Yogi Vs Flower...

In the silence of midnight
taking solitude from the quotidian life for a while,
sitting on the grass with a flower beside,
clouds of thoughts, for the moment, have just settled
some baffling questions, never discussed, are revealed;

The flower's a creature so am I
it's the divine innocence with which we were born,
but, it's flowering with all that it has
contrary to me, as if, something with me is wrong;

I like its beauty, does it likes mine?
it blooms in its totality that I deprive,
its very presence is spreading joy
unlike my true self, which is hidden, and too shy;

Its rhythmic response to each wind
shows super-sensitivity with which it gets attuned,
while i'm so insensitive and rigid
like a sensory disorder renders someone ill-fortuned;

Its graceful dance in air extols the glory of excellence
fine maneuvering corresponds with the wind's blow,
my dance, unlike its, is the result of silly reasons
depends on the others, the situations or the seasons,
that's why they're so less occasional and superficial
far from being ecstatic, they're not even natural;

Its immaculate colour and redolent fragrance
depict the height of divine expressions
like razzmatazz, of God's itself, is at its perfection
while my originality is a long lost entity
buried under the conditionalities,
my 'self' is no longer visible there
in the dirt of social, religious and educational falsities;

This flower stands for simplistic purity
while I represent a bitter conflict
between artificiality and originality,
how can I flower under such torment tension
enervated spirit's not likely to blossom.

Tryst With An Omen..

A new flower has bloomed, tell her
she won't understand, as she never did, but tell her
a new flower has bloomed;

A miracle your love's done
I can now talk to this new-born,
tell her
what a miracle you've done!

The same impeccable beauty again captivates
as long lost experience's re-alived today
tell her
your love's manifesting in an unfamiliar way;

Its newness and freshness
recklessness and vividness
tell her
wonders me of an ordinary flower's versatility
and similarity with you in its divinity!

Its fragrance's sharing its presence with surroundings
energize the ambiance with silent communication,
these are invisible ties
beyond people's eyes,
tell her
such esoteric ways are now my forte, all by your virtue;

Every form of beauty that existence's evolving
seems the expansion of love i'm experiencing,
tell her
what an eternal expansion you've blessed me with!

Its cherubic selfless expression reminds me of you
melt me in gratitude for such a divine value,
tell her
this new flower's a harbinger of a new destiny
whose journey's of love and destination's eternity!

Life Happens at This Moment Only...

Ah! this exquisite moment,
pure and fresh
virgin and innocent,
no sign of what has just happened
neither any clue of the next event,
complete in its own and total
ephemeral still so eternal,
a change each second yet very silent;

I move with it
witnessing all its manoeuvrings
all the naughtiness
and the haughtiness
its journey as short period continuing
and smoothly and mysteriously melting into the next
an impeccable eternal movement it is maintaining;

It is empty with no relic of the past,
it is pregnant with mysteries of the future,
invisible still so perceptible
incorporeal with impacts so tangible,
its notorious ways make it a maverick
while its Non-stop attitude make it so strict,
Still so compassionate as it accepts me
in its each change in each moment,
no expectation and no blame
it offers me its total glory and fame;;

I want to live with it
and move with it
in its totality and mystery
danger and uncertainty,
its each moment consists of whole life
then who am I to foolishly defy,
I wanna enjoy in its ephemeral character
a renaissance each time followed by a death encounter.

A Desperate Call From A Lover..

Gone are the haydays when i used to cheer recklessly,

unlike now, i never seek reasons for any deed

may be it to smile, to dance and to live indeed,

why exciting dawns turned into enervating dusks,

i suspect my own fate which usually unabashedly mislead;

I'm cliched with these reiterated surprises

why every impeccable texture is actually full of flaws,

life, as it seems, is no more moving

grabbed in a cul-de-sac, there stopped all manoeuvrings,

all sanguinary has corrupted into abject haplessness

a curse, that selectively, reverse every good thing;

Sometimes i look at the sky

and hope a shooting star would make sacrifice for me,

another times i beseech the moon

to reflect your glimpse and console me,

moreover under desperation, sometimes

i try to fly without wings to come to you

melt into your arms, make two soul's swift fusion

and give the existance a reason for divine celebration;

My destiny is awaiting for your consent,

allow that day to appear

when sun will not set

and monsoon will shower all around the year,

when your blooming smiles will bloom my days

and i'll find a sacred place in your embrace,

rainbow will imbue my eyes with its colors

to get me rid of this black and white world's menace.

A Fantasy Becomes a Reality...

Journey of our relation is a journey of ecstasy,

I recall the days when it used to be a fantasy,
despite knowing reality i chose to stay in reverie,
first time I found myself inebriated consciously;

Arrival of your spring became arrival of romance in life,
when your very first glance, became my own chance,
from a short distance only you were coming towards me,
like a goddess of beauty is appearing before its devotee,
then depth of your eyes gave an exquisite surprise,
it made all paradise when you waved in 'Hi'!

I wondered how aberrant my inner world went,
thoughts moved stray,
consciousness was working subconsciously,
muscles became flaccid and mind no longer placid,
heart was beating with bangs perpetually,
and my Soul was suddenly awoke
as if something hidden has suddenly provoked
the very first time i came to know its presence,
and i was clear of the very purpose of my existence;

Your candor smile ashamed the splendor of sun
i wondered in no time how sunset happened,
your mellifluous words were extolling sermons of bible,
with an echo inside me spontaneous and gradual,
your look at me was exquisitely unbearable,
pierced deep my within, continuously lethal,
i found it, certainly, a trap of the destiny,
who sent this angel to ensnare this innocent guy;

That was the day and till today,
i'm no longer myself as
my self is only 'yourself',
you gave me every reason of celebration,
even in case of no-occasion,
it's so ecstatic to feel that fantasy,
which is now more a reality.

Why Do I Close My Eyes...

I wonder how wierd it is,
every moment I wish to see you,
but during every wish I close my eyes,
making the task convenient and ecstatic,
but why is it so?
Is there something significant in closing the eyes?
otherwise how come the two opposite things become sponteneously simulteneous!

I wait for rains all around the year to dance in it,
but when it does, I close my eyes,
and feel its drops kissing my face,
and rejoicing my sluggish spirit;

I eagerly wish to walk across the Rose Garden,
but while doing so, I close my eyes,
and feel the redolence penetrating to the fetid corners of my heart;

While visiting a temple, I wish to see God there,
but while paying obeisance, I close my eyes,
and feel His iridescent presence inside;

So these activities look so different yet extraordinarily common,
i close eyes while wishing, praying, kissing, singing;

It is as if all beautiful experiences do not involve eyes,
they are unseen.
While I see, I give the things only perfunctory glance,
but while I close eyes,
a communication establishes between outside and inside,
integrating the two and complementing,
and this complementary integration is rejoicing
and the felicity of that rejoice is what closes my eyes!