These are my Pearls because each poem written has captured forever that particular moment it was written in, making it visible for others to see, listen, compliment or comment.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
The Pain of Ecstasy
... and I Love to Die
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Quest of Learning a Universal Language: LOVE
I was unaware of the language
that this existence is finesse at,
A language, sans words,
listened and discerned only by heart,
Why was I oblivious of it, while
entire life-system has this rhetoric art;
When sun appears as a guest in the morning
Its meet inculcates a new joy in every being,
Its rays revitalize everything they touch
a morning ablution whole universe does,
clamoring and chirping of birds is how it’s welcomed,
Dews becoming pearls is how they get enlightened,
The guest and the host both are at cloud nine
An alien esoteric communication, now I recognize;
Clouds at the horizon are real philanderers
whisper their beloved earth
Make plan of the rain, and stay or
Entertain with its VIBGYOR intertwined,
Or just scud across the blues,
Now I can read these all naughty clues,
Refulgent moon looks exquisitely romantic
Titivates the night with its lovely cool-light
Titillates the nocturnal life with highest delight,
Its sneaking in the sky
Clandestine work-style
Could be captured by only a paramour’s eyes;
Love is the only universal language,
I want to learn it
With finesse
And get attuned with my own forgotten family, this world,
Celebrate its culture in its own ways
And get rid of this stultifying oblivion forever.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Yogi Vs Flower...
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.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Tryst With An Omen..
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!
Friday, July 23, 2010
Life Happens at This Moment Only...
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.