blossom of sunshine

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 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 honied 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 which forms the  stream
The roses that clad the slumbering hills
as 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 strided 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?









When the bell  tolls for my death

And the messenger of death is awaiting

Outside my room for an entry,

Do sit beside me, my beloved, for a little while

In the last moments of my life.

I could fondle you and sooth my fingers

That were  handling the embers of life.

The last breath I draw into my lungs

Could then carry the molecules

Of your fragrance into my .grave

And my eyes that will never see anymore

Could drown in your fond continence

My beloved, and store it in my eye lids.

And to to seal the ear with the enchanting

Peel of your voice eternally.

And to reminisce those evergreen

Moments we had together inside

The brain stacked with memories

And events that can never faint out.

To close the lips that were once bruised

By your kisses, now with the chanting

Of your sweet name  on it.

My love, to chill my feet with the memory

Of the paths  that brought me to you.

These will be sufficient to come out from

The earth that covers my grave as

A tender grass shoot, to sprout resurrected…..

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Friday, January 22, 2016


Some day in a month of December

Like a tear drop in the sodden mind,

You walked into my life just like that,

As a translucent memory

With a handful of the whitest blossoms

Permeating a bewitching fragrance….

You leaned over me with your shadow

Clinging to shoulders with your charms

Then with the  dreams in your eyes

Listened to all my ramblings  erupting out

Of me as fantasies of your imaginations.

We can now share the spasms  in the heart

Of a  disintegrating fly scorched by fire.

Your smiles showered as rains in the sea of

My  fizzing emotions and then I turned  into

Be the music enveloping  your  cantillations.

I will in another moment, dawn like the morning sun

In the blossoming  horizon  of your spirit.


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