SHE IS MINE

 

 

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Words flee when I try to depict the beauty of my beloved.

Immaculate, soul stirring..

You may also praise her at  the  sheer sight of her.

 

Still to find another fairy more fairest than  her now.

She is:

Like the beauty portrayed in the Ajanta  Mural paintings..

The bewitching spell in her eyes..

Like the sweet scented melody..

As the heavenly philharmony floating in the firmament

Enrapturing and enervating the senses..

Like the sandal fragranced moon light

That beams down on a full moon day..

A garden in full bloom in the Spring..

Like the first  radiant ray of the  morning sun..

A captivating, eyeful statue made by the Creator

Carved out of sandalwood..

Or from the  finest alabaster of Italy;

 

Is it the moon shining there on her face

I  can not make out  the truth.

Like a flower ever fresh and unwilted;

Like a beautiful GHAZAL or the eye of the Ghazal;

A bud of the Lotus in the Mansarovar

Or the  incarnated imagination of the soul;

A  splendid dream with its  magnificent interpretation

It’s like the  never ending story in the

“Thousand and One nights”…

A medley of realities and imaginations;

A countenance unique in all aspects;

The forehead resembling that of an  elephant;

A body vanquishing the butter, melting at my touch…

 

I cannot cast away my eyes from her eyes anymore,

They invite me to  drink from those  goblets

filled with the wine of her love, intoxicating me.

She looks down with coy meekness;

She looks up towards heaven in prayer..

Her glances  up and down captivate the earth and

The sky together  as Narcissus.

Infatuations of birth……

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You have taken my birth

And me yours…so the Providence decreed…

 

Infatuations filled our birth

And we shared the nectar of our love

You became my daughter and my son

My hands became a cradle for you

And sang a lullaby for you to sleep…..

 

I will adorn your lips, and brows

And your cheeks and nape with

Very warm kisses draped with my love.

I will watch your pranks and naughty smiles

You, my beloved, sleep close to my bosom.

 

In this chamber, along the walkway

I will hold your soft fingers in my hand,

And follow you like a shadow

Shower you with kisses all along.

 

Like the dewdrop lingering on rose petal

I see you nestle at my side

My spirit is enthralled by this sleeping angel

.Do not disturb her in her siesta

Lest, my dreams vanish in the void….

On the shores of a dream…

 

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Do you know when you came?

Riding in the chariot of a dream

In the early hours of the dawn,

While the sun was amusing in his nuptial bower.

 

As an incomparable piece of music

Like the long remembered overture of a melody

Like a tiny drop of tear hanging on the eye lids

Like the touch of a feather, smothering your love,

Like the silver lining on a ghostly cloud

Like the ravishing tinge of the rainbow

Like the nectar flowing out of flute,

Like the golden moments of a precious dream

Presenting my soul with eternal joy

Like the splendor lurking in the evening sky

Bidding ‘Adieus’, whispering to the sun

To stay embracing her for a little more time

‘I have to keep vigil to see you again, and

Gather in the east in the early dawn;

Like the tender grass peeping out on the forehead

Of the sodden earth, after the first rain

And the sweet passionate smile on its face

When they hustle in its pleasure.

Like the innumerous daughters of the gods

The stars-with their eyelids ajar

In their coyness before the full moon on a wintry night;

Like the golden swans fluttering its wings

In its ecstasy, walking on the shores of love in unison;

Like the sweet freshness carried to the mind

By watching the helpless raindrops dripping

Half reluctantly from the palm fronted roof

Of my humble dwelling…………..I beg you..

Filling my heart with the strings of these

Vistas, do not fade out of this radiant dream!

AS IN THE MIRROR

 

 

 

 

The dazzling glowing image in the eyes

As in a mirror, I saw you, my eye

Of my eyes, that providential day.

Why did you, my beautiful, cast a glance

At me, and me not knowing it?

Mind is blossoming as a jasmine vine,

With all starry white flowers, timidly

Opening its eyes, emanating the sweet scent

That awakens the morbid spirit.

Then with the dewdrops adorned an anklet.

And I hear a celestial music wafting into my ears

That of your sitar softly humming a melody,

Blended with the splendor of the rainbow.

Your heart is quivering with swallowed words

You have forgotten to enunciate, in your frenzy

When your glance met mine midway betwixt us.

My Angel Pearl, I will festoon my head with

A string of those pearls and keep you as a mole

In my bosom, caressing your undulating breast.

I wish if I could become a bead in your rosary,

Always being fondled by your fingers in reverie.

Your heart is a tendril entwined on my body that

Has forgotten to soothe you, in your apprehension.

Why did you initially cast a glance at me and

Entice me, embedding your soul inside mine.Image

Honeymooning!

 

 

 

 

 

“Why are you teasing me before

I finish narrating to you, my maidens?”

 

“When it was dusk, didn’tImage you takeover

The splendour of the sky into your countenance,

Thinking of a sensual, sleepless night?”

 

“Didn’t the bangles, dingle like bells peeling,

At midnight, when you blew off the small lamp,

In the flower bedecked chamber, before sleeping?”

 

“Didn’t a rainbow glisten on your timid cheeks,

When the door of the bedchamber was closed?”

 

“Didn’t you reprimand and censure the rooster,

When it crowed early in the morning?”

 

“Come on my friends, this time is precious.

We can not afford to waste it, with our empty words.

This is a delightful time, fragrant with sweet passions,

Of an ever remembered, night of honeymoon.

The spring has arrived, can’t you just hear

The impassioned moments, calling you?”

 

“I know, if I keep tight lipped, you will make me

Tell you everything that happened, with me;

And once I tell you, you will start taunting me!

Impossible to spend my hours with you like this,

I am baffled and fed up, my dearest friends.”…

 

Honeymooning!

 

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“Why are you teasing me before

I finish narrating to you, my maidens?”

 

“When it was dusk, didn’t you takeover

The splendour of the sky into your countenance,

Thinking of a sensual, sleepless night?”

 

“Didn’t the bangles, dingle like bells peeling,

At midnight, when you blew off the small lamp,

In the flower bedecked chamber, before sleeping?”

 

“Didn’t a rainbow glisten on your timid cheeks,

When the door of the bedchamber was closed?”

 

“Didn’t you reprimand and censure the rooster,

When it crowed early in the morning?”

 

“Come on my friends, this time is precious.

We can not afford to waste it, with our empty words.

This is a delightful time, fragrant with sweet passions,

Of an ever remembered, night of honeymoon.

The spring has arrived, can’t you just hear

The impassioned moments, calling you?”

 

“I know, if I keep tight lipped, you will make me

Tell you everything that happened, with me;

And once I tell you, you will start taunting me!

Impossible to spend my hours with you like this,

I am baffled and fed up, my dearest friends.”…

TOWERING INFERNO

 

 

 

 

That age when the chilling fragrance of love

Pervades over the spirit,and enamoured rhythms of

Love songs erupts from the heart,

I knew you, without knowing you in my soul.

And confessed my fondness for you.

Then I felt the distance shrinking and

Closing in, blending our life together.

I hear the echo of a song in my ears now

From the ramparts of my reminiscence,

And my memory starts rollicking wildly.

Your memory begins to flutter in my eyelids

And nostalgia liquefies in the breath

Memories raining, memories holding umbrella,

Sweltering memories, trickling as from a water fount;

With each spring season that tarries in the memory

A drop of tear oozes with a sigh, into the psyche;

Unwritten anecdotes throng, of the bygone years;

Magical windows ajar in the realm of illusion,

Crying loudly or sobbing while in a dream,

Bring forth tears in rivulets running over the cheeks.

Does the assuaging breeze know about the rhythms of the breath?

Does the lyre understand the tone of silence?

How can anyone recite a poem without recollecting its lyrics?

Who can string together dew drops like pearls?

The consequences of frustration over unrequited love,

Create furnaces like infernos in the soul.