God Government

That of Caesar for Caesar
And of God for God,
But Caesar carries it a long way
Playing a silly joke on our lives.


We are bachelors, and spinsters quite,
To be married, long after, presumably
To be decided, by the government God.
Lying prostrate before minister,
Of education, and of education, higher;
To be interviewed; with great kindness
By a nominee, of the government god.

Shall we become chaste
With our hopes going waste.
A gang of lecturers, imaginary;
Despondent and mad,
When rules going bad,
In the God minister’s head.

We are chaste and waste
For the Caesar, decides it best
To act, only to his taste
Our dreams, shattered; though
May his dreams fulfill.
We are celibate, but happySince his sons marry.

Snoring
In the humming tunes of snoring,
I listened to untold legends;
Of heaped grains and grand deeds.
The night fills its granaries
With black darkness of a terrible harvest;
And I with sympathies
For men in general, In the gloom;
Drowning deep into sleepy depths.

The loving mothers silent; afraid of nights
And fathers too, daunted
Vacating the hours for rules
Of roaming spirits, from seminal years.
Owls rudely howl, possessing
The sacred surroundings and green trees.

I feel jealous, to avenge
The ugly trespassers of our holy abode.
From the far away hills, rises
Anonymous calls of angry ghosts;
Dying away gradually to moans.
In the dark hours, one becomes cynical;
Of the birth in a half-lighted earth.

Perunthachan

The old carpenter with a new look
Assumed a golden smile and I
The young carpenter, seated before
With the innocence of an absolute baby.
I, being filled with awe
And the shy nervousness of an interviewee
Begging for the guru’s surest kindness;
As a providence, with a rare thanks.
Reckless he came out with sickle
And sword fell; on me sharpened
Launched questions, my guru hasn’t taught me
The guru turning Yaksha,
The father turning killer!
With the very hands he elevated!
I prayed the skies to come down,
The world to shrink in a single pot,
The ocean to swallow us, both;
The world turning upside down,
With spikes of writhed questions.
In the loveless eyeball of iterant Guru
I saw me torn and split.
In the whiteness of his crystal teeth
I saw me weird and pale.

LITTLE UNNI

Usually I see
Often and all day I see;
The mother calling Unni, ‘here’
Through my window panes.

‘If I were Unni’, I think ,
From the bondage of age,
Out to Unni’s little world,
In the small home, there,
Across the trees and soft grass;
Only owned by little Unni.
Running carefully with mother after
After every little mischief and
Before every little meal.

If not seen, I listen
To his little sound and silly jokes
From inside his little home;

To be always, with my little Unni.

The White Gandharva
I touched his white hands
With the wind of my love.
It was gentle and cold as he was
Fair, long and powerful;
From then, he came to me many a times
For always I called him with his white hand.
Through the forest, when in walking
Along the huge mounts pursuing me,
He comes in with his white hand.
He comes in like a handsome gandharva;
Following me, for my priceless love;
As an iron pin for a full magnet.
In morning mists; I see him
In the splattering raindrops too.
In the seven colours of the rainbow, too
He shines in his stilling grandeur.
Milk-white and honey-sweet
He is my full-fledged dream;
With sky-like innocence and sense;
He conquers more and more
The unravished corners of my dear heart.
He comes as the prince in clouds; over me
Over the head and eyes in wide clarity;
When in slouching, he holds out his hand,
And we two walk together in tranquil
Across the apples groves of his brimful youth.

TO MY FAIRY LAND

Above those trees; none of mine,

The far away twigs; natives here,

Like a crow flashing there; Fearless;

The greenery fluttering there, in gusty wind;

I fly, on wingless desire,

In the deluge of my bountiful love,

Far away, to my fairy land.

In each rush of air, I sniff it;

The villas and orchards and silky sand.

The dearest is there, and the coveted

So shall I fly in drifting wind

Across the firmament, bodyless.

My legs grow wide and long

To diagonally cut this rounded earth;

To reach the saturation point

So to clasp tightly, thus

Not slipping my fondest belonging.

IN SUMMER

Comes the summer in blooming Edana leaves;

Along with a dancing hope,

Born out of sugary jackfruit.

God smiles, festivals close

The cycle of summer has made its way.

The barking dogs cheer aloud;

With a restored happiness, of noble summer.

The new borns wailing in the tiring heat

Poauring into the hearts, a pulsating joy.

Man and child and nature hug

A warm embrace of flawless happiness.

WEDLOCK

Wearing the red sindooram on the parting line;

And marking it long into the crown of the head,

Blazing the gifted dignity of a better half

And sharing Brahma’s creative vigour.

Like Shiva and Parvathi, they stand;

Love and procreation in the infinite.

Mirroring each other in the loveliest blend,

And supplementing to the half male and female.

The wife bonding the husband on her forehead;

And saving him with the sword of chastity.

If love binds, is alluring and rhythmic

Or will crash like scattered debris.

AGEISM

The loving old mother gaoled for long,

In the purgatorial fires, of a selfish in-law.

The senses purified strictly, with ordeals

And words scanned, with a pride, spiteful.

The wrinkled skin, wanting in elegance

And the gestures diagnosed; madness!

Ominous, she says; the obsolete presence,

Getting her cursed in the nether world too.

Golden days, she too had, once,

And was pampered, a darling kid.

Parents fretted, for her silliest sob

Kingly cradles sang her lullaby.

She had bashful faces on kissing,

And cherubic as alighted from heaven.

Nature, too, had its spotlight on her,

Learning it from such doting parents.

Such a beloved, now singled out

Hellishly cut by bitchy brutes.

A few salty drops, drops from above,

As affectionate dots of parental love.

LOVE AFTER A MURDER

Love flows out in streams,

From the blood of a murdered girl.

As she was crushed among the giant wheels,

Loaded with the wrath of some unknown God.

Pressed to the ground and trod upon

She groaned, sweated and rolled.

And called, with all her might

The angry God with manifold penance.

She called and called and called

Piercing the heaven with her prayers.

Blood was dripping all throughout,

A blanket of blood, she was wrapped in.

Mocking faces and pitying words;

Still, she lay on the reddened earth.

Madly, she called out with panic and pain,

But, it all bounced with fooling stiffness,

Broken bones, into the minutest bits

Wrenching pain, like fire, she ate.

The fireworks of the angry God, she cried,

A mass of flesh, absurd; she lay!

The sweeping pain, in the heart, she whined,

And clasped the raged God, on to his heart.

Never, she loved anything than the giant wheel;

So fiercely with a divine empathy.

Unveiled the providence with the sourest pain,

And put a ladder to the insensible sky. Oh!

Beat the budding body in its prime,

And squeezed out the sap in bloody juice!

More and more she loved the giant wheel,

In each blood drop trickling from her eyes!

EUPHORIA

A vision of heaven;

In spirit and eyes,

In tongue and trunk!

Joy filled in the walls;

Of the rarest redemptive power!

Hymns, earthly and unearthly

Of archangels, ceraphins and cherubs,

And all the saints in due glory;

In procession to honour His Highness!

And we; with begging bowls

Of painful prayers for plentiful alms!

Hallelujah shouts and Hosanna praises

With a semblance of heavenly gathering;

Thanking and praising the creator,

In the name of the Blessed Virgin!

And, from the sacrarium, then;

Proceeds the Lord Jesus of Nazareth!

Hiding in his eyes, the sea of kindness,

And, in his hands holding,

The boons for the hopeless,

And, so for the rejected and helpless.

The magnificent heaven dawns, here;

Upon us with its magnanimity!

Lord Jesus, in wordless beauty,

And with light gait walks along;

The crucified Jesus, still alive,

Touching the wounded and all,

Wiping the weeping eyes,

With soft, feathery arms!

And we, with the shrillest voice

Crying at the winsome God;

For a classic touch and loving stroke.

And Jesus bless abundantly, all

Accompanied by the fairy godmother!

The heaven delighted and dances,

In unison with the invoking sons.

MATRIMONIAL

MATRIMONIAL

Maids; unlocked cases,

Blames; and virginity, a sin.

Mad advocates of violence;

Spoiling a girl’s gifted life,

Abrupt, to a cacophonous output!

Birth, death and marriage,

Predestined in the scheduled life,

With threads interwoven dexterously;

Opening at the opportune time.

Marriage, not to be foisted on;

To get deflowered somehow,

The cadence lost in discordant notes.

If a man, a woman emerges,

If a woman, a man too, comes up in love.

SCHOOL BOY

It is vile to pluck me out;

Cushioned from all in the simple verandah;

To the crafty friends, a bogy;

And the blood-curdling teacher, a bully.

I am not so born to be schooled;

In the incipient years of my sole birth.

Let my legs go untied;

Upon the untapped turfs.

I am not so born to be blemished;

By the crass and crummy classrooms.

Still agape with scenes around;

After five years of briskly deals.

Am I taxed for my vibrant pulse?

With the punitive baggage on my shoulder bones.

I ever hate the hell it is;

To be coaxed into troubling chores.

I shall be airy with the clucking chicks

But not with the teasing brainy imps.

ONCE MORE

In the dead hours of the howling night,

Where has hidden my grandmother’s arms,

Covering me under her thick blanket.

And my grandfather’s sleepy growling

Anointing me with his guarding presence!

The snakes fled; on the powerful rosary

And the Nishagandhi flowers smiled,

With a lighted moon driving downwards.

The night was unending; mature and cool,

In the peaceful indoors of the wooden home.

Darkness spoke; the child read it;

And laughed and ate the shapeless darkness.

Forbidden are those joys; this quiescent night;

Pleasures recoiled in the withdrawn years.

The sweet grandfather and his odorous liniment;

His frame and sound still filling in me.

But leaving after sporadic moments,

Deserting me to unguarded years.

Days into nights and nights to days,

But deformed like endless circles, since;

The hooks have forgotten to catch fishes

And the fishes, forgotten to swim.

The barking dogs dissipating in a plaintive cry

And cats roaming like rascals.

The ducks and hens keeping delicate pride

Unmindful of alarming in bright mornings.

The ripe fruits reluctant to change colour;

And hailstones; not coming in rains.

Fairy tales stopped, fairies frightened

Of gush of machines and barren lands.

The fire-eating ghosts have run apart

To possess empty houses and pools.

THE HIGH-TECH

Piled up money in banks,

And the rest cumulated in sacks,

The young, handsome, high-tech man

Languishing his life in city streets.

The shopping malls and posh parlours,

Now of no vitality to him, dead.

And the stuffed food repels his taste buds;

With a relentless row of vehicles

Sending out smell in smoky packs.

The oceanic vehicles, thoughtless of him,

And the flight of the busy birds

Making a rope way out of electric lines;

The extraneous, succulent, cosmopolitan dishes

And the cafes serving solid wisdom,

Shackles him in a sickly limbo.

Marriage, to him a crude drudgery

For he gets plenty in profligate means.

The night dances begin to pall on him,

With the tedium of coloured lips.

Posh restaurants, no surrogate

To the virtuous arms of artless mother!

And the foliage of the banyan trees

Defeats the luxury of costly flats.

WOLF HOUSE

Among the ghoulish, wicked wolves,

I am scared of the rhythmic beats;

Of the course and circuit;

Of the spiral belts of day and night;

Of the corroding decay of the hearts beside.

Where austerity is countrified,

And, vengeance cloaked in whitened teeth,

Liberate me to tear myself asunder.

Fettered in the walls of rotten malice,

And the victim drizzling in helpless sweat,

The evil incarnate makes his walk.

The exhausted brain beseeching bit of polish;

And is pressed with venomous tongue.

Damsels crossed for one’s own daughters;

Let the time repay in its original code,

Without delay in the awarding mode.

DREAM HOUSE

My dream house; palatial, proud and especial

Stands stagnant day by day:

Calling me with an untold fascination,

I feel the ethereal beauty; and pangs of pain.

For eluding me access wherein,

To the magical indoors; majestic and reserved.

It is real, not fancy bred;

A living record of feelings; mysterious,

Bottled up in a young sensitive mind.

For none else knows the language of dreams

Counting up to the feelings of a life-time.

Casually, I found it, to my dismay

A play of will or sheer intuition.

I wink at it; from among the noisy crowd,

Not a chance left, to suck out its splendour.

A verdant, rustic, garden in front,

Exuding an air of love and warmth,

The blue flowers withering down;

And the red flowers blooming up.

The moving witnesses of a sad story;

Buried for ever in the damsel’s mind.

RAIN

The flooding memories wafted through the rain,

And smothering chilliness redolent of death;

Recollections wedded to an invaluable past;

And the freezing fear of an annoying present.

The past and present converges in rain!

The watery courtyards and wet leaf tops,

The damp earth and dull trees,

Not the less saddens a spirited mind.

The moaning rhythm of the falling rain;

And leaves drumming for isolated rain drops;

Fires pain of separation in shaky minds

A mother of child, love of his lady love.

The violent rain, wilder than stormy ocean

Dons watery grave and endless tears.

Homeless kids huddling up to ragged clothes,

And bloodless bodies by troubling cold,

The phantoms of killed men and dead fish;

Daunts us through each wanton rain.

The nature weeps bitterly as it looks,

The alarming warnings of a veteran soothsayer!

Senseless men roaming about in windy nights,

And gruesome faces of rainy nights,

Burdens one with love for scattering men folk

And fills with the fear of draconian nature.

RAIN

The flooding memories wafted through the rain,

And smothering chilliness redolent of death;

Recollections wedded to an invaluable past;

And the freezing fear of an annoying present.

The past and present converges in rain!

The watery courtyards and wet leaf tops,

The damp earth and dull trees,

Not the less saddens a spirited mind.

The moaning rhythm of the falling rain;

And leaves drumming for isolated rain drops;

Fires pain of separation in shaky minds

A mother of child, love of his lady love.

The violent rain, wilder than stormy ocean

Dons watery grave and endless tears.

Homeless kids huddling up to ragged clothes,

And bloodless bodies by troubling cold,

The phantoms of killed men and dead fish;

Daunts us through each wanton rain.

The nature weeps bitterly as it looks,

The alarming warnings of a veteran soothsayer!

Senseless men roaming about in windy nights,

And gruesome faces of rainy nights,

Burdens one with love for scattering men folk

And fills with the fear of draconian nature.

ON THE WAY TO CALVARY

The crown of thorns, not floral crowns

That adorns the rich velvety hair.

Bleeding over the sins of all he loves

Blood seeping through the wires of hair

The magnificent Lord, Jesus Christ!

The lifted wooden cross, is there, in his arms;

The haggard body wades its way

Through the clammering crowd; wild and violent!

O God! Loved are you in our hearts

And, we, restless; till with you.

The child like innocence still illuminating;

The afflicted face in motley ways.

Accursed are those who beat him

The sinless lamb, of a bloody tale.

O Lord! Reduced are we, to nothingness

On seeing you crucified in black hands!

Youthful Christ, save me in your soul,

With the laden core of the Holy Cross!

Store my flaming sweat of lifeless air;

And mix with mine, your eternal blood!

Dear, you are mine, and of all the destitute

Loving you with the fullest strength of a trivial being!

Answer you are, to all unanswerable

And offseting beauty, for all my ugliness!

Garlands are made, of torrents of tears

To bedeck you, with all I have.

A drop of blood; from your shoulder wound;

Suffice it to appease my burning thirst!

A COLONIAL LAMENT

The moments are to write,

The paper is to site, A

nd I am to wait, for my heart to get light.

Numbness has incarcerated my heart;

I am robbed of all my robustness.

Life, not any, is left in me

As to feel the life ahead.

The four white walls, cruel masculine faces

Instill nothing but nausea and pain

Callous, cold and cruel as he is,

The parading eyes make the cross for me.

King, owner, jealous master,

Sparks of deadly fire glow from his eyes

I am made the slave, the dead

To be crushed, chewed and squeezed.

Sadly I remember the loss,

Even of feminine identity and charm;

To propitiate that gigantic male god.

The death-in-life really dawns on me,

The senses prophesying the smell of death.

I have long forgotten the smell of life;

Since I knew that diabolic figure.

In the earth, fire, and water

In the naked soil and in the splendid twilight,

I am searching for life everywhere.

Once, I could get the glimpse of life

In the sweet smile of a little darling.

O my child, kiss me with your eyes

To breed flowers of my tears.

Kiss me with your lips a thousand times,

Heal my wounds, rid me of the evils.

I am loved, hallowed and valued

When I saw the sweet angelic face.

Come to me in silence and dreams

To lit the dark corridors of my soul.

Get in to my being, to reside in me

And grant me the bliss to the end.

EXPATRIATE

Given away from the homeland, a poor expatriate

Tears rolling down the cheeks, over his plight.

A big vacuum created, deprived of his roots;

The infinity threatens him, with its passivity.

Not that the power of prestige, he loved

Neither the limelight, nor fame, nor solemnity

He loved only a harmonious meeting,

Of love and peace as in his mother’s womb!

Beyond his will, he was snatched

By a cunning fate, wicked and insane.

Every grain of sand, he loved and each bud

Wanted to be with it, all his life.

So sad; nobody lent ears to his cries,

And was driven away from his dear land.

The body went; but the mind remained

For he was stone dead in the foreign land.

Hopefully, he turned to each drop of sand

To call him, again, to his dear land.

Not was he loved, as he did

And so had to go from his dear land.

But groaning, were the droplets of his sweat,

And cursing the traitors of the poor expatriate.

LIFE-BLOOD

The blood-flowing fingers;

A beginning and an end.

The red blood gushing out;

The maroon colored life-blood;

Carrying corked desires and vigor,

Summing up the nuances of past;

And broadcasting a new hope;

Of a spring after an autumn fall.

The loveliest beauty of naturalness!

Refreshing at its very sight.

A confluence of love and life,

Unleashes a fountain of love;

By its charming spell; in the onlooker.

A magnetic urge to drink from it,

To appease the thirst for life,

As the juicy grapefruit juice!

Posterity seeking its birth through it;

Begets offspring with flesh and blood.

Empowers even the trivial,

With the stronghold of resourcefulness.

Deeply one begins to love oneself

On seeing the torrent of blood.

The blushing cheeks and flushing fingers

Golden boon of the rushing blood.

The red blood, universally human

Bears the hunger of man for man.

SOULFULNESS

The sunshine in its changing shades

Brings me back to those sunny days.

The red bangles in black spots;

The crump of bangles busted in newness;

And dotted balloons flying high up

All made a heaven for me!

Leaps the heart, on visiting those spots

The soul throbs, quenches its thirst,

As it sees the rural charm and pebbled paths.

Unalloyed joy, I enjoyed to the lees;

Where I saw heaven, in the leaves of hibiscus!

The divine ambience, the paradise on earth!

And to relive that joy, I am waiting

Day in, day out, with renewed hope.

Serene evening, with glittering drops showering down

Sat by the grandmother, with a bunch of palm leaves

The luckiest girl, I thought!

And anticipated never, the drowsiness to come.

The tattered well with ample life;

And the pulley on the crumped floor;

The life giving pieces of a royal past!

The sweet rush which brushed off my clothes;

The coffee plants where we swang;

And the ripened berries; hectic and brown,

The meandering paths; airing cold and fresh,

All a part of me and never will part.

The passing years and bygone days

With a fragrance that submerges the soul,

Make a spontaneous overflow in my eyes!

A PLEA TO FATE

Like a culprit before the scaffold,

And a patient for the footprints of death;

I am waiting for my fate; wayward

Who turns my life haywire.

It is stubborn, for me not to be choosy

Devoid of free will; always at its behest.

I am afraid to love and be loved,

To laugh or to dream or to hope.

For the mad fate may turn it the moment;

To an ocean of tears, unruly.

I am not a poet, elite or enlightened

An uncouth being with rustic desires!

Leave me alone, capricious fate,

Let me indulge in my innate joys;

Of sylvan woods and singing birds,

Thunderous clouds and dusty sands!

I have people to love, greedily

And tuneful songs, to listen to.

Left over longings to be fulfilled,

And seasonal haystacks to be mounted upon!

I have spaces to fill, my life with;

And eyes to be seen, glistening with joy.

Battles to be fought and laurels to be won;

Of little worlds, loved as myself.

To open my eyes wide around,

With a tinge of joy from a soothing air;

And to gently close my eyelids with,

The inward glee of a fruitful act;

The grandest mercy, to come from fate

Not to whirl me with a stormy hand.

DIVINE ECSTASY

In his looks, I see myself

In my looks, I see him too.

Those deep eyes resemble mine

My sober face, a replica of his.

Two bodies, but a single soul

First time, I felt, in this snappy life.

An enchanting tryst, eyes enmeshing eyes

Surely, arranged by celestial hands.

For a moment, I was taken aback

When I thought myself bereft of mind

For we two shared a single one.

The splendour of a lifetime, was it

The soul-stirring moments, for ever, me to recall;

Gladly signed by God’s own hands.

Lover; and mother; and friend; he seemed

Brotherly and fellow feelings, too, coupled

The ambivalent flickers; I skilfully copied.

The puerile look and balmy laugh,

Are not to be stereotyped, rather precious;

Affixed to my memory, added with love.

LAMB

I am a lamb, for the lion to crush,

And so to remain a bundle of bones;

Till God grants me a new birth.

I will rise from my ashes then;

As meek and mild as a phoenix,

But revamped and rigorous than a lion.

TO THE LOVE

Bonds of unknown love,

Haunts me with a note of melancholy.

Invisible threads of love make the web,

Of strangling emotions, sweet and sour.

Some unfathomable spirit lurks behind,

To prove its power stark on my thoughts.

An unidentified strout stays importunate,

A lament for my love; pesting me at times!

A touchy robber of my private moments!

For a bosom friend left me half way in the busy streets,

Or I doubt, it, for a daring one unseen.

Love unrequited is pain

So not to put it in vain!

Miracles, it does, powerful as a gale;

Turns male in to female, female in to male!

Sweeter than the sweetest flower,

And truer than the child’s prayer.

Nature sprinkles rain on the lovers,

Also keeps it dry for the lover’s sake!

What is there more luscious and sublime,

Than the sensuous eye of an anxious love!

What is there more creepy and painful,

Than the grief-ridden tears of a lovelorn mind!

NIGHT BUS

As though to eternity, the night bus goes

Piercing the darkness, with a rough jerky tone.

A smell of death permeates the air then,

So sad to sit and sleep.

The night becomes darker and cruel;

Terrifying, selfish and strange;

In the dampening dim light inside,

And the deadening chilliness, flashing outside

I am overwhelmed by an overpowering grief

A thought for the uncertain humanity.

A passion for the simple common folk;

As against strange, impersonal cities.

The huge signposts at a faraway distance,

The grim, sleepy faces of the fellow passengers

Along with a desire for a human touch

Warm, soft and gentle to the core;

I feel like crying out for a soul mate,

To save me, ever, from soulless life

For men imparting love in homely tongue,

And the mouths suffused with betel juice,

A proud hallmark of our village home;

Often restores us, back to life,

With a passion, so solacing as a cool shade.

Once I lived

Gaily I lived and lively I did,

Punctually performed duties and slept

Fear, I didn’t know, or grief

The inside and outside, of me, never violated

What mattered then, a virgin mind

Not raped by savage intruders

Vigorous hands were there, to shield me

Of tender mercy and innate love

Far lovelier than love ordained,

By fated relationships of blood and flesh

When living daringly, that the disaster

Which emptied me as a cracked pot

That rude awakening; of the mysterious

The clandestine and the closing doors

The surreptitious glances and secret motives

The essence, of which, still alien to me

Annoyed me with an anguished mind

Felt me worthless as a lanky

Before the lusty and rushy world.

IN THE DESERT
I am groping in the darkness;

Across the heaps of sands,

And down the widespread sky.

The long drawn paths mock at me,

Challenging to swallow it full length,

And thus to reach my goal.

Helpless, I stand, like an infant

Before the buffeting winddry and warm.

The horrid silence smashes my ears

Thus opening the palms to calm myself,

With the warmth of the roaring waves.

A PRAYER FOR THE CHILDREN

Empower me Oh God to lighten these kids;

With eyes bespeaking a thousand dreams.

Divinely ordained, I am, to lead them;

Fraught with a hearty love for the little friends.

Pervades in my eyes, the hotness of love

The heart quivers, affection filters,

Love descends on them as heartfelt prayers.

The infinity be a bed of roses!

And not thorns for them.

Sense their ways, you, the omnipotent

Entreats You to offer them bliss.

To rain upon them, the soul pines;

And to offer them, the crux of my being.

A moment of consummation; joy creeps

In me; the heaven and the earth unite!

Aches the heart, of leaving those

But relieves, to commend them, to you God.

AFTER A TSUNAMI

Sitting alone, I feel you Hugging me as a zephyr.

Caressing me with your splendid palms,

And clattering amidst the rain;

Competing to fondle my curls.

Where, in the clouds, you hide?

All alone, am I, here in the crowd.

Sweet Dad, dear Mom, and little brother

Carry me along, in the chariot of waves.

Eager, am I, to sip from maternal love,

Lap none, is to recline, as on you.

The soul of your soul, the heart of your heart!

Your heartbroken cries resound in my ears.

See you perching on that eternal golden tree,

Where one branch is vacant for me.

Hurry down mother, to take me with you

To kiss you, smell you, and own you.

And up in the heaven,

We will build a castle together.

Recollections In Tranquillity contd

ON THE HOLY HILLS

The mind yearns for a rebirth,

Shedding the egos as a cat or a bird.

To regale myself in the wilderness;

Chatting with the giant perennial pine trees,

Conversing to the fumes from misty hills;

Who seems pregnant with some messy affair.

Remote from the troublesome hectic world,

Where the mind is kept awake,

And the soul knows its utmost fullness,

The opulent wood gives me a call;

As if with a former familiarity

Assures to disclose who I am!

Are there sages, any, meditating

With an aura of purity emanating,

From the bewitching whitish beard.

Can we get our lost ones, the dead?

Grazing there, on the green leaves,

Clothed in the divinity of the virgin woods.

Recollections In Tranquillity continued

DREAMS AHEAD
A child in the heart always weeps,
With a persistence for some folksy joys.
Visits in my dreams, a dreamy hill;
And to stretch myself out where,
Gorgeous rays embrace tender grass.

Insatiable is the thirst to melt myself in the rain,
And to stimulate the nostrils;
With the entrancing smell of the bathed soil.
Enthralling is to relish the sweetness of the wind,
As to gather the fresh cassia flowers.

To rest in a slumber; among the chirping crickets
Counting the honey – dipped mangoes dropping down,
And to guess from the song of the birds,
What joys, the future is holding for me!

To ask uncle moon for the stories;
Breathing serenity from the shimmering stars.
A mind beside to father me dreams,
Chanting things exotic in my ears.
To peep through the clouds in to the lustrous sky,

And to bid farewell to the moving clouds.

Recollections In Tranquillity

THE BRIDE


The much awaited day has come at last,
To the blossoming of my dreams utmost.
The bangles, the jewels, got me everything
I look resplendent; almost as a new thing!

I hear in me a song of love,
To which I tune my ears as a dove.
I am the focus, the centre and the pride;
But alone, all alone as a bride!

Nobody thinks, but I,
That today I will die;
For me to resurrect as two,
When we begin a life anew.

A flustered voice calls me inside;
Agonizing over this death, in tears.
For there is nothing as my own.As it all comes to be our own.