The Music in Solitude

 

He just went on a long journey,

Which the soul lit up,

While, the matter’s stern pride

Trying to stave off the fighter.

 

With his great heart glowing;

The living fountain of light,

Went on fighting the darkness,–

Heavenly luminary kindled this lamp!

 

Sacred mystery giving him safe passage,

From that bottom of appearance;

The sorrow-stricken bearance,

Aha, nobler destiny awaits somewhere!

 

The musical journey!

Music of word, heart and nature,

For that fountain of splendour,

Gushing heavenly at the infinity’s fringe.

  

Traveller himself amuser and the amused,

Such is the inward symmetry,

His rhythmic footsteps with a song,

While, divinity sways to his tune.

Poem

 

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.

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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.

 

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Doves in Love

 

Dove in love.

Impatient he.

Teasing she.

Airy swirls.

Hugging frills.

Breeze free.

Passionate spree.

Almost a fight.

Soul's delight.

Love.

Dove.

Love.

 

Deep, Deep! Water Exists Somewhere

 

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?

Wild Beauty from Hills

 

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.

The Star with Endless Beauty

 

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.

A Maiden’s Living Painting

 

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.