisurely among the stars.

There we will find our tenement

And live for ever and ever in our love.

 

 

A Hornbill…

My beloved! My sighs are cast as flowers in your path
Can’t you see? Where did you go?
Leaving ceaseless grief in my heart,
Without ever telling me?

The blooms of desires you showered in my memory,
The mute signs you conveyed through your eyes,
The songs of love you chanted for me…
All the pages of my mind is filled with those
Pictures, you painted with the brush dipped
In your eternal love, and your affection
Wrote the epics of love you endured…
The colours have faded and moldy.
My songs have become wingless flies;
My sky has turned into blackened dusk;
My tread are stumbling, I am groping
To find my goal.

Time, eternal time, on the wings of a chariot
Of four seasons, is passing away.
I still wait for you with a feeble hope
Of a hornbill for the rain in the summer.

Feathertouch…

My soul was in a slumber.
Then you came and showered
Your fragrance, through your kisses
And awakened me from my sleep…..

I am, now imprisoned in a solitary
Cell, of your ardent love.
The heart yearns for looking out
To see the vistas of green plush valleys;
Sylvan hills, where the nymphs roam;
The stream where the thousand suns
Envisions through bubbles and foams;
Where the green paddy fields ripple
In the breeze, and the lonely man angling
For a stray fish and sings his
Favorite lines, of a popular ballad;
Where, the one legged stork watch
The clouds wandering over the distant
Horizon, casting a shadow, over the
Dales. and the hills on its sojourn;
Where, the boatman sings a mournful lyric
And rows happily against the tide….

The rain splattering on the placid lake
Making tiny holes in the surface….
Where the rain drips through the leaves
Of the needle trees, in lustrous rivulets;
Where the urchins play, and gleefully
Jump naked, into the murky pond.

Your soothing fingers caressing my nape
While you stand close, embracing me
Arouse me from these reveries of the
Long forgotten fantasies; suddenly
I realize, that all these are embedded
In your feather touch…………

Solitude…..

Solitude! Are you also a lover?
Are the dewdrops the wrath of the night?
Strange desires! your paths are so broad,
And amazing, with my love.

Soft breeze, can you here this rhyme?
Could you go and whisper into her ears?
Can you come hear to shower the music
Embedded with the love, to me?

The woods have assumed a splendor
And the life a pleasure, always in here.
Forever spring, without seasons.
The spirit always,is in harmony,
All throughout the day and night.
Today my silence is immersing
In the rhythm of the melody
Of your love……..
kunjubi

In the moonlight…

Have you forgotten that night?
When we first met, in the moonlight?
We exchanged our glances artfully.
My beloved, my memories are all
Crowded with the enlightened streams
Of your enchanting smiles.
You are the tiny waves which gives bliss
To the withering memories of my forlorn life.
My pleasures pure, have become mute pangs
Now, smothering my morbid soul.
The fragrance emanating in my life
Out of your reminiscence is now
An elixir, for my existence.
The eternal radiance of your smile
Enliven my spirits and soften my pangs….

Farewell

Oh! Death…
You will not die…
You went without hurrying at last
Into a long dark tunnel .
But you did not die…

There was a piece of lamb awaiting
For you in there…
I am your spirit.
It is time, since I have lost you in me.
You left like the withered petals of a rose,
Assembling back into its stem;
Like the rustle of leaves humming
In harmony with the breeze.
You are a twinge in my heart
Of a poem I could not write…

Each birth, glided slowly into this
Forbidden path, is a poem
Lost in oblivion eternally;
Yes, lost poems…..
What your love, your candor,
Your smiles, your jests, your comradeship  could
Fill in my heart and eyes?
Are only two drops of tears!

kunjubi