Pebbles - love

It’s such bliss to spray all those kernels –“love” on plain white papers of my spirits,
To shower those luscious seeds on each glassy layers of my conspicuous feelings,
Thoughts of you are scattered all over the place, even in the far away frozen zones,
So intense to get deep into my intimate space that’s spread vast over my universe!

Can see the magic sparks of your glimpses braided over my sweetest membranes,
Entwined and connected scrupulously to the soaring secrets of my treasured realms,
Can feel some thrilling thrusts pushing softly within the core of my dream’s stimulus,
And I breathe to collect these angelic pebbles shining on my darkest stretches of life!

That mesmerizing touch and those promising gazes of you tune my silent melodies,
I hear the silvery echoes flowing along the waves; of hearty breezes sweeping me,
Memories flash over the mirrors of love and pain, reflect sensations of your traces,
Each beat of your heart turn into pearls alive which drizzle into my warmest caskets!

I unwrap you from my fantasies and desires to hold you close to my deepest feels,
To let those fervent grasps of your very reminiscence embrace me for an eternity,
My soul flows into ocean of your charisma; absorbed in my every irresistible vein,
The pebbles of love evoke my finest lives; you - my sweetest pebble - so magnetic!

Twilight Veil

The angelic veil that’s spread on nature’s prettiness,
To float over the waves of fondling rustic streams,
To caress the senses with hues of raw and unripe,
Warm up the experience with gracious temperature!

Transparent cloaks of green and blue deeply overlap,
Passionately stretched over crystal sky and cheer soil,
To cuddle and kiss nature’s concealed exquisiteness,
Just to manifest the secret magic of twilight’s frame!

The precious capture revealed for the spirits delight,
To conceive heaven in the psyche’s intense womb,
The Picturesque drops rain on heart’s yearning floor,
The bosom clouds ride tenderly in mind’s atmosphere!

These beatific reflections unwrap soft fresh instincts,
Open the unseen doors to step into land of paradise,
To wake up the aesthetic facets those are fast asleep,
Raise the veil to expose heavenly ecstasy – Twilight!

"Butterfly"

An aromatic spirit has flew to me from the space,
It’s all scented with “past” that’s overpowering,
With wings of smile and tear, it flies around me,
In every flutter and feather, in each detailed-ness,
I see my life written and designed on the surface!

I wonder, I realize, and I discover that “feeling”,
It’s buried within me, rooted deeply; “Nostalgia”,
I see the images flashing with every wave of it,
It’s born in the space that existed in every cell,
In Every nucleus, it’s alive to fill the void-ness!

This past tenor enters my world, to conquer me,
As I submitted to it, my world is no longer mine,
Just to be an alien, to be a physical, and a mortal,
This world of fantasy rests in my every thought,
Am powerless to fly along with this, Am Human!

Am struggling to be lost, to be immersed forever,
Let the immortal take control and consume me,
To hold this sweetest reminiscence for an eternity,
Let this song be heard till I flow to merge and unite,
To float over this in my loneliest hours, detached!

It’s not human, it’s not physical, it’s just nostalgia,
That crushed me, broke in me, flooded my heart,
It’s a feeling, it’s a tear, it’s a breath, it’s a mate,
That conquered me, and am battling to reach this,
Not to be bonded and bounded, but to be dissolved!

Unlike human, this “feeling” cannot refuse me,
It flows to me whenever I feel it, flies to my heart,
May be I subjugated over, as I can feel it all around,
Right there in air, on my finger tips, in my thoughts,
Whenever I want, it just thrives and exists for me!

A nostalgic music that’s played on my loneliness,
A bond, a connect, a conquer, a battle and my “part”,
It’s an angelic aroma that overflowed my musings,
It’s a magic that flew to me and made me fly high,
A trance, a space, a feel, and a gift that perfected me!

Tears ...

The moment I was born, an element within erupted,
A fraction that’s at rest began to move, to co- exist,
Began to rip open, while released from mom’s womb,
Came alive with my first sense, first gaze, and first cry!

Dwelled in my every vein; moved in my protoplasm,
Mushroomed inside each time I resolved and ached,
Only to collide and explode like the once ago cosmos,
Can’t number these atoms like stars in the heavens!

Can feel it painful at times running through my throat,
It’s all alive, proliferating deeply to choke my breath,
Suffocating my very existence, reminding mom’s womb,
But, I know, it breathes within me, making me alive!

I resolve to unwrap the joy and pain, as long as I “am”,
I dare to face and feel, and then will I see and sense life,
The fragments grow old; grow intense, I do each second,
Till I die, let me say, these are my dense elements; “Tears!”

It's a Dream!

Touched by a secluded dream that’s so strikingly innocent,
Its crystal flashes squeeze away the bleeding heart fixedly,
Pure feelings are perfectly manifested in life’s flawed sleep,
This dream isn’t fabricated; Power within makes it factual!

It’s potent to step into the real world, real mind, and real me,
This chimera pulls me back into some fantasy lost forever,
I can finger and stroke the “time” when I close my eyes,
But, I knew that I had to return back home, the real home!

The fragmented reminiscences remind me of spent epoch,
It’s sharp; it’s quick and pierces through my craving heart,
And am wounded; ain’t absolute as this dream ceased “me”,
Tore me apart to shed real tears running on naked thoughts!

Calm

All drenched in silence,
Raining from reluctance,
Stillness rests in the skies,
Such an absolute inability!

All broke at thunder’s roar,
That scared infant dreams,
Panic struck to remind life,
Thoughts flood into mind!

Can I break time into pieces?
Each bit to tell life’s story,
It’s broken, it’s incapable!
And am eternal, I retain!

If all these joys be static,
And all the tales be sealed,
Then the image is painted,
Only to discover “Death”!

Let the skies rain upon life,
Let the thunders roar high,
And let “time” change all,
It flows and moves, yet, still!

Transition

Your presence made my psyche to open up itself,
Some transparency revealed all inner crisis of it,
To loosen my imprisoned thoughts and anxieties,
Pushed me to speak of Crush, love and religion!

Found some pieces of my torn “self” on the edge,
Swaying and bending to pick them from the ground,
Breathing and alive at night that seemed so floppy,
Striving to hold ‘em together, couldn’t fix and bind!

Those unalike fragments burst, to lie before me,
Felt the texture; so rough, vague and uneven,
Wondered at my unstable “self”, broken into pieces,
Exist here and there like the shed dry leaves!

You surely made it worth; to talk and take a walk,
To discover and realize the logic of life that’s void,
Once again to resolve my psyche that’s all ragged,
As I evolve, you became a part of my transition!

Am Sleepy...!

Gazing through wavering senses of subsistence,
Steadily fixed peeps stirred with some thought,
Reality seem oscillating between my mind and galaxies,
This very moment swings my dreams, some lullabies!
Doubt creeps in, is life a dream? Am I awake?
Ain’t moving! All’s freezed as time’s stretching forth,
Did eternity capture me and my earthly instincts?
Can feel some drowsy aura making me inactive,
Some tender breeze shutting my eyelids softly,
This angelic fragrance runs through my every vein,
Releasing my sense’s grips, to suspend into “dream”,
Am stooping! Am slipping! Am sliding! And am lost!

- Deep
Friday, March 26th, 2010.

The Unwanted

These tiny creatures are released onto the earth,
From the heavenly capture, so mysteriously angelic,
Planet wildly engulfs their lives! Generations and races,
Without an answer, to unknown questions,
Is it the flaw of the creation? To curse the innocence?
Is this bereaving existence, Pre-destined on the mind of creator?
Is there a divine judgment, for the result of “fate”?
Was hope ever been, Promised to humanity?

Some Carrot !

Would like some “Okay’s”,
Some poetry in my tea cup,
Some thoughts in my belly,
Some music on my couch,
Some tears on my texts,
Some hunger in my bag,
Some colors in my dreams,
I like when it’s senseless!

Error

Trying to locate the elapsed inspiration in past, that evoked this desire within me,
To construct a fascinating edifice whose heights may excite me in times of bitter,
Wondering at the way, my all “self” strove to build it, everyday and every second,
Competence that “hope” has given me, to nourish the spirit and also to keep it alive,
Every part of my thought and body struggled to keep the vision burning till the end,
Only dreaming away the dream, unaware of the perils that are dwelling just beside,
Those are swift enough and so immense to wither my absolute dream in a second,
And I call them dangerous, as they crushed my vision, collapsing it to the ground!

Thought that am armed strong to fight these perils to protect u, you- my only dream,
But, now I know, u r not armed, you are weak and prone to attacks that destroy life,
Even more wondered when I realized that these aren’t dwelling beside, but within u,
Even more traumatized when I found our enemy crashing out from your deep bosom,
I never knew that my foe is your guest, and I named that guest “Anger”, so erratic!
I doubt my skill now, is it deceiving? Or did it betray me? Letting the unwanted,
Creep into my Sweet dream, making my heaven, hell with its dreadful presence,
So, I wonder at its omnipresence, even in heaven, and I knew that it’s not banned!

You rejected me! As I couldn’t protect the dream, letting it collapse, my sheer inability,
You pushed me off, and there’s no space for me in your vast world, No place and am out!
But this rejection introduced me to a new world, opened new doors and paved new ways,
Returned back home, its new without your traces, fresh without your memories- my Home!
To resolve for my own “Self”, this disaster pulled me in, to explore my new discovery,
To build life from the ruins, construct my dreams again from the existing wreckage's,
You are an experience so sweet and so fragile, so delicate, yet deeply pierced my “Self”,
Still, you are not the past, Come! See my world, knock the door, and ‘am there to open!
- Deep

Charm

Natural and Native cultures luminous in the eyes,
Sincere and Simple smiles manifesting the origins,
Pure and Perfect is the clan; Charming existence,
Authentic is the spirit of ethnicity; Angelic Folk...!
- Deep, Jan 12th,'09

Green

The transmission of rustic fragrance so unknown,
The transformation of crystal twilight so untouched,
The transition of green hearts so undisturbed,
This emotive process in my static solitary heart!
- Deep, Dec 4th, '09

Home

These flawless laughs and country smiles induce innocent inspirations,
Let me bethink my childhood whoopees in rustic sands, so homely fair,
To glimpse the lovely colors of green closely through these village pets,
Let’s think new to see beauty in unnoticed, heart provoking, that’s new!

- Deep, Dec' 28th '09

Personifying Intense "Purity"

A fetus in its mother’s womb, takes its innocent origin, purely and tenderly exists in its own soothing world. It is calm in its ecstasy, untouched by vice noises of caste and creed, with virgin thoughts of divine peace, floating dizzily in secure waters of cozy feel, lost in luxurious trance of sleep, gladly blending forth into the comforting world of fantasy, drenched in nourishing fluids which emanate the fragrance of mamma’s cheer and bliss; close and friendly umbilical cord connects it to the eternal covenant of irresistible love. It’s breathtaking to realize the fact that we are a part of God’s ultimate creation which leads us towards, a sacred feeling of ”sense of belonging” to the heavenly realm.

Feel - Loss

Comatose that glossed over my senses to let my “love” slip out of my hand…
Which is the venom that perfumed my secure self with cold, impassive redolence…?
Laboring to preserve my lost treasures and chattels, with my drugged assumptions…
Is the “reality” poisoned by inner ache and stained by crimson sweat from deep within?

Exploring the profound aura of my existence, only to penetrate in to the shallow origins,
Vision of hope seems blurred with images of uncertainty entwined with echoing numbness,
Painful doubts arise in indignity to melt fumingly in the air to reach your nowhere existence,
Captured in shackles of hope and life, am swelling and throbbing to escape these deadly irons.

Solicitude sinks into anxiety creeping into every vein, the hopeless flying butterflies!
Immersed in those black waters, whose vigorous waves uprooted my dreams and desires?
Breathing the wind that blew off my calm ecstasies and quite whispers in sweet times of yore!
The drained eyes are gazing into hollowness of empty nothings, are they never gonna shut?

Baptized in solitude and resurrect amidst of anguish, only to discover myself in life’s nucleus,
This dense affair with eternal, promise my heart transparent inspirations and silvery instincts,
To see the sparks of bliss in cherished heavens and let my spirit soar to the creations’ terminal,
This dream unveils itself only to liberate my curbed birth, to fly high and reach you, like a dove!

-Deep
8th November ‘09.

Trance

The horizon seem less doubtful and hope flies to reconnect with the missing purity of innocence,
Every warm flash of past memories appear on the skies of twilight, evoking the past and the lost,
Time split away to be static as all moves freeze at a thought of broken inability to reconstruct life,
Solitary inspirations remain fixed, each fraction of time paralyzed to wake me up from life’s’ dream!

-Deep
16th feb', '09

Soak

To find life beneath the deepest ocean,
On the highest mountain,
In the driest desert and the coldest glacier,
And deep down in the crystal rocks,
Under the sediments and everywhere,
The whole earth to absorb “life”,
Every minute detail to reveal “life”,
It’s God who soaked the Earth in life !

But, let me see life throbbing deep pain,
Reflecting on the palm of a dusty hand,
Brooding silently in the filthy dark,
In the hearts that ache for hunger,
And in bosoms that concave with ire.
The broken sheds collapse as broken lives,
Soiled clothes! Burying souls beneath earth,
Its “Human” who need to soak life in “Love”!

-Deep ; 3rd March, '10

Pseudo

To stare at sense’s evolution, gazing the hush,
Twilight sphere’s driving me to breathe desire,
Desire to see through mind’s empty poignancy,
Reflected in psyche’s mirror, all life’s images,
Those glimpses of fragile joys and abiding tears,
Perceived perplexities doubt the time’s reality.
Only shaken by sudden sight of blurring truth,
Faint memories fixed behind vast insecure veil,
Secretly reveal missing past, so unfair and unsure,
All my pure “Self” suspended in thought’s core!

- Deep , March 6th,’10