In
the calm core of my wind-lashed, stormed self,
some
unmovable shadow defines the substance of my being.
I
but have been running miles after miles,
chasing mirages to find my identity.
***
Expansion and contraction—
A raindrop
in the ocean,
and a
balloon in the air,
One mixing
with the whole
to become
complete and happily spread out,
The other capturing
a part of the hole
to egotistically confine for a specific, limited self.
***
Dove
in love.
Impatient
he.
Teasing
she.
Airy
swirls.
Hugging
frills.
Breeze
free.
Passionate
spree.
Almost
a fight.
Soul's
delight.
Love.
Dove.
Love.
He went on digging a well,
With his spirit valorous,
Deep, deep! For success smell,
His battle-song like divine chorus
Waxed the belief to most solid state,
Only to such heroes, God’s emblems relate.
The water at unfathomable depth,
Still, hardest effort’s divine force,
Kept him going and he never dejectedly slept,
Far, far! Soft light’s mild source
Kept up this cloud-light’s thunderous spark,
Vow, puritan at war with the dark!
Fighting he was from the God’s side,
Against devil trying belief’s downfall,
On his brave back Godhood ride,
Like an awful radiant ball,
To reach the goal, piercing earth,
And play with deepest water in mirth.
Volcanically he went,
Cleansing earth almost spiritually,
Digging, digging with back bent,
To reach water, somewhere gushing fully,
O thou free roaming soul,
For how long could escape thy goal?
The mighty river, in wintry shiver,
Warmly it flows; water motherly glows,
Majestic Goddess! Gay abandon and virgin fresh!
To wash the child; for aeons who guiled.
Comes cold air, to kiss the upper layer,–
Flautist around her lips, blowing musical whiffs,
Untamed beauty listens not, with mountains it fought,
Defeated broadest shoulders; sensuous curves ate boulders,
From far, far............ without distance’s bar,
Thou walk everywhere; stop nowhere,
Like beauty nomad, who doesn’t shed
Her heart’s tear; which her freedom can’t bear.
Lapping, joyous water; thy stony falter,
Thou, but, never fall, clear obstructions all,
Rock woes! Wins as a dewy rose,
Thy victorious path, for the sinner’s bath.
Beauty wins, while proud father grins,
Daughter go on, and do not moan
Thy victory’s incise; it is father’s prize,
Take my worth, for the plain’s mirth.
Timelessly it goes, like immortal rose,
For millions’ sake, and take
Faith in full flow; save the sinking low,
Rest it doesn’t take, till the final lake.
Full bloomed flower; beauty in shower,
Raining to drench, raining to drench!
To colour eyes dry, where colourless dreams cry,
Softly pacifying destiny’s lynch.
Aha coloured rain, shooing away defeat’s pain!
Forget everything, forget everything!
For heaven’s sake, and take
Glimpse of the real being.
The petals soft, inspire aloft,
Live like me, live like me!
Make hay a day; worry not last ray,
Let life a flower be!
Give fragrance, without self’s hindrance,
Multi-hue others, multi-hue others!
So, death when comes, a loser it becomes,
Everything already given, now what is gathers!
Glow thou beauty, it is thy duty,
To celebrate and congratulate even those who lose,
Godly appreciation, so that desperation
Does not become deadly noose.
Heaven has just sprinkled green,
Wonder, if nature had ever been
Painted so monotonously!
Paddy, paddy everywhere, He says generously,
The greenish sweep sways,
Guess what the sun says?
Shy-eyed from that cloud’s corner above,
Green-girdled maiden gives naughty shove.
And the clouds roam;
The love separating dome,
Prevent the full eye’s glee,
Lover lost; his damsel on the flee.
Softly, softly comes the breeze,
So that time may not seize
The beauty gone motionless,
Nimbly flutters her dress.
Farmers paying tribute to Goddess green,
Remove wrong colours from the scene,
The devotees with painter’s precision,
Go on working, working with a vision.
She, meanwhile, gallops across fields,
Giggling and air-heeled,
The virgin in its full bloom,
Would-be-mother, many fates lie in thy womb.
The meditative flow
Of this small brook;
The waters serene and slow,
Move bearing a pebbled look.
The jungle seems
Spellbound by its beauty,
Like a lover dreams
About those curves and lips pouty.
And the trees
Watch the damsel with gleeful eyes,
Softest of the breeze,
Slow, slow the silent majesty flies!
A sparrow dips its small beak
Into the generous, smiling water,
Thirst goes away! And seek
Refuge where water doth falter.
This slim feminine Goddess,
Blesses everything with its soft touch,
Aha, extreme beauty seemst too modest!
This wild maiden is careless such.
Thus, the brook flows with its beauty,
In harmony with the time,
The universal flow doing its duty,
God, how great is thy flowing rhyme!
