Mother, in complete humility and gratitude I bow,
However far you may go,
The rays of your love will light
even the darkest of my night!
**
Darkness
Too far and deep, I have gone into the pit of gloom,
And lost in the cavernous folds of the impending doom,
Even the brightest big suns now appear too far,
Faint stars these now and just flash their inspiring rays,
Feeble rays reaching me cannot take out the ship caught in treacherous bays,
I know the futility of the beckoning light,
Even in its brightest folds outside, hope is now out of sight,
Now I go deep into my night,
With nobody as a witness to my plight,
All cherished dreams out of sight,
A wingless bird that tried to fly but then crashed from its struggled height,
Now I just silently walk into the dark hold of my night,
Alone
and forlorn,
Insane eccentricities of my soft moan,
Carrying me into the hitherto unreached zone!
**
The light does hark,
beyond the deepest dark,
There is a day bright,
after the ghostly haunts of a nightmarish night,
After a barren famished fight,
there blossoms a spring-fresh delight,
After the pining pangs of separation,
there is a worthy end to the desperation,
After crashing in the gutters,
there is a surge and rise to bathe in holy waters,
After crying convulsions on the lips,
a smile takes honeyed sips,
After the last defeat,
still there is an undying urge to accomplish the feat,
Even when blind with despair,
there is hope hiding and cajoling somewhere,
Even in hate, love still lurks somewhere!
**
Raven
in cuddling heaven!
Its irritable kaw-kaw melting into bearable notes,
Its erstwhile black monochrome, ewwe!
Glowing now with a likeable hue,
Love is the best form of truth and beauty,
Take it as your conscious humanoid duty!
**
Their dreams frequently suffer a break,
They are but the ones who help others make!
**
The mountain eagle flying
in splendor and ecstasy,
Its unquenchable tempests
creating airy firmament,
But does this fraction of reality
possess anything good for the prey as well?
**
The story told by the soul to its own corpse:
Once I flew and frolicked high,
Now the flesh and blood gone dry,
The real me withdrew with a painful sigh,
They say, 'I was destined to die,'
It's but the biggest lie!
**
Lost
It has been months since
I last lit my faith's lamp,
So many days have passed since
prayers chimed in my dark den's air damp,
My meditating self,
Now gives atheistic yelp.
Lost my faith!
Lost my prayer!
Lost my rituals!
Lost my meditative trance!
**
The Light!
The light does hark,
beyond the deepest dark,
There is a day bright,
after the ghostly haunts of a nightmarish night,
After a barren famished fight,
there blossoms a spring like delight,
After pining pangs of separation,
there is a worthy end to the desperation,
After crashing in the gutters,
there is a surge and rise to bathe in holy waters,
After crying convulsions on the lips,
a smile takes honeyed sips,
After the last defeat,
still there is an undying urge to accomplish the feat,
Even when blind with despair,
there is hope hiding and cajoling somewhere,
Even in hate, love still lurks somewhere!
**
The winter has'n brutal and harsh,
And my struggle turned almost a farce,
Lost all my leaves,
With loss my soul grieves,
Still not all is lost,
For greenish life finds a host
in the wheat at my feet,
They pay a respectable greet,
My loss and my pain
doesn't go in vain,
Tumbled down as my leaf
with pain and grief,
Blossom thousands around,
Wheatlings like daughters doth surround,
Fell where my tear,
Many a smile this earth doth bear,
Doesn't go waste my pain,
Sows it the prospects of gain,
If not for me,
Definitely for thee!
**
O thou little master,
The world was a bit faster,
You now force brakes,
Lions turn into drakes,
Even newspaper is scary,
No longer a news carrying fairy,
It comes from Delhi,
Fear pinches my guts and belly,
With inhibitions I touch,
A fearful world is such!
**
There is always hope,
As long as nature holds the rope
through its smile pure,
Survive we will for sure!
**
I am the moth
and I love my flame!
My fire!
But I feel the burning core of
the glow around which
I helplessly circle around!
I know that I cannot stop
the fire from burning,
So I throw myself in a fiery pit
to forget my dear flame's burning plight!
I throw myself in a bigger fire
so that I forget myself
and my flame's cries!
**
The storm screeched through the night,
Poured its fury through sadistic love bite,
Undefeated but smiles the beauty,
Still doing its fragrant duty,
Her holy petals bear
the storm's violating drops without fear,
Holy beads now they are,
Smiles, smiles and no war!
**
The rabid Chinese communist thugs,
And fundamentalist religious bugs,
Will tatter and tear
the majestic carpet to bloodied rugs,
Don't take their bait,
Don't engage them in hate,
At level theirs don't fight,
For it'll be devil's delight,
Love is the sole remedy against the bug,
Go, give them a sweet hug,
Goodness lies in every human heart,
Only on the surface bad doth dart,
May be they will realize,
It's the only harmless weapon
to cut the devil to a decent size,
Civil disobedience against
the Chinese communist thugs,
A loving embrace
to the blinded suicidal religious bugs,
Only this will quell the doom,
Or be ready for the devil's boom!
**
Not all is well,
Another Baobab fell,
The millennial old sages,
Mother's blessing arms for ages,
They now bid a sad bye,
Her blessings withdraw with a sigh!
**
I was once luscious red,
Now the colors get shed,
Spring dews nourished me,
Delightful to see,
Now the colors turn pale,
Youth, how thou sail!
Sadistically sun-kissed and old,
Death takes me in its fold,
I but hold with grace,
My wise, toothless smile up for a brace,
Earlier only my skin used to glow,
Now the entire self in mystical flow,
I choose to smile till last,
Let the summer sun go crazy with blast,
I arrived with smile on my lips,
Now the entire soul takes divine sips.
**
Then, dew-kissed youth fed by nourishing spring.
Now, sun-kissed old age forged in the furnace of summers.
Then, kiss of life, love and living.
Now, kiss of death and decay.
Mother's kisses are simply kisses,
Just that our ego fumes and hisses!
**
Chums rubbing bums!
To the hell with social distancing!
That's your problem, not ours!
You guys didn't care,
Our freedom we also don't share,
We enjoy our littered eat,
You stare at yours in loo's seat,
You aren't as neat
as you may think,
Our nose is still pink
despite all the shitty job,
Stenchiest poo is loaded in your knob,
Despite the proof of your evolved brain,
All appears to go down the drain!
**
A ray
and a day
making hay...
**
Staring at the misty past
and forcing myself not to see the future eager to unfold itself too fast,
I wave at the nostalgic strains still beckoning and alive,
How I wish I could dive
back into the pools of the past,
To have my moments last
at a place that held me in its cradle soft,
That pious embrace which still holds me aloft!
**
The burning beast!
Ashes and ambers in its furnaced heart,
Unquenchable thirst in its guts,
Restless howls oozing from its sandy soul.
Its being defined by the belief in death—
the absence and denial of supple, pliant, giving, forgiving waters.
Its inflated vastness puffs out lifeless sandy blizzards.
Poor thing doesn't know that a tiny oasis,
silently doing its lifeful duty is dearer to both man and god!
**
A dry tree doles out a piece of death-bed wisdom for me:
My wood is all but dead and dry,
I ought not to have a sad tear in my eye,
Nor a pining heart's sigh,
My roots are now the soil
that fuels the fresh leaves' toil
for new smiles and fragrance,
Much of what was once above
is alive now below!
And here are the sad musings of a lone pine on a weather-beaten ridge:
Where have the birds gone?
Too many of them used to roam
the sky over my head,
And play, love and make nest
at their joyous best
among branches mine,
Now my pine's soul doth pine,
Yesterday, I saw a bird couple too sad,
Are many of them dead?
**
O Lord!
The sweet bugs of your love thrive in my being,
My frailties try to kill them,
My fears and insecurity keep mauling them under hard boots,
But they survive this poison and heartless onslaught.
My weaknesses light fire to burn them,
But they still rise from the ashes like Phoenix,
With every effort to tear them away from my facade,
They sneak deeper into my soul.
This body will decay and burn some day,
But they will carry on with my soul!
**
When the night sighs like a pining mother,
Pining for that shining star that smiled
and shone on its darkish face,
And now lost somewhere in the infinite folds of the cosmos,
I feel the mother's pain,
For who hasn't been a loser in this world,
I have lost one too.
**
In the fathomless distances of the cosmic darkness,
somewhere my real self shines dreamily.
It teases me from far.
Its rays reach me now and then.
And before the undying dawn settles on my face,
the star is again lost in the impenetrable cosmic clouds.
**
A dove-eyed gazelle,
Deep in a forest,
Steps on a dry leaf,
It murmurs with pain,
A thin crackling sound
and it falls apart.
Far away in a concrete jungle,
She has a sadistic smile on her lips
and steps over his heart.
The leaf in the forest
voices the shattering blast
of a broken heart.
A plum ripe fruit on a branch,
It grabs naughty simian attention,
A playful snatching pull,
And the fruit goes off at its prime.
Far away, death sharpens its scythe, chuckles heartlessly,
and harvests a young life at its peak.
A pale old leaf surrenders
to the painless pull of gravity,
And swirls down to ecstatic oblivion.
Far away, an old man peacefully
takes his last breath in sleep.
**
The Spring's traces last,
Hot summers approaching fast,
Languid notes in the air,
A solitary bird's forlorn chirping
for its musical share,
Drowned in stillness
this late morning bright and fair,
Sky's dull blue,
Spread with some mystical clue,
But a smaller world is there,
The overall lethargy cannot reach where, —
In its self-defined world
in a corner tiny,
The luscious wild flower
still stands brave and shiny!
**
