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.