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!

... 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.