Ordeals

How long can you keep me waiting

At the threshold of my breath,

To reach your domicile 

And fall into your ethereal embrace?

Enough of this seemingly endless saga

Of pains and joys I’ve known

Through countless births of mine,  

Those Promethean ordeals I’ve been in!

Have you kept anything to hide from me

For the trust we have kept for one another?

Sprouts of qualms obstinate I nurture,

They are there, I’ve known for ages

Won’t your arid womb hold me in?

 I’ve been sick of roaming in and out.

The train of births couched within

Freak me out making a wimp of me.  

Self Deception

Haven’t we elapsed years of living together,

Prying into one another’s privacy?

Haven’t we unearthed the skeletons of deceit and distrust

We had buried in our minds?

And haven’t we casted ourselves

As hapless victims of self-inflicted brutality?

We’ve learnt to live a life of living death

And to bury phoenix dreams of lustful love 

Don’t we have euphemistic language

To please one another?

An essential skill it is, of ardent love

To deceive oneself and others.

Enigma 

Was  it this place that we visited before
When we walked  hand in hand
Along  the lonely pathways
Measuring  our shadows that kept
Growing from underneath our feet
And spreading into other  shadows ?
Or, was this place that we longed to live in
To spend our unreal  life together ?

Were we talking about our dreams
Of shaping out a psychedelic world,
A world of cooked up stories?
Or, were we fathoming the depth of our prolonged silences
That crawled between us from unknown dismays?
Was it you who I was walking with
Or someone LIKE  you?
Or, was the whole thing a dream
That someone dreamt
For you and me?

You, Rain and Me

From distant clouds of the heights unseen
Sprout tiny droplets of bliss
And down your radiant cheeks
Trickle these silver strings of rain
Oh, dear!
Let's hold these vision in our eyes
Clear and uncoloured

From vibrant souls
On the plains unknown
Ooze  songlets of pain
And from our parching throats
Flow these burning strains of love
Oh, dear!
Let's keep these moments in our hearts
Fresh and untainted.

Nostalgia

These singing wavelets
Lull me into memories of a past;
I swing safe in the hands
Of a caring soul.
What if my skin got peeled off
As I craweled on rough stones!

These whispering sands
Tell me about stories untold;
I lie in the warmth
Of a motherly womb.
What if my ears got pierced
As I went through cruel sounds!

These flying birds
Sing me into lands far off;
I float aloof in the heights
Of the blue sky.
What if my feet got weary
As I tread along thorny paths!

Deers in the rescue camp

In the name of rescuing us
From unseen dangers
You have driven us away from our green home.
Thanks for the safety of the wall
With massive locks for its gates
All what we can do
Is to pose for your eyes,
Your cruel eyes!

In the name of feeding us
With your limited rations
You have taken us away from our fresh leaves.
Thanks for the openness of the cell
With unbound sky as its roof
All what we have to do
Is to bake our bodies,
Our bare bodies!

In the name of saving us
From unseen marshes
You have chased us away from our sweet spring.
Thanks for the dryness of the floor
With hot earth under our feet
All what we can do
Is to parch our throats,
Our dying throats

Loneliness

These iron grills, giant grills keep me away
From the light and sound so enchanting
Very near to me, yet far off.
My sighs rise up
To the wilderness of the sky;
I wish, my dear, you were here!

These thorn beds, wild beds fear me away
From the hue and sweet so endearing
Very near to me, yet far off.
My silence sings
To the loneliness of the groves;
I wish, my dear, you were here!

These burning fumes, cruel fumes choke me away
From the food and drink so relishing
Very near to me, yet far off.
My hunger cries out
To the harshness of the hearth;
I wish, my dear, you were here!

The Message

My heart beats into my ears
It brings me a secret message
Of sorrows I have known
Of pleasures forsaken

My eyes search into Times ahead
It finds there a pleasant sight
Of chains we have burnt
Of walls uprooted.

My mind probes into my Soul
It shows me a mystic vision
Of life I have freed
Of death forbidden

Transparency

Can there be darkness enough
In the corners of my heart
To hide a secret face from you?
Oh, God! Perish it if it is there.

Can there be roughness enough
In the tones of my words
To shoot a piercing dart at you?
Oh, God! Destroy it if it is there.

Can there be harshness enough
In the loops of my eyes
To throw a merciless gaze at you?
Oh, God! Remove it if it is there.

The Prisoner

Your love has caged me
For a time yet to come
Won’t it pain you to see my crippled wings?
Break the cage now
For caging me again.

Your care has chained me
For a life yet to live
Won’t it hurt you to see my bleeding flesh?
Cut the chain now
For chaining me again.

Your words have hooked me
On a gasp yet to take.
Won’t it pain you to feel the choking throat
Release the hook now
For hooking me again.

The Bliss of Silence

When we meet there is silence always,
A profound silence.
Where have our words gone
Leaving us in a world of wordlessness?
And I have come from way far off
To meet you, to talk to you

When we part there is silence again,
Silence with meanings added
What have we shared with one another
Saying nothing at all!

But when we think about one another
Words flow out
The two streams of voice meet and clash
Leaving us in a world of utter pains.
Isn’t it better to stick to silence,
For it causes no pain
But brings us only bliss?

Silence

Sitting so close to you I seek the meaning of love
In the luster of your eyes.
What I see I can’t say but feel through silence,
Blissful silence.

Staying far from you I seek the meaning of love
In the sheen of the moon
What I see I can’t say but feel through silence,
Painful silence.

Thinking so deep of you I seek the meaning of love
In the sea of our lives.
What I see I can’t say but feel through silence,
Willful silence.

What the River Says

The river whispers into my ears
In several deep voices
Sorrows of a lifetime,
Happiness of a wink’s time.
Greedy spades are still at work
They dig her chest deep and deep.

The river unveils before my eyes
In several mystic ways
Treasures of a whole life,
Loot of a single night.
Dirty eyes are still on her
They strip her body stark naked.

The river brings to my notice
In several unseen ways
Food for a lifetime
Waste of a lusty lunch
Hungry jaws are still at work
They chew her flesh more and more