The monuments swallowed by time

(Specially for Dr. Dheerandra and Karen S.)

Like the remnant of winter snow

They disappear from my life

A sudden shock not anticipated at all

Leaving me alone gasping for air of spring.

Painful indeed to bear this tragedy

Two friends within four weeks

Unto the unknown endlessness

Left me with twinging heart to bear the loss.

I wish them all that good things they can gather

From their deeds here for hereafter

Divinely blessed indeed this friendship

Which last timelessly without conditions.

Friends are rare gems

Some shines well, some don't 

Once they capture our heart they do stay long

Till nature bids the friendship a good bye.

Many seasons may pass by

Many friends may come by

This void will inevitably remain

For the seasons to come may crave for them.

Goodbye my friends.

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Law of Nature

Let the rose blooms and sway

To the wind, that blows everyday

For what the law says

It is but nature’s way.

Let the rose withers away

In the heat of the day

For what the law says

It is but nature’s way too.

When the time has come

Is there anything that to be done?

Beyond the hands and our minds

The universe lays the law called time.

It works not whimsically

But, in woven pattern precisely

And it operates the same way without a second delay

From the beginning until eternity with utmost ingenuity.

We like it or not we have to learn to live by it

For the law have placed among us clear guides

To obey the command without any transgression

Alas!! we stumble many times before we realize we have fallen.

We may cry, we may wail

We may smile, we may laugh

The same law applies to all

As the mind perceive it to be

Accordingly the action is released,

Reaction awaits.

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Countdown

Friday

24 December 2010

Its approaching.....

I wish all my blogger friends and silent readers 

of my blog an advance

MERRY X'MAS

and

A PROSPEROUS HAPPY NEW YEAR 2011

Today

 Countdown starts......

 THURSDAY

23 December 2010

She stole my heart

The romance began

With the evening sun setting in

Colors of reddish golden streaks

Fill my heart with the splendorous joy.

The alluring look slowly graced the space

With the eyes open wide she entices time to a standstill

The irides that belong to celestial realm in deep glow

Rendering sparkles precious than that of any gems.

The trees and leaves, the mountains and moon

Jealousy glaring as she bares her beautiful feet

With a move calm but firm her walks she made

Across the space in the dusky twilight.

I stood there in deepest contemplation ever

As if constellation of stars in togetherness

She appeared with luscious elegance

And I could feel the adrenalin trickles down my spine.

Her hands coated with satin like skin

She gracefully wrap her arms around me

Whispering moans of heightened ecstasy

Its bright again, and the dream ended.

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Boredom

Silence breaks in silence

Everything passive

Inactivity in full control

Only the wall to grin at

And ceiling to look up

In solitary play

I win the game with the shadow,

Smiling at the shadow 

I know I am bored

Not a soul to tap awhile,

Cascading indeed

This boredom!!

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I wander alone

From one thought to another

From sensations, internal

To sensations, external

I wander alone.

Life a swing

Between the past

And the future

Trapped in the present,

Deceiving sensuousness

Feeds the receptors

And I wander alone.

The breakthrough anticipated

Never seems to come by

In exile I am placing myself

And again I wander alone.

From chrysalis to moth

The delight of beauty

Soothing but rough,

Life continues

And I wander alone.

I am not chemical

Nor just sex

I am not physical

Nor just spirit

I culminate in all

As I lose me

In the seas of super sensuousness

And, my wandering continues.…

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The shine, uncertain

I open my window

And see the sky clouded with darkness

I extend my hand

And push the clouds a little.

I notice the sun smiling shyly at me

And I received her warmth dearly

Gleaming with rays brilliant

The sun embraces me with brightness.

I am basking in its radiance with sighs of relieve

When the light burst at the seams

A little expansion began to well within,

How long it will remain

To drag me into another longing?

For a ray of tangible hold

To bring a stay long in my heart?

That uncertainty

Looms over me.

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The healing voice

The thundering illusion of pain

Suddenly disappeared in the coolness

Of a gentle and honeyed voice.

That very moment layers of pain

In nudity began to whine and vanish

I know somehow I am freed tonight

For the clutch of devil is no more haunting

The power of a voice I heard is dominating.

In gentle words the voice spoke long

Suffusing me with the depth of the universe

Eternally my gratitude I owe to her the bearer of the voice.

I shall say a palatial mansion made of diamond

Is still worthless to measure with the voice I heard tonight

That sweetness I wish to last forever playing in my ears.

The thundering illusion of pain

Suddenly disappeared in the coolness

Of a gentle and honeyed voice.

A meeting I am anticipating

The sooner the better my conscience telling me

Alas!! She decides when to appear and disappear,

But in waiting I shall be here always.

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Reigning pain

Fierce indeed

The brunt of burnt emotion,

Rivers of hope

Find almost no place in its flow.

This night the fire is burning wild

In emptiness the self wallow,

The deadliest beast is set to roam

In this sleepless night I am gone.

I understand not me

I understand not the pain

I understand not the reason

I understand not the teardrops.

This night is the usual night

I know it is just another night

But, why this fright

Of losing everything in sight?

Ferociously mounting on me

The sorrow from the dungeon's depth

The claws invisible yet sharp

Unto the heart’s vein it pierces deep.

The rein is weakening

Shadow of hope glimmers distantly

I know I may not reach there soonest

Will that distant reach me now?

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The song I hear again…

This song I have heard many times before

While awake and even in my dream

And again, it is playing once more

Plundering the abyss of my mind.

Nothing is void in its play

Everything comes spiraling

Reminding the scratches that bleed

And the shattered pieces of happiness lying still.

This song I know have been here long

Playing melancholic rhythms of anticipation,

With deadliest sting the song I hear again

Its grip is gaining upper hand.

People say forget the past wounds

Let’s look for a healing bond

And I have said the same to many

Only to beholder made be known the excruciation.

Beckoning light of hope shining still

I am in full awareness of that truth

Yet I am plunging deep into the torment

Of the freezing winter and burning summer.

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The moment

Oh! this moment

I wish in perpetuity remains

The serenity of the romance

That soothes the soul.

Hot chocolate and

A lady full of care and love

In blue chiffon gown

And benevolent eyes.

In fullness of a shortest stay

Time flies by jealously

Guarding her zealously

I am awakened

Everything vanishes.

And I see eternity

In perpetual flow
As I walkout from the dream
leaving my shadow with her.

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My friend I wish to speak to you…..

I am eager to speak to my friend

Who has been with me

From the first breath I inhaled

And up till now I know

my friend is still around watching me.

Yet this illusive traveler in time

Always play with my elusive mind,

That a vision of him I hardly see

Not even in my deadly slumber.

My friend before I depart for good

Let me at least meet you once,

I wish to have a good chat with you

So I may prepare myself for you

Prior to your arrival.

You are honest and precision is your ultimate

I know you value time the most

And appointment made is always met

Irrespective of place and time, race and religion.

Let me speak to you once my friend

So that, gladly I may depart with you,

I know from birth I am chained to you

And a meeting with you may break the chain for good.

Oh my friend, the unwelcome predator of nature

When can I immerse in your beauty and wonder?

Allow me a little gap to a still moment

To brush shoulder with you

Before you decide whether I am fit or not

To be added unto your long list of appointments.

My friend Death, you are not a fiend to be feared

Let in the stillness of my thoughts we meet and talk

And grace me to relinquish that fear which kills me alive

Before I end up in you, one fine day.

(Posted elsewhere before 020807)

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She my soul

Today the breeze whispers cold

Missing the beauty immersed divinely

The exquisite touch of the gentle steps

The earth misses that so much.

The twinkling diamond unparalleled indeed

Compared to the sparkling eyes enshrined there

The smiling lips I wish it keep moving

Uttering consolation in silent expression.

The iridescent silky hair let it fly rhythmically

Patting the breeze which whispers cold

She kills me with her silent look

In that smile, I see the whole universe

The energy that warms my heart

Heals the sorrow of that my mind wallows.

I am happy one moment

I am dejected another moment

I wonder why.

But, I don’t want to know the answer

Her presence is I want to be there

Throughout my life

To cry with my tears

To laugh with my laughter.

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A shadow in my heart

Her sweet demeanor

Enchanting smile

Through the gate of my heart

Gain entrance to my soul.

The flowing compassion

Blended with caring gentleness

Captivates the captor with loving glance

And, finds the way into my soul.

The silken strands of hair loosely swaying

Shines brightly in the glow of the neon

And she blends her demure looks

With dazzling splendor of her beauty.

A fantasy everything appears to me

Rendering the gleams of crepuscular charm

The reality that she belongs to keep whispering within me

What if she is just a dream?

The eyes equal that of the almonds

And lips equals that of the cherries

I have seen more than once

Yet I crave to see again and again,

Alas!!

In bliss though I am

The distance still matters,

and it pains again.

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Waves of emotion

Chiaroscuro of twilight ends

As night embraces the day

Bleak- everything seems to be

Not just the night but feelings too.

My nonchalant gaze i throw out of the window

Penetrating the bosom of the creation,

The marvel that has given insightful fountains

Inspiring poets and artists, deadens within me.

Tears wells up unknowingly

Until the first drop touches my hand,

I recalled the last teardrop a day before

That fell on almost the same spot.

Tearing asunder the emotion that agitates

I tried with all my might at greatest height,

But, in abstract intangibility emotion evaporates

I am forlorn gasping for a release,

For another day.

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Life....A vain pursuit? Nay !!

Voidance of love and care

All the powers that can be

Unto futility shall doom to see

Widening gaps, deepening divides.

We realize too late that the brandishing powers

That feeds the egoistical cravings to death

Shall soon vanish unto the vortex it belongs too

Repeatedly rises to merge into the creatrix globule.

Our eyes become blind our ears become deaf

To everything around, to everything heard

Though like waves, creation comes and goes

Leave prints of uncertainty everywhere in time.

Shallowly breathing the attachments

We thread the path of pain and ignorance

Crowning the knowledge of world’s visible

Frowning at the jewels of world’s invisible.

By spreading thinner the egoistical self

Life shall bloom to culminate unto seeds

To allow the deepest breathing to continue

And, life ripples once again.

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Life...a mythical mystery, not!!

This life a mythical mystery not,

But a mystical mastery;

Deluding mask of contemporariness

Clouds the mind like wisp of smoke

Spiraling into nothingness with endless thoughts

Mindlessly finding the ways towards entanglement

Reverting to the past for unseen knots

Hoping to unknot them in the unseen future

Hither and thither the mind runs

But everything lies here and now

It fails to reckon every second.

I see yonder and I remain

Knowing that there I shall never reach ever

Yet, the mind turns asunder,

Till waywardness ceases to be one

Mythical shall everything in life appears to be.

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