Friday, December 10, 2010

Longing for Dead moon





Holding the agony of a captive......
lone fugitive bird....
sleeping on the smoky bed of combusted eyes...
clutches he the contact of dead moon....
wears a grin... 
seeing the lost faces... 
and on those faces... 
drops of sweat as nostalgia... 
falsely making mirage of wavy sea.... 

suddenly dead moon turns into a black shadow.... 
and falling from the clutch hides somewhere.... 
only makes a lot tears to fall....... 
which neither has definition nor passion..... 
only vanishes in vacant air.... 
as a scream beneath somberly sleep... 

slowly the earth under the foot moistens.... 
flooded with mist...... 
that dampness more and more...... 
becomes vast ocean........ 
and the brightness of sky...... 
turns into millions of clustering stars ......... 
on the lap of grand void... 
waking up together........ 
if the combusted eyes now would be ashes...
and the ground beneath foot 
would crash into........ 
some grand hole in the unfathomable sea....... ! 

shameless moon awakes then....... 
calls from sky waving his hands...... 
to his land of chill... 
pulling the hands takes to a little way....... 
towards the windows...... 
but the feet deformed from yore......... 
buried in an unknown pond.... 
or might be under false sand...... 
only the hands still remains with the moon.. 
outside the windows forever..........

My Thought



In my solitude, my heart ponders....
beneath the branches of my thought......
Echoes spread out....
where is my theme.....!

Stream of time is flowing
in the far flung horizon.....
consuming away all the glare n glow.......
bang of might n pride has become slow....
Many faces of love are taken to rest....
Many a birds have left their nest.

How raging the stream.....!
In the scale of my vision.......
still I am searching my face...
and my theme........

Erudite sun has arrived
behind the nescience......
Calls me forth...
O honey don't recall...
what is past and what has gone.......
Only make a silent part of the stream.....
then only can know your theme.....

For You


Behold the star.......
twinkling like a diamond
up in the dark sky,
far and high......
his relation with me is not of now
but is of a time of yore........
when nor you were,
nor your love
in my life.....
neither was a spring nor an autumn
only was there
the wall of waiting...
he happened to be my dearest one,
to share all gaiety and moan...
Many a nights have been spent
beneath the flowery tree of my dream
sharing many a memories and love.....
do you know...!
even today dreams are bartered
between my silent eyes
and of my beloved .......!
if you agree to join
the army of  frantic infants
like a fragrance never felt
like me
beg a small piece of heart
of my friend in distance
at least once.....

Thursday, December 9, 2010

An arrival


I have come
In the solemn face
Gladdened waves
Risen with effulgent ornaments
in adorable carmine bed
in the abode of devoted, convoluted lust
in the fertile glance
in the forecoming sacrifice
welcomed envision of rejoice
I am there in the look for
the beginning and end of
discovering mines of desire
in the whirlpool of suicidal fright……

I have come
As the nectar of musth  
of a maddened tusker…
as slowly crushed mogra and lily
in sweetheart’s loosened hair…
as faded flabby
hypnotized yet dispersed
trust and desire
in passive sweet breeze of spring
in churning the song of warmth
As a craving for union……

Dégagé



Do you think me to be an actor of stage
O honey; do you think me
to be baron or a sculptor
or do you take me as a warrior brave
beaming in the glory of victory

I am not the dove of dream
on the river of snoozes
Nor am I unending quest of
an ungratified mind.....
all the endows of fruits and flowers
offered by the ocean of tears
are not mine of course O dear...'
those are neither
my offerings nor my worship....

Gazing at that beauteous build of mine
did you fall in love with me O sweetheart…..
it's not sculpture to remain forever
only a framed statue of mud
will perish in water...

On my death don’t think me
an inauspicious comet
falling from sky.....
cause I light and extinguish myself
in the bed of darkness again and again….
Don’t gaze at me O dear with your eyes…..
Behold rather in your mind unbound…..

See all the beauties,
glory of youthfulness of earth….
O dear only in me,
find the warmth of all the seasons
Laughter of blue waved clouds
on my face…
Behold the spark of
millions of stars of the aeonian sky
In the spark of my eyes…..
In my womb, merged the secret passion
Of desire deep inside my Ocean
All the rivers of earth flows
in my arteries merrily
O my beloved, this idol of mud
is never my theme…

It’s me who is there in the whole universe
in you and in far horizon…..
Everywhere present this conscious eternal
All the mundane happiness
begins and ends in me….
Me that endless vessel of love….
Behold me o darling in those eyes of probe ……

Hope


Thou art the ray of light,
in the clouds of despair
An enchanting moon
in the night of gloom.........
O hope, thou art rainbow of desire
a smile of faith
on the face of doom...
In the prolific eyes
a drop of precious tear ...
Thou art my yacht
on halfway of my river....
I am that elysian soul
to glance beyond the horizon....
Rising like sun,
holding thine divine hands
crosses miles away.........
Though know not your scale
in my mortal life,
thou appear to me as my gross world.
The odour of flower
Music of flowing stream
Dancing dews and twinkling stars....
O my hope rain the nectar
Dampen my body and soul over and again
Let not I see thine face
through my mortal eyes
O glorious star, make me find thou
by my vision rover....


Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Ode to the Moon


Several nights have been elapsed
in solitude and in gaiety
I was there and was there
the dense forest of my dream
oh darling moon........
only that was your void........

since long days I was wanting you.......
in my window along the group of stars.....
but never searched you in open sky.
how nescient am I....!

bounded you by such narrow scope......
Carrying a hare on your bosom.......
you are the beginning of all benignity.....
poor I, the petty being........
burn each day, in the fire of my desire.......
in the narrow ambit of ....
funeral of my life......
I am that half done stanza
of an unknown poem..........
where all my lines seemed broken......

where have the broken lines
been buried .........
searching here and there
in the desert of life......
sometimes murmuring my heart.........
what gain in searching.......?
will it be able cooling down
all sufferings.........!

after so long days
this auspicious meeting of ours............              
besides you and me,
no body is there .......
now all my wishes
will be freed before you........
for I have not met you
in my windows since long days
don't think I have forgotten your kindness
I cherish for you now and for ever.............

You are my sole refuse oh moon darling...
make me a floating cloud..........
then will be cooled by your touch,
the core of my soul ........

how novel this night is.........!
on this earth everywhere
festival of your lights......
in the blue river,
on the far mountain and
on the branches of trees......
make me also wet in the flood
of your white light........
for I am your beloved
in your white arms hold me tight.......
hold me tight...........