Before the mystique silence
Of thy ardour and grandeur
too meagre and meaningless my dreams
That fervently graze in misty pastures
beyond mountains that touch the clouds
Sloping rocks descending
To the scary abysses
Where mind sometimes falters
Life a perilous journey
of fears and longings
Securing from preying eyes.
Afar the horizon’s beckoning rim
where aspirations melt
With the pain of parting
I know you the shepherd of moments
Wait for me in that shore of peace.
Never aspire for the
mystic vanished dove
like a child he yearns
with a conquering heart
For my existence is
beyond calculations
unable for your dreams
to touch its wings.
My consciousness ferment
with love and wisdom
unique gift of
an ancestral bestowal
entrusted to shower
throughout the planet
Any Bodhisattva or vedic brilliance
too meagre to fathom its depth
A miracle of condensed emotions
I stand with in the notice of
sun’s blazing eyes
can fuse and ash anyone
near with love or hate
Swim in nebulous galaxies
dance in cosmic flames
again sink in Gange’s
foaming lap of concern
I splash and revive
to a virgin spark
My mission beams transcend cosmic rim
igniting the vibes in frozen clouds
while float and fade to eons
bit by bit my shadow
die in your dreams.
Eyes the divine sense, Almighty’ s gift
Click true images of virtues swift
May abstract or concrete in nature dwells
The perpetual depiction when heart speaks
Eyes inhale bliss of love in silence
Words lines epics merge in surveillance
A drop in an eye radiates
emotions of nature that serenades
Eyes give life and color to love’s signals
Sacred channel to converse with the beloved
Store as gems of trust those eternal messages.
Language and culture the celestial seeds
Fruition and fulfillment of dreams and deeds
Ancestral bestowal of genuine love
Fulsome platform for us to thrive.
Priceless provisions we hand over to generations
safe and sure sprout of truth in seasonal alterations
The infinite aura of nature’s lullabies
The wings we aspire for unsung melodies
Ney we forget those roots in gain for self
Then begins the decline of nations and humanity itself
Off
and on we know the diyas
floating illuming our gloomy isles.
Of those moments of solitude lost somewhere
behind the blooming dales of spring
Of
those shards of clouds shaded
between our autumn sky lines.
Of those words lingered but frozen
beneath the snowing pines leaves
Of those rhymes whispered but deluged in
monsoon s unbridled tears
And the void where dreams and despair vanish
and chirping of a life echoes
I listen you calling my name once more
Buoyant sometimes
bewildering voyage
within the circumference of the life clock
devoid of a shade to dream.
In the hands of bonds and ties
realizing the prescribed vows
to each point of pleasure and pain
through seething stunning moments
of seconds minutes and hours.
In the end landing down again and again
in the starting point
with no way to escape.
The yogi Sun a poet at heart
Ocean depth of celestial lyrics by heart
Rhyming beams to wake her at dawn
Rhythmic blossoms in myriad hues in morn.
Poising her green and blues to thrill
Piercing notes of mid noon rays in quill
Diving down to the simmering mist in west
Securing wish to cascade into her quest
With epic poems that even little stars recite
of the mystic love of Sun to earth ever last.
When
you yourself aware of the touch of Yeti
and you align with that omnipresent truth
Fuse and disappear behind
The curtain of woods
Reacquaint with mystic slang of
birds and bees.
Attune those bare lyrics with
the rhythm of rivers and hills.
When the unbridled love stream
down to merge the inner silence
Listen to the throbbing hearts
in marshy shores.
Float and converse
with the water lives
beneath the creepers.
While the restless wind whispers
alchemy of eternal bliss
Whirl with the wild flowers
for they pine for the moon.
Lose yourself
In clouds of ages.
Reveal those divine secrets
that once beetles shared.
Cherish the elixir of eternity
in the sacred safeness
of your mother’s womb.
Somewhere shuttered behind
the midnight curtain of the virgin forest
where sweet blackberries ferment in
frothy, soil making bed for unseen creatures
When fierce spirits yearn and scream
To free themselves from the sorrowing
destiny of birth and death
Along the sacred hymns of whirling wind
seeking mystic solutions
between the ancient oak trees
While the nesting birds in brim of sleep
witness in silent prayers
As pure and clear as Crystal drops
Life throb on towards the
Eternal sustenance of mother Earth.
