DEEP SILENCE

Deathly silence of the night

Drowns the world in darkness,

But for the little candle light

There harbour a feeling of hopefulness.

Trees, mountains and hills

drawn behind the curtains.

Fragrant air that fills

And softens my heart within.

Stars that beautify

In mixing colours,

The heavenly canopy

With seducing contours.

A flicker of hope

Through the surging covers,

The hour to elope

To drench in cooling showers.

I've come to shed

The beastly burden,

Then to be led

Into your sensuous garden.

To lie on the grassy bed,

I come for a nap.

Allow me to rest my head

On your cosy lap.

Swimming in the sea of anxiety,

Waves lash against me.

At last lifts me in royalty

Out of the turbulent sea.

When sleep reaches the crest,

A spell of biting cold.

She hugs me to ber breast,

Firm in her hold.

In this testing weather

Came with deep insight.

Oh! mother

Come let us unite.

Far from the madding crowd-I tried

To resist the torturous weather,

Shattering the deathly silence-I cried,

Nature you are my mother.

MIRROR

Why do you have to carry

the weight on your shoulders successfully for

the generation of the past, present an also

the future?

Strive to awake to eash yourself

for a thorough rehabilitation.

Thurning the leaves

that depict the culture which hold the

mirror of society

A thorough clean-up

and clear the dark shadows in truth and trust.

The immense vocabulary

in varying styles throw a glimpse of all times.

A storehouse of knowledge

works to uplift the need of humanity with

gratitude and reference.

to check the follies and to carve

the lives of such past glory in hope of more.

UNEVENTFUL

An anonymous butterfly

In sagacious thought

from the soul of one

Was sporofically engraved.

They intervwened in melifluous steps

That left no mark

On snow or silt

But in the sanctuary of love.

Her sinuous curves

And anomalous heartbeat

Adore her faultless smile

Like a lotus in a pond

It was spuriously reincarnated

Bythose medacious bastards.,

From whom escape became inevitable,

Was pitied by an anonymous.

Ingenuous in blood,

Pillory--

Retroactive days that were sunk

Was a demure in society.

Impious in the open

And ludicrous in eyes.

This pivotal event in life

Was to help a prenatal

When the gift of nature

Was outracised

As a victim of incursion,

Blame not the innocent

Anonymous.

A SENSE OF CAUTION

I call you to rise

From your shadows

To try and cast away

Into the exiled world.

An attempt to abort

The unpleasant feeling

Bathed in torrents

To drown the unhealthy.

A lease of fresh air

I inhale to clense and remove

The surroundings

To the bowels of the earth.

The shadow that stick to the heels

Is the companion of solitude,

A friend

Who never deserts.

Paying the ingratitude

In the coin,

Comes to surface

In the long run.

But, still for the memories

Of the complexities of life,

Caution

In the background of our consciousness.

TURBIDITY

Thoughts that tastes too sour

Finds hard to digest

On an empty stomach.

The quiet rivulet turns turbid

At the confluence of an angry river.

Accident that overwhelms the beauty

Unassuming it goes.

Beyond the control of human forces

The earth to slide.

They wash away the silt

To shores of distant lands.

Burnt tongue with sores of blisters and

Multiple bitterness

Churns

With intoxication and nausea.

CONFRONTATION

Walked into an atmosphere,

there carved

What one foresees

the secondary rudiments of one's life.

The strange darkness

Unfolds

To empower the helpless

In its sadistic approach.

Caught in the light and dragged

To face the absurdities.

With a shower of blessings

Strode into solitude,

And stood amidst semi-hostility.

Ringing words

That echo in reverberation,

The sensual wish of

an unreflective, arrogant and affectionate being.

SHOULD I FREEZE?

How are poems written?

Are they musical and rhythmic?

Sweet an simple

And easy to follow?

How are poems written now?

Are they symbolic and abstract?

Vague and puzling

In modern times?

Pondering over

To decipher

Those scattered lines

That lay in bonds,

As a spongy fruit

Within the hard shell.

Tender is your heart

Where the beauty lies

Not on your smiling face

Nor the disdainful one.

But from your innocent blush

That holds the key

To the secret

That lie hidden

In your chastity

Embossed with love

And sincerety.

DANCING GIRL

Beautiful, beautiful,

Dressed in colouful

With classic pose

and hidden talent.

Bells tingling 'round ankles,

For attraction at all angles,

Flowing hair down her hips,

Awaiting romeos for their glance.

Maiden with uncaptured virginity,

Not all-but few

Crying for equality

Against odds.

Ealking in rhythmic steps, and

Singing in enchanting tune,

Sweeter than cuckoo-

My love.

Ever smiling, ever dreaming,

Day and night-my beloved.

I love to see you happy always,

Until eternity.

Grace capturing my heart

to find a place

In the chamber

Bound in golden chains.

Come, come my love

Tight in embrace,

Belonging to each other

Till death.

How I longed

To meet

In seclusion

At this happy hour.

AN APOLOGY

She knew it was a mistake,

I knew it too--

But the situation demanded her to voice,

Not out of pain, but for prestige,

Wise counsels failed to impress and the insult was nauseating.

With broken limba and bruises,I nurse them in silence.

What's her name-I don't know,

Like many other strangers, she was too,

Flare ups and commotion wrought havoc when peace returned.

Her whereabouts-I don't know

I think what would befall, if it takes place always.

To a barrage of questions, I answered

All to myself, and to the eyes of all witness; I fel in shame.

Anything more-I looked for some answer that loomed large-

At last an apology-I owe her or her to me?

None will understand for the truth pricks within us-

Unexpected-unintentional?

Interpertation finds many routes,

And a bold attempt will overide all ego.

That wounding stab was rather deep,

With all that diminished courage, lack of discipline and application

In right perspect---An apology means nothing.

STAR

Star of the night

Spread its rays of illumination,

Is a light of all being

Tortured for its beauty.

In changing colours

They float accross the vast sky

Of lifes' labour

above the horizon.

Towards the dark space

My heart races

To feel those glittering diamonds

Strewn all over.

Purity and beauty

Transfixes my mind

Like a huge curtain

Hanging between us.

with lasting gracefulness

It wanders aimlessly

Through the desert

In a confined path.

It seemed to move further away

With an inevitable wink

Of the exquisite star.

My body aches to feel,

To touch the little one.

For the need to answer

The call of nature,

I stumble

Leaving us in confinement.

REFINEMENT

Friendship and generosity

Educates our knowledge

To hear the suffering

Under extreme devotion.

They share the charity bestowed

With affection and satisfaction.

Purifies the culture

In the honour of the day

That lifts the glory

From grief

To flower his fortune

With forgiveness.

An example of goodness

Also weighs on the humour

To defeat

The delusion of dishonesty.

Sincerety and sympathy

Promise a fresh lease

Of confidence

To humiliate

Those showered insult,

To redeem

The lost virtue.

A VISION AT HAND, YET TO FAR

Love is your only asset,

Let harbour near the coast

Of human relations

Over 'humanitarian waters'.

Hold the rope

That carries the anchoe

In warm embrace.

A weapon far too superior

As to defuse a nuclear bomb.

Guide your ship

Through the stormy weather

In turbulent waters

Towards the city of bliss.

Attain peace, love and courtesy

To become a legend.

Immortal

In ushering an era of

Peaceful co-existence----

A unique achievement

In the history of the world.

BURIED FEELINGS

My legenary castles

Stand in dusty ruins

With lofty towers,

Bearing

The crippling winter-

And burning sumer.

Wind slaps my cheeks

and whispered a legendary story.

In mystic beauty and

Artistic view, and

Aesthetic surroundings,

My heart races to inspire

The lost feelings.

To awake from the ruins,

Out into reality,

And light the fire

In the world of my

Bonded exile.

CREATION

Power--that stood formcreation

Of the vivid scene around,

Yellow,green, brown and many more

Of intelligently shaped pattern,

For all that streth beyond our vision.

Living and non-living

That rule this universe

Treasure the secret of creation.

Our urge to probe

Further mystifies

The increasing number of questions

That is left unanswered,

For to unlock the secret of creation.

Maybe an invention of

A freak calamity, or

The extinction of all life

From the face of the earth.

Such is the power of creation

Beyond imagination

Of living creatures.

THE STRUGGLE

Mystic air and serenity,

Glittering carpet

Spread ahead

From

The nascent rays

of the morning sun.

She flies above

Clear of hinderencwe

In complete freedom.

My heart aches

For the longing hope

In utter despair

I watch

Her manoevouring

thro' the clouds.

A majestic look,

alone and out of bondage.

Superstitions and prejudices

Are the sadistic feature

That captures a few

In this roaring age.

Tears

That stain my cheeks

Transforms into a stream

That runs endlessly.

They converge

When I embrace.

A STORY

She came through the dim,

Light clothed in the thinnest,

A transparent curtain

Hides the sanctity of love

With a touch of the wind.

With quiet steps and swinging hips

She fell into my hands.

Her buxom breast and hard nipples,

All rosy

to crush against my bare chest.

To cushion our desires

In shared warmth,

The soft body

A specimen of controlled perfection.

Sucking at her nipples

We lay unperturbed.

Head rests on her lap

And her hand weaves through

My ruffled hair

Whispering a hilarious story.

An excitement at the cost of

Critical comments.

My fingers harp on her breasts,

And calls me over

To part in embrace

From patting and petting.

Asked to awake from slumber

Away from hipnotising holocast

Emerging from the

Sea of delusions

Into the world of reality.

DREAM

"Jasmine" that catches

The mounting crowds,

In endless pursuit,

The melliferous valley

With long tentacles,

Walked into the garden

Hearing the rumble

That yeilds to none

But one-

Justice.

A glimpse of the shadow

Through the murky clouds,

With negligee and a bunch of flowers,

There stand the princess of the garden

In excuisite outlook.

In a state of frenzy,

She aroused my feelings

In exhibition.

Lo, a mirageous minx,

In cold climate I stand.

HUMOUR

Humour come not

from your heart

but from the inner surface

of the dormant feelings

submerged

in a heavy flood

flowing thro' the body.

But they lie embalmed

in the chamber

held by

the chord of

the inner instinct.

SEPARATION

We walked in hand

Thro' the cities

And country over,

Shared our sweet memories

And danced like little lambs.

Loved all over

Carried away the blessings and goodwill.

A dark hand of fate,

Woke to see

And bore not to see the happiness.

Sought out in selfishness

To carry away

The simplicity of

Innocent gracefulness

When most needed

To nurse and

Share the humour

Of our reflections of the past,

Now driven to a place of desolution

And point of no return.

SMILE

Smile of a hypocite

Is like poison,

Smile of a girl

Excites our sensuousness,

Smile of a chile

Rejenuvates a feeling of love and beauty,

Smile of a virgin

Unfolds the secret of her success,

Smile of a whore

Exposes the animal instinct,

Smile of a lady

Betrays the virtue of her secluded thoughts,

But-a smile of good thoughts

Consoles to enliven

Those frustrating efforts.

AM I A CRITIC?

How are poems written?

They are musical and rhythmic,

Sweet and simple

And easy to follow?

How are poems written now?

Are they symbolic and abstract,

Vague and puzzling

In modern times?

Pondering over

To decipher

Those scattered lines

That lay in bonds,

As a spongy fruit

Within the hard shell.

Tender is your heart

Where the beauty lies

Not in your smiling face

Nor the disdainful one,

But from your innocent blush

That holds the key

To the secret

That lie hidden

In your chastity

Embedded with love

And sincerety.

MAHATMA

Those lucent men abode,

Rumble came below,

Foe a sorrowful departure

Away from Mankind.

He departed

In search of wisdom elsewhere.

Single he went

to a place of eternity.

Foe he was the great--

And left too soon

Leaving his subect to proceed.

Revolution was in his blood,

Reformation was his principle.

He rebuked and scorned,

Pure were his words and deeds.

All religion that entertains

Has a few to speak.

Preaching and practising

In alleys and streets---

The words of the MAHATMA

NATRURE'S GAME

There stand a poppy

Nudging with a sway,

Nature sows t nappy

In light so grey.

Water rushes below

Because the night was seducing.

Drowned in sorrow,

There he sat thinking

For days together in dark.

Walking in solitude

In a blossomed park,

For there rose a tide

A big sweeping one

Nature played and played,

For there was none to save

and down he fell dismayed.

A MOMENT OF JOY

A MOMENT OF JOY

Those two dreamy eyes

Is just so nice,

A long and slender nose

lanked ny cherry cheeks,

A pair of lips

Matching a garden rose,

Tastes-far sweeter than honey?

The wild blowing hair

That is raven black

Falls across the face

Like an embroidered lace

Of intricately woven pattern.

Light from the lantern

Throws a glimpse

Of the natural feaures.

With a sense of anxiety,

That face blushes

In animation

That flowered her thoughts

For a searching answer

Growing within her.

AN ECHO

AN ECHO

On a distant hill there stands

An old battered house.

Born to shield--

From the burning sun.

In the garden there flowered

Atree of emotion.

To quench its thirst

There flowed a small stream

That carried

The seed of frustration.

Lo' the westward wind

Carried my fruitful song

Which reverberated

Within those ruined walls.

Through the dying echo

A soft spoken voice-

The labour of my

Waiting years,

Drowned in a flood of perspiration,

Thawing the frozen snow

With a sigh of relief.

EPITAPH

Sun, Stars and moon,

Wind, rain and darkness

In the world of lonely confinement, and

The nature around

Shares the warmth

Of their body

And transforms my mind

A storehouse

Of unbound happiness.

Caressing, love, music and kiss

Are the primary

Assets of life.

Mother, friend, mate and guide,

A tender touch

Curtains my sorrows,

A mate to share my thoughts,

A guide through

The narrow path

In darkness

Thro' the "Garden of Eden",

There inscribed my 'epitaph'.

RESSURECTION

There, the colourful garden

Without its gesture

In the wake of the dusk

Smeared with dust and rubble.

Fragrance in the air,

Humming bees, and

Chirpping birds,

A joy for all,

And the love for one--where?

Lost in the depths of the earth,

Struggling against nature

For the hope to emerge

Under torrid conditions.

The beauth that is engraved

Never fails in its attire - for

The wilted flower

Born for one

After years of patient hope.

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WINGED EPISODE

Trekking through the vast terrain

Lying sprawled beyond the horizon,

I enounter a strange feeling.

On my left a vast expanse

Of green meadows.

Horses and sheep graze lazily

On the rich ground.

The plight of the bony animals

Send a wave of

Shock and distress.

Peacocks dance to the

Merriment of the coming breeze,

A scene of satisfaction and hunger.

A piercing shreik

Drew my attention,

On my right a vast expanse

Of ploughed land.

Nature waits to see

The cruel whips of the lord,

Transforms the waste

Into full bloom

Toiling under the sweat and tears.

Those watching hawks

Hold the eins that leads to

The cruel laws of bonded labour,

A scene of injustice and slavery.

With stained cheeks

And ladn heart, I continue..

An instinct stir within

For the need to revolt

To free the caged birds.

One born with love,

Lived with care,

To live in happiness

And to die in freedom.

The failure to recognize one's

Identity is the beinning of disaster,

And reformation is the

Beginning of wisdom,

A view through humanity.

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THOSE FIRST SHOWERS

A streak of lightning

And a mighty roar

Shattered the eerie silence

Of the torrid summer.

It signalled the end

Of an ordeal

That was long overdue

With a sigh of relief.

Aroused those pregnant clouds

Adrift high above

With a tender touch

To answer the nature's call.

In grief and anxiety

The parched earth

Smiled to receive

The first showers.

Those cool and loving touch

Heralds an era of

Progress and prosperity

For all alike.

The ensuing embrace

Pull us out of our hiding

With outstretched arms

a of

tender touch

TATTERED VEIL

TATTERED VEIL

Those two litle hands

When touched my shoulders,Aroused me

From semi-consciousness

To excite

Those exotic feelings

Which lay buried deep

Within.
My shy

Sensuousness arose

Whenshe whispered--

Those words

Reverberate

A thousand times.

That keeps up my emotionslively.

A short moment of excitement

Was terminated.

It finally exploded

To shatter the crystal ball

To innumerous pieces.

Time will alone

Assemble it.

Back into slumber I fall.

THE THUNDER STORM

the rain

weaves together

the thread of the bygone

and the forthcoming;

while the booming elements

herald

the virgin earth's

new sensuousness

sending probing hands

into death's deep silence

by v.jayaramdas [posted on 13/08/2008]