who is in charge

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!



blossom of sunshine


In the words which I coveted to pronounce
Did you ever find in it, the honey that
You sought to imbibe.
Those uttered words filled with sweet love
Desired to soar up like a butterfly
The heart coveted to spread its wings,
The blossoms also yearned to fly like the butterflies

The tender whisper of your love diffuse
In my ears the sweet pang of affection.
I am waiting with thirst in my heart to
Imbibe the sacred water of your love,
You will pour in to the palm of my hand.

The nature has spread a canopy
Over us, for the consummation of our love.
I was waiting for this luscious moment in my life
That could bring the tingle in your bosom
Like a garland of jasmine buds .
The ecstatic soul aspiring to pour
The honey, beckoning you to come
Into the meadow, where the moonlight
Has blossomed and whispering into your soul…


drop o0f love

A drop of love, if you can just give me
I will give it back to you as a torrential rain..
You turn into a little shade and fill me in,
And I will nurture it and make it a seductive
Jungle and keep it for me eternally.

You pick up a handful of flowers and hand it over to me
I can make an interminable spring out of that.
You pour out a drop of sweetness on my tongue
And I can repay it, as a sea of nectar back to you.
Guide me as a little lodestar in front of me
So that I can enlighten the world,
And dazzle it with its resplendence.
Fill me in the corner of your eye
I will spread into you as a honey-comb and thrive.
Give me a little kiss on my cheek
I can substitute it with a radiant night throughout.
Compose a new rhythmus music for me
I will make it a soothing flow of overtures.
Give me resurgence with the tip of your finger
I can give to you the assuagement throughout your life span.


When and where do you find
Happiness in our small life?
When do you find agonizing grief?
When the illusion of dreams disseminate,
What is the significance and implication,
Of desires?
Where is frustration?
Where is ecstasy?
We learn to smile through weeping and crying!
We learn to walk by stumbling down many a times!
We become adept in forgetting, and ignoring.
Through lessons, in loving others.
And learn to betray and deceive also by
Defrauding our very own conscience, and values.

Where is truth?
Where is enlightenment?
Where is darkness?
Where is affection and sincerity?
How can we discern the light of the dawn or dusk,
When a curtain of smog, has befallen before us?

When we walk under the hot sunlight
We covet for a cool shade for refuge.
And while resting there, we forget the intensity
Of the heat, in the cruel rays of the summer sun.
We always forget ourselves in our shelter,

And inadvertently enter the sea of unhappiness

To drown in desperation, grief and woes…


What the winter has done to the blossoms of the fields

I have done to you.

What the autumn has done to the blooming gardens

You have done to me.

I caressed you the way

The lands sought the streams

You embraced me

As the ripples have embraced the banks.

My endeared, the love we have

Are we lovers or corals?

May be the Lotus have opened

Their eyes before I have seen you.

May be the moon has arisen before,

I started talking to you.

I never knew anything,

Till you have fulfilled in me.

My thoughts are the Lotus pond

And my dreams are the milky way of the moon.

What kind of love is this my beloved?

Me the honeyed moon and you the Lotus pond?

May be the flowers started blooming

Before I knew you.

May be the doves have been flying in the sky

Before you diffused in me.

I knew nothing till I first met you.

When did the  flowers bloom in me,

And the doves commenced crooning in me?

What is this love, my precious?

Are we the blossoms or the white doves?

I have seen in my dreams those lovely dales,

Those dreamy vineyards

Those chavok trees on the hills,

The tiny springs that forms the stream

The roses that clad the slumbering hills,

like blankets

The soul of the pink sun kissing the lovely mounts…

What kind of love is this, my beloved?

Are you the mounts and me the kissing sun?

Whatever I have sung all this time

Was about you, and around you.

Whatever I was seeking

Were the paths you stride on.

Till this moment there was no moonlight for the day.

From now onwards each evening will be

Resplendent with the love of the sun

And the moon merging together.

What kind of love we have beloved?

Are we now a pair of swans?

Swimming in the pond of love?

We are the birds chirping

In the nest of a tree, somewhere.

We are the blue blossoms on the hillside

Let the tree, its branches

And the nest remain perpetually

Let us not shrivel away the blue flowers.

What is this love, my beloved;

Are we the blossoms and the birds?

No forests, no deserts

In the land I wake you up, there is no roof;

The floor is not paved

Where I am making you sleep,

I am there, with enough of my retrospections

There is rain underneath the sky you are

With the flowery rainbow, and the stars to keep company.

What is this love my beloved?

Are we the stars that fell in the earth?

I have seen the depth of the sea,

And its bluish tinge in your look.

I heard in your words the ocean

Of  love and tenderness.

I sang in an unknown language

In a tune we have never heard.

I drew unseen pictures

In colours that bears no name.

What is this love my beloved?

Are we those pictures we painted?

My love for you is the yearnings

for me to live more

And your loving me is the inner truth of  my life

While I wait for your coming,

My shadow will always accompany me too.

May be our shadows were also lovers as we are

What is this my beloved?

Are we dragonflies of love?

Did those hilly ranges hear our talk about love?

Did anyone in this garden see our sharing of love?

Let the hilly ranges of this area be deaf without ears.

And those earthen lamps blind and without eyes.

What is this, my beloved

Are we those bowers which never tasted the summer?…

You have taught me to remember only you

You taught me drawing near to you and love you much.

Are not you  the distance separating the strand and the horizon

Are not you the depth of the sea in a conch of the ocean.

What is this my darling,

The oyster in me has rendered a white pearl?

The flowers and  butter turned like petals

In us and blossomed as love.

Like the nectar dripping from petals

It sweetened our relation of love.

The love in us has till now dispersed its fragrance

We are the floret and should never wither

What is this my beloved,

Are we eternal lovers in this earth?