... AND YOU MADE ME PRICELESS

May be i don't deserve to be with you,

may be it's like some dreams never come true,

but i thank you for all that you gave me,

all your supports,

your time,

and most of all 'a part' of your life,

when i used to call you as 'mine'!

How can i be so churlish by not thanking you,

for your gift of love to me,

which filled my being with vivid colors,

and imbibed cherubic emotions during my rough experiences,

and made me rejoice all the time, as if,

effervescence of my childhood you brought me back;

How can i stop thanking you,

for your lifetime teaching of how to love,

which enabled me to love, not only you but whole the existence

that made me dance in the rain, for no reason, but out of my joy,

touch of the wind then became a soothing touch of your hands,

moon and stars started capturing my glance,

and clouds became d friendly communicators from the heavens;

How can i forget the way your love proselytized me,

from a vapid theist to a vivacious atheist,

worshiping for hours never gave me the delight

that your presence brings in a jiffy,

temples alone are no longer sacred for me,

as my prolific love for nature

has made the whole existence as sacrosanct,

thanks for getting me rid of the illusion of lovely Gods,

i've now embraced the reality of godly Love;

My word of 'thanks' may undermine your preciousness,

'coz words are so worldly and mundane,

that they never perfectly reflect the true feeling,

i apologize for that,

all i can say conclusively is that,

it's virtue of your fetish love that made me feel myself Priceless!

A Hallucination: Real or Unreal World

Amidst

the chaos of traffic,

bedlam of the market,

noise of birds chirping on trees,

indefinite moments of people,

and eternally moving time

suddenly,

everything seems stopped, inadvertently, as if,

the world has been caught in the rut for the moment,

and the soul of 'the change' has been eviscerated,

a dead silence is engulfing everything;

what happened, i wonder,

wind is blowing but with no vivacity,

sun rays are unusually pallid,

and looking desperate to regain their strength,

but few flowers are blossoming,

holding some sanguinity,

but for how long, unsure and uncertain,

amidst when whole the world suffers from malaise of pessimism;

The natural habiliments of birds, their colorful feathers,

that used to evocate me, are looking dull and vapid now,

full moon, like in last night, failed to transfix me,

even the morning sun was coverd by the clouds,

unseasonal rain-showers too looks dissatisfied with its fortune;

Are all these happenings, that i'm observing today,

Real?

Or mere illusion of,

my prejudiced mind affected from my internal turmoil;

Or what I'd been observing with appreciation,

until today,

was illusion?

Otherwise how the same quotidian things can appear

in two antithetical facades?

Or can they?

First time I came across with this duality,

and i'm just hallucinated;

But, among all capricious uncertainty,

one thing is looking certain,

that a perturbed mind cannot see real,

Outer world seems to be the manifestation of our inner world,

beautiful with inner beauty,

ugly with inner ugliness,

chaotic with inner chaos,

all the Adjectives for outer world,

are first Nouns for our inner-self.

Glorious Himalaya: Few days on Pir-panjal range

The deeper Himalaya, in wee hours, is looking so wonderful,

giant pristine mountains are touching the heavens,

and their peaks are whittling the clouds,

sunrays, at their best, are reaching wilted and warmless,

such is the fetish range of Pir-panjal mountains,

it's a place called paradise,

but, de facto, here only a toughest can survive;

Treacherous weather remains stubborn,

what it wants in next hr remains unknown,

here storms, anytime, are uninvited guests,

they're indefatigably frequent and impertinent,

and keep on testing the equanimity of a determined soul,

they always seem inclined to exhaust us,

like reminding us of our limitations as humans,

those, which we've, either forgotten or pretend to,

but here, as if they say, we're at almighty's place,

as here only God actually rules autocratically;

The early sunset even hours before,

looks deceiving its dependents, as it's required the most,

as if, purely unnecessarily, it's making so haste to go,

which exacerbates the climate and exacerbates the desperation,

an ipso-facto of this land's cold destiny,

where a hope for the better becomes hoping against hope;

still,

inspite of,

all the hell we can think of them,

these mountains're not lying derelicted,

as life blooms here in mesmerising beauty;

Avalanches come down and when melt,

a physical phenomenon becomes a benediction of almighty for millions,

rarest of plants, shrubs and animals are found here,

some quenches the hunger of feral mammals,

while some cure the deadliest diseases being so medicinal;

Exquisitely cruel nights have their own beauty,

bleary looking mountains feel like sleepy,

and so is the mysteriously silent sky,

and deep down, the valleys, disappear into the gloom,

winds get colder with each gale,

and envelop the mountains delicately,

and mountains, in response, cover themselves with snow,

the secret of 'Insulation of snow' as if they were first to know.

LOVE... A silent revolution within!

Morning is illuminating with sunrise,
something in me too is glittering inside,
as i get up so early these days,
unprecedented glow i experience in my being,
it's how my days start now-a-days,
it's how my love turn into my bliss everyday;

My love for you is making all this magic possible,
everytime i fall in it, everytime becomes a renaissance,
years have passed it's still same,
a taste of agelessness as if i've taken,
where aging means getting young every year,
time remains no longer a barrier;

To miss you again is a strange experience,
ecstasy and pain come together as if same,
an event so peculiar your love has established,
an unseen bonhomie between affection and affliction,
what to choose and what to refuse,
i'm in your love, and both are its fruits;

My life was never so beautiful ever,
you inculcated the melody and made it a poetery,
I was a dew drop of impertinent cold but,
sunrise of your love has transformed it into a pearl,
your ensnaring love is really divine,
and I wish to stay entrapped for all eternity.

An Ignited Spirit

I can see the eagle at a great height,
the invincible creature's proud of its might,
the so graceful with the courage bountiful,
lonely, still lively, enjoying its flight;

My heart is exulting in the same way inside,
the undaunting passaion to taste such a drive,
it wanna spread the wings, fly high in the sky,
the only aspiration, how can it compromise?

The intrepid heart is boiling now,
inclined to engulf a rock by its mouth,
who can deter me now, and who can even face,
the defiant storm can blow off any menace;

Limits and boundaries are there for the daunted hearts,
the intransigent rebels can stand against the fate,
striving indefatigably, exploring new horizones,
a new virgin world is waiting , let me open the gate!

A Long Awaited Meet...

Lovely strike of monsoon wind's enabling a tree to dance,

its leaves're swirling and branches're wobbling,

creating its own hurricane within its periphery,

a feeling of ecstasy as the two lovers're embracing;

Waited so long for this moment of joy,

monsoon wind is exulting in a scorching day,

filter of the wind through the tree is musical,

and the reckless tree seems flowing with soothing air;

Providing shelter to myriad birds and ivies,

the prosper tree was still indigent without its beloved,

now the two are enjoying in this hug,

both wanna melt into each other.

My Conversation with a flower...

A silent flower in a spring morning,

an impeccable beauty is concentrating,

you are born to spread your essence,

learn how, from me, is what it's saying;

I have no goal, not any ambition,

just to blossom's the only aspiration,

neither i remember past to repent upon,

nor the future to keep my heart beats on;

One can pluck me anytime while other can graze,

i live in uncertainty that every time i face,

even then i make no plan and no strategy,

whose worry always keep you engage;

The exuberant beauty of the nature's a treasure so plenty,

your dead stones of gold look so paltry,

try to recognize this ocean of beauty,

refusing this wealth's your puerility;

Live in the present, accompany your own,

life's with you why to always mourn,

open your heart window and listen to my song,

experience this enlightenment as if you're reborn.

Enslaving Education... A Ruthlessness

Watching a school child's no longer pleasing,

with heavy bags and heavier schooling,

their innocence, smile and childhood is loosing,

parents and teachers everyone is contributing;

They are opposed what they're meant for,

in the name of discipline what're we doing?

neither laughter in the class nor any play,

just a dead ambience's what we're creating;

Early age school and early age coaching,

a non-sense competition everyone's admiring,

the innocent child's unaware to oppose,

taking this opportunity we are exploiting;

So many subjects, so many activities,

no one's bothering the real creativity,

all round performance for every child,

the utter cruelty, what an imbecility;

To hell with this system and such education,

save their treasure that we are looting,

let them laugh freely and let them sing,

it's their right for what they're meant.

Love means to serve selflessly

Moon is shining bright in the deep sky,

fighting alone with the dark's a message inside,

I keep vigil even in the solitude,

my duty, i perform, with all my might;

Serving the earth is the goal paramount,

a selfless purpose is always beside me,

don't bother the reason, forget any earn,

anyone can shine like me so bright;

Love for the earth's there since ages,

still nothing's changed from my side,

my warmth of affection it daily feels,

my cheering its lap with my cool light;

You are my beloved I rotate around,

with quenching thirst and ecstatic flight,

make the love your only desire,

follow its path and attain the Height.

What your thoughts do to me...

A momentarily silence has turned me on really,

its your remembrance driving me crazy,

like a gleam of dawn in the east,

that makes weather idyllic and cozy;

Controlling the thoughts now seems foolish,

a Niagra of hormones flowing in the body,

heart's overcome my mind first time,

which's caused my mind left with envy;

A bird in the deep is blue goosing upside,

my heart's wobbling too with the joy,

dancing and singing, crossing every barrier,

memories of you travelling stray;

Every precious thing is no longer worthsome,

like moon becomes in a sunny day,

it's so felicitating to sing your song,

like a song for the God in the morning pray.

Dont Watch...Join the Dance

The rising sun is saying something,

its golden rays have fantasic landing,

on the plants on the lands,

and illuminate everything with lovely touching,

someone chirps someone swings,

everyone has a reason to sing,

This Godly beauty and Godly music,

every creature seems celebrating

let's join such a dance, in this heaven,

The God himself is Inviting

A Nature's way of teaching...

Howsoever difficult the season is,

chirping of birds go with ease,

a flower blossoms and can teach,

it's so simple, it's nature's preach.