Saturday, January 8, 2011

Three Poems


1 

Somber of night an illusory mirage 
Endless thirst morning haze........... 
Days make aimless path 
Crazy rover, Vagrant heart 
Chases for the last asylum 
to be lost in the great confluence 
as do the beloved and lover 
Ocean and river...... 
and they make one 
being mingled to each other...... 

2 

Who is coming with the thrills 
of soft breeze 
arousing inside heart a desire to burn 
as would be forest fire a fiary 
seeing me alone counting my past 
twinkling like stars 
laughs the new comer.... 

3 

In lone my thought 
calling you oh crazy moon.......... 
all my cajoling went in vain 
you could not forget those flowers of past 
which while falling aired its odor 
which lust made you blind 
that odor comes often in your mind...... 
makes you fall in her sweet hurt.... 

now you have arrived 
oh silvery moon from far horizon....... 
carrying the boons of new creation....... 
you sprinkle the nectar rain...... 
but still the lost odor 
has become your stain.. 
 

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