2. Sea’s Home-coming




Waves sway in the rocky bay,

Sea in this small playground plays,

Such vastness engulfed amidst rising rays !

Father comes to the daughter from far away,

While, scattered, toyed, rocks lay

Numb to 'father-child' who gyrates,

And daughter’s lullaby exhilarates,

Sky, meanwhile, claps its cloudy array.



O visitor waves,

Existence-lorn, thou come

Here for a homely swash,

Peep playfully inside coastal caves,

Bring aquatic gifts for some,

Along with gusts of air fresh.

3. Lady on the Canvas



When a painter paints his lady,

Even the colours seem ready

To sacrifice theirs and turn hers,

Vow, colours ebriated form a painted verse !



The brush too gyrates,

Softly, softly it narrates

His love tale,

Blossomed how a flower in a dale.



He, the love’s portrayer,

His soul immersed in a deep prayer,

Her features emerging,

Aha, love through his hands oozing !



Those eyes now ogle at him,

Deep, deep to the soul’s dim,

And his eyes at hers,

Goes on painting the verse.



When the love is fully faced,

Brush suddenly stopped and fingers braced

The pretty face eager for a praise,

Fallen sage got the colour erase.



The funny lady on the canvas,

Stared at him with extreme alas,

And furiously said,

Dear, have you gone mad.



4. The Nature in Love

The singing vales and flowery dales,

Away, somewhere in nature’s cradle,

Dreams open arms, with all charms,

Come here, come here ! Worry not hurdle.



The place in isolation, with Godly intuition,

Too excited to meet someone !

Come dear ! Come dear ! Don’t thou hear

And remember that fun.



The musical rivulet, and thy hut,

By fullest heart they call,

And the air awaits with thy breath’s share,

While the clouds still remember that playing-pal.



Trees sway with breeze,

It whispers patience in their ears,

Come he will, on thy hill,

In dreams, thy call he hears.



Little pathway, companion on that day,

Embraces those footsteps still,

Hums that song, sung in shadows long,

Where is he ? Asks the cloud passing hill.



Wild beauty of yore; opens heart’s door,

Remained I loveless for too long,

Then thou came, with thy love’s tame,

Resonates here now always the love-song.



Thus the lovely vale, falls in love’s dale,

The love-lorn lady ; silent beauty moan,

Dreams moments those, blossomed when love’s rose,

Come, come ! What serves the purpose beauty alone ?

5. The Night in Revolt



The sky is too starry today !

As if night too wants a new ray,

Whitish shine of mother milky-way,

In her lap numerous stars play.



Stars visible to the horizon,

As if the night has arisen,

In revolt against dark ; with a vision,

While, the darkness browbeats for treason.



Like martyrs the aerolites go,

As if to show :

Burn brightest, but not bow

Before the dark, which destiny casts over the show.



Their escapades over blackness' chest,

Aha the life lived best !

Too much fiery light, then salvation-rest,

Break they out of binding circle; much to destiny’s detest.



The sky with its vault starry,

While, the dark seemst wary,

Its fearful ears too heary,

Oh ! Feeblest shine of farthest star seemst so nearby.



Thus the night glows in revolt,

Depredations in every nook corner, to bolt

The dark behind the strongest door, and halt

Its march ; shines every eye with a colt.