Subject Matter: POEMS
Year of Publication: 2002
Name of the Author: PRAVEEN KUMAR
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Loving Dedication To SHOBHA
Praveen Kumar is a senior Police Officer
with the Karnataka Police. Apart from Policing
The Police, he has also authored and published
five volumes of verse – Love And Pride, Unknown Horizons and
Portraits Of Passion in English, Divya Belaku
and Bhavana in Kannada, and Policing For The New Age,
a treatise on the Police and Policing.
Born in Mangalore, Praveen Kumar
graduated in Science from St. Aloysius College,
Mangalore, going on to obtain a
post-graduate degree in Literature from Mysore
University. He also holds post-graduate
diplomas in Business Management and
Cooperation. In his student days, he was also a
prize-winning orator and writer and shares an
active interest in interior decoration with his
wife, Smt. Jayashree and son Pratheek. He has
also appeared on literary programmes on Doordarshan-
Kavi Sammelana and Sanchaya and interviewed several
times by different TV channels as a Poet and Police
Officer.
Stemming from his varied academic
background, are the lively far-ranging interests
that have impelled him to write on subjects as
diverse as police procedure and poetry, striking
the perfect balance between the pursuance of
vocation and avocation.
BHAVANA
(Poems In Kannada)
THE WORK IS A BUNCH OF LILTING POEMS IN EASY, INTIMATE
AND COSY KANNADA. THEY ARE THE REVERIES OF A TRAINED
AND CRITICAL MIND OF A MATURE POET WITH AN OBSERVING
AND PENETRATING EYE AND SHARP SENSITIVITY TO THE
WORLD AROUND.......THE CANVAS FOR HIS 62 SHORT PIECES
OF POETRY IS THE WHOLE GAMUT OF HUMAN LIFE, ITS
CHARMS AND BEAUTY..... AND IS HIGHLY ENJOYABLE.....
THERE IS ALSO A BOUQUET OF THE ECSTATIC WORLD OF
LOVERS AND ROMANCE.
THE HINDU
DIVYA BELAKU
(Poems In Kannada)
METAPHORS AND WORLD IMAGERIES, REPLETE WITH RHYME
AND RHYTHMIC FELICITY HERE FILL AND SPILL IN ALL
DIRECTIONS; THEY FLY, FLOAT AND DANCE AND ULTIMATELY
GO STILL TO ECHO WITHIN TIME AND AGAIN (Translated from
Kannada).
DR. SHIVARAMA KARANTHA
PORTRAITS OF PASSION
(Poems In English)
PRAVEEN KUMAR IS A POET, A PROLIFIC WRITER
AND A SENIOR POLICE OFFICER IN ONE.THE GENTLE
PASSIONS OF A POET, INTELLECTUAL ATTRIBUTES
OF A CREATIVE WRITER AND HARDIHOOD OF A
POLICE ADMINISTRATOR HAVE SPLICED TOGETHER
IN HIS LITERARY CREATIONS.
UNKNOWN HORIZONS
(Poems In English)
THERE IS AN ELEMENT OF DELIGHT AND SURPRISE
THROUGHOUT. THE POET IS AWARE OF THE WONDERFUL
WORLD OF NATURE AND OF MAN. SO HE IS ABLE TO EMPLOY
TELLING IMAGES TO PORTRAY HIS INNER FEELINGS OF
BEAUTY AND LOVE.
DR. M. GOPALAKRISHNA ADIGA
POLICING FOR THE NEW AGE
(Essays on Police)
MR. PRAVEEN KUMAR IN THIS TREATISE HAS EXHAUSTIVELY
DEALT WITH VARIOUS ASPECTS OF POLICING WITH
REFERENCE TO THE NEW CHALLENGES.....HIS APPROACH
TO THE VARIOUS TOPICS IS REFRESHINGLY SOUND. HE HAS
DEALT WITH EACH SUBJECT IN A THOROUGH -AND
THOUGHTFUL MANNER,
CHIEF JUSTICE HON'BLE S. MOHAN
(LATER SUPREME COURT JUDGE)
THE LANGUAGE IS FLOWERY.....THERE IS A NEED TO
APPRECIATE HIS RUTHLESS EXPOSURE OF THE
CRIMINALISATION OF POLITICS AND THE POLITICISATION OF
THE POLICE... HIS TREATISES ON DOWRY DEATHS AND
THEIR INVESTIGATION AND ON POLICE DOGS ARE
CHARACTERISTICALLY THOROUGH AND SOUND MERITING
UNIVERSAL ATTENTION.....THERE IS NO DOUBT THAT THE
AUTHOR WHO HAS ALREADY ACQUIRED A REPUTATION AS
A POET IS A HIGHLY SENSITIVE AND CULTURED PERSON.
THE HINDU
POLICING THE POLICE
(Essays on Police)
A POLICE officer and a prolific writer, Praveen Kumar, has published
another anthology ……….in the form of this book.……… "Policing the police"
acquires more relevance today in the context of the criminalisation of not
just politics, but of the services as well……….Coming as a sequel to his
earlier book, Policing for the New Age, the author chooses to describe
policemen as "social doctors" and policing as a "surgical operation to
systematically remove cancerous growths from the body of society”.
THE HINDU
Praveen Kumar is not only an upright police officer but also a poet and a
prolific writer.……..Policing the Police—an analytical Study of the
philosophy and field dynamics of the policing in practice highlight
various problem areas including defective selection and recruitment,
unsound training and unhealthy job culture and identifies likely solutions
for its redemption.
DECCAN HERALD
Praveen Kumar gives an insight into the Indian police set-up and analyses
the problems of the department with interesting illustrations from the
field. Mr Kumar's book is a departure from the routine, where he not only analyses
the problems, but also suggests solutions.
THE ASIAN AGE
The author expresses concern over sycophants climbing the ladder and
reaching the top to hold the reins and guide the destiny of the police.
The result — a spiritless culture created by incompetent
leaders…….Policing the police involves self-policing. Through the book,
the author has made an honest effort to throw some light on the state of
affairs of Indian police.
THE TIMES OF INDIA
A police officer unravels his profession.
INDIA TODAY
Policing with a cause. Policing The Police by Praveen Kumar.…….delves
deeply on this core aspect of policing and lays bare the Indian Police
setup, sheath by sheath………He interprets police and policing through the
prism of a poet’s sensibilities.
THE HINDUSTAN TIMES
PUBLISHED WORKS OF PRAVEENKUMAR
Books
a) English writings 1) POLICING FOR THE NEW AGE (MAY 1992)
2) POLICING THE POLICE (JANUARY 2000)
b) English poems 1) UNKNOWN HORIZONS (JULY 1991)
2) PORTRAITS OF PASSION (MARCH 1997)
3) LOVE AND PRIDE (2002 IN WEB)
c) Kannada poems 1) DIVYA BELAKU (JULY 1991)
2) BHAVANA (DECEMBER 1993)
Articles
a) The Hindu (Open Page)
1) INDIAN POLICE AT A CROSSROADS (6-6-1995)
2) INTERNAL SECURITY- CHALLENGES AND APPROACH (8-8-1995)
3) INDIAN POLICE: TIME TO TAKE TOUGH DECISIONS (19-9-1995)
4) WHAT AILS PROFESSIONAL POLICING IN INDIA? (2-1-1996)
5) NEED TO LIBERATE LAW ENFORCERS FROM UNHOLY ALLIANCES (2-4- 1996)
6) ROLE OF POLICE IN THE RECONSTRUCTION OF INDIA (18-6-1996)
7) WHERE THEIR LOYALTIES LIE… (27-8-1996)
8) CAUGHT IN THE VICIOUS CIRCLE OF CORRUPTION (15-10-1996)
9) POLICE STRUCTURE NEEDS THE MANAGEMENT TOUCH (31-12-1996)
10) POLICE & HUMAN RIGHTS – DOES END JUSTIFY MEANS? (18-3-1997)
11) RESTORING CREDIBILITY TO CRIME INVESTIGATION (24-6-1997)
12) WHAT AILS THE INDIAN SECRET POLICE (9-9-1997)
13) POLICE UNPROFESSIONAL (20-1-1998)
14) LAW AND JUSTICE (23-6-1998)
15) POLICE MORALE ERODED BY POOR ADMINISTRATION (8-9-1998)
16) TIME TO IMPROVE THE QUALITY OF CIVIL SERVICE (2-3-1999)
QUALITY OF CIVIL SERVICE (19-3-1999) : letter to the Editor
as answer to UPSC response in THE HINDU dated 16-3-1999.
b) The Indian Express (Editorial Page)
1) QUOTA SYSTEM CAN WEAKEN CIVIL SERVICE (6-6-1995)
2) EMPOWERING THE CBI (10-7-1997)
c) Deccan Herald (Sunday Supplementary)
1) TOWARDS SANE SERVICE (2-7-1995)
2) LACKING VIGOUR (6-7-1997)
3) PROFESSIONAL PRIDE OF THE POLICE (28-9-1997)
4) NEED TO REVITALISE THE POLICE (23-11-1997)
5) FOR GOOD GOVERNANCE (11-11-2001)
d) The Times Of India
1) THE GUN STILL SPEAKS (21-10-1995)
e) Alive (Focus)
1) CRIME, POLITICS AND POLICE (FEBRUARY 1996)
2) CRIMINALISATION OF POLICE (JANUARY 1997)
3) THE INDIAN POLICE : MALADIES AND REMEDIES (SEPTEMBER 1998)
4) THE CRUMBLING STEELFRAME OF INDIA (NOVEMBER 1998)
5) KASHMIR: THE CORE ISSUE OF NATIONHOOD (FEBRUARY 2002)
f) IJCC
1) INVESTIGATION OF DOWRY DEATH CASES (1996 – 3)
2) INDIAN INTERNAL SECURITY BUILDUP (1998 – 4)
TV appearances
a) Interviewed
1) Sanchaya (Bangalore DD) on 8-6-1992
2) Sanchaya (Bangalore DD) on 22-8-1994
3) Parichaya (Udaya TV) on 16-3-2000
b) Presenting Poems
1) Sanchaya (Bangalore DD) on 12-9-1989
2) Kavi Sammelana (Bangalore DD) on 17-10-1990
National Events
a) National Seminar
1) Political Reforms in India (centre for Policy Research & BU) on
20-3-2002
"Love and Pride" is the product of the confluence of
various influences at work from a long time like aspiration and
inspiration, impressions and expressions and the labours of
various kinds. Myriad persons knowingly or unknowingly
involved themselves in this creative labour to deliver this work.
It may not be possible to acknowledge all in the limited
time at my disposal. I make only passing references to a
few more important ones here.
I fondly identify and recognise my son, Pratheek P,
and my father, Shree R.D.Suvarna as those between whom I
stand as a link in continuation of a line of values, culture,
thoughts and aspirations sheathed in 'Love and Pride'. If
I inherited my literary tastes from my father, I pass it on to
my son, as also the encouragement I received, to the next in line.
I received all support from my wife, Smt. Jayashree P. all along
in pursuit of my cherished values and literary interests. She is my
inspiration in many works, as also the editor of this as of all
previous books authored by me.
'Love and Pride' basically is a bundle of
stirring ab intra and a manifestation of the past,
the present and the future. The stirrings represent the inside as
well as the outside world and their dreams and aspirations.
They also bear the deep stamps on soul from the endless time.
Poetry basically being human relationships in its pristine charm,
no acknowledgement in a work of poetry would be complete
without references to them. One is suffice here. It is the
ever-glowing memory of Shobha deep from the past. Her spirit
is alive forever in me. This book of poetry is lovingly dedicated to her.
P.K.
About the Poet
Other books of the Poet
From the Poet
SHE IS MY LITTLE APHRODITE
WE DISSOLVED IN THE OTHER
MY SHINING ANGEL
IN CELESTIAL RHYTHM
ON THE WINGS OF PASSIONS
UNBOUND JOY
GENTLE QUEEN
UNBOUND BEAUTY
IN UNENDING CYCLES
DIVINE IS MY STATE
SLEEP
MY CHILD
BIRTHDAY
THE NIGHT IS INFINITE
ROUND OFF THE EDGES
BLIND BLOT
DEATH IS DEATH, DISSOLUTION OF ALL
FAREWELL
PIQUE
SHINING BRIGHTER THAN EVER
SHINE LIKE THE SUN
DEIGN NOT
WHEN I LOOK BACK
BE YOU IN WORDS
HE IS NOT LIKE ALL
ACROSS THE GULF
I NEVER REACH YOU
CELESTIAL MUSIC
INNER LIGHT
MYSTERIOUS WORLD
NO DOORS STOP HIM
MY MORTAL EYES
RETURN OUR BYGONE DAYS
YOU WILL COME BACK
WE WAIT
IN MIDST OF YOUR SMILES
A WALL OF TIME
THE TRANSIENT WORLD
A PASSING PHASE
THE TOUCH OF SPRING
SHE IS MY LITTLE APHRODITE
She is my little Aphrodite,
My resplendent morning star ;
She is my yearning and deepest desire,
She is my bliss, my contentment.
She binds my soul to her little world
And nurses old wounds with deep concerns;
She tends, she mends, she soothes the soul,
The greatest healer indeed she is.
Fair as full moon in a cloudless sky,
My little Aphrodite of liquid charm
Floods my low-lands of swinging moods,
Whenever I hide in my little hole.
She lights my world with the dawn of hopes
And enchants my heart with her little ways ;
Her smiles, the stirs of the colorific spring,
Her words, the rolls of the tides of warmth.
She comes and seizes and mingles like ale
And binds me deep in her innocent charm;
Her dew-like self engulfs my soul
And I lose myself in wet warmth of her.
WE DISSOLVED IN THE OTHER
Young and eager she is, in ultimate grace,
She climbed the ladder a step a day
And knocked the door of my unguarded fort ;
I wondered who is this winged angel
On my door steps, for what great game ;
Yet, I opened door wide open for her;
She, young and eager, in ultimate grace,
Barged deep inside like the god in haste
And settled herself in ease in a quiet corner.
I entreated her to gentle passions,
Held her heaving bosoms in my shaking hands ;
Stripped her wide open to a gorgeous view:
Full, young and round, and hale and sweet like ale ;
I sank my whole deep to her soft vale,
Liquesced in soft mounds of irresistible warmth ;
She quivered like dry leaves in dulcet thrill,
In swells of sweet passions exploding in limbs ;
She was not then her own, her usual quiet soul.
Sweet in gentle moves, she spread all over me,
I held her in my arms, she, me in winding arms ;
We dissolved in the other till grew in common bliss
Of desires, deep and thick, and longing for each.
Desires being spent, we lay in gentle peace
With unbound gratitude in heart for each ;
She gently turned aside and whispered in ears,
She should leave then and descend to her fate ;
I held her hands fast and stood silent for a moment:
We met again each other in deep whispers of eyes,
Our spirit longed for each in unending desires,
For unending bond before time drifts us apart ;
Aye, time hears not the rules of the human needs
And she descended step by step and vanished from sight,
Leaving the dulcet dreams of we dissolved in the other.
MY SHINING ANGEL
I am not unknown to you, nor ever to me, you are,
Our worlds intermingle in their finest grains ;
We match in colours deep inside our hearts,
Music in our souls is concinnous till the end ;
We sing the same song though in our own ways,
We walk, run, and hop to the same common goal,
Where lie our hearts and immense common joy ;
Yet, why this distance, these impossible walls,
This thick gray smog that dulls our eyes.
I came half the world, alas, you respond not,
You show no signs of raging fire in heart
And sit still and dumb like the Antarctic ice-sheet ;
I know the heat you suffer in silence inside,
For, it burns me too to the crevices of bones ;
How you bear those bites and put-up stoic face,
For what human grace, you kill sweet instincts
And render a lovely world, a mirage of day-dreams,
Where never we ever meet, but go on in wastes of dreams
Till hearts break in pain and the world goes dark.
Alas, though here, you do not reach here,
Alas, though there, you do not belong there ;
Why you punish you like this for no worthwhile cause,
And end-up in maelstrom where none ever find joy?
Come out of the mire, fly free in lovely heaven,
Where all is love and beauty, all is pure joy,
Where no divided soul exists nor the pain of opposite pulls ;
You are sheer beauty, pure love, perfectitude of joy,
But an embarrassing pain in this incertitude,
For both you and I, caught in love’s intense swirls.
You wreck not our world where you truly belong,
It is your world where your grace and beauty lies ;
Come out of the alien world where you never really belong,
Where you deceive yourself and deceive us both
And never live like shining angel immortal in my arms.
IN CELESTIAL RHYTHM
I was in deep sleep that winter night,
And darkness did freeze the world around;
Not a single star twinkled in the sky,
Not a single streak of light anywhere;
Blind and cold and still, not a thing stirred;
I was living dead like a piece of wood,
Sinking deep in barren lifeless world.
Then she came with nectar in heart,
Warm shine in eyes, honey smile on face,
As bright as the full-moon in a cloudless heaven;
She came near in soft gentle steps,
Godly beauty shone like halo around her;
She reached my world, gently touched my life,
Breath to warm breath, her face fragrantly close,
Heart in rhyme to heart, body comfortably near;
She awakened my soul to the lively morn ahead,
To the warm bright rays of the gentle soft sun,
To the chirpings of birds and the stirrings of light,
To the refreshingly sweet air of the joyous daybreak.
She whispered from her soul to my wildly writ soul,
And infused sprightliness to my indolent life;
She stirred my heart to the nuances of the world,
And warmed my soul to the riots of the life.
She said, she brought potions of love in heart,
She sought me to rip up her sweet self apart
And drink all her potions to my heart’s content;
Fresh like dew myself, I reached her eager self,
Held it in both hands, quivering in wild excitement,
Squeezed it hard to my mouth eager in wait
And inhausted every bit till the last single drop.
Thirst quenched, soul content, self in joyous riots,
My heart full with lush love to the brim,
I lowered my eyes to hug her and kiss;
But, alas, what I saw I couldn’t trust,
The eager self of my love had dripped life too
To keep alive my joy and stirrings of sunshine;
The godly beauty of love and inexhaustible charm,
Lay still and breathless, alas, in endless sleep.
She came, woke me up, lit soul with her life;
She sank to dreary darkness to give me light and life,
To give light to my soul and stir me with love;
She lives in me forever in the shine of my soul,
In daybreaks, sunshine and the riots of the life,
In chirpings of birds and stirrings of light,
In whispers of the souls and the sprightliness around,
In rhyme of hearts and the riots of colours,
In every streak of love I find anywhere.
ON THE WINGS OF PASSIONS
Wherever you be, my love,
You never be far from my world;
However far be, my love,
You never be far from my reach;
Though you set in distant horizons,
I wait endless and join you there;
Though you hide beyond constellations
I seek you on the wings of passions
And pick you from the cosmic hole;
No heat of burning giant balls
Nor the chill of the cosmic darkness
Cross my path of reaching you;
Wherever we may turn and part outward,
Our roots are bound inseparably inward.
We are the eternal playmates
In the spread of the cosmic playground,
Where hide and seek is our natural game;
You run, hide and bid me to seek
And I seek with heart put in to the act;
Is it just a play for us?
It is my blood, soul and beats of heart
That keeps me worthwhile in cosmic spread;
Though eyes, blindfold,
Legs, bound and hands, tied,
And thrown to seek you in an unknown field,
Hiding somewhere, you do not see my plight;
Blame me not, I concede I was late,
Late or not, we will meet when time is right.
UNBOUND JOY
My prettiest flower,
The sweetest little thing I ever found
And the world can ever hope to hold,
I hear all day your little whispers
Though nothing I find harder than knowing you.
You are there wherever I seek,
You are there whenever I need,
You are everywhere though nowhere found;
Though ripples of pain, you are unbound joy,
Though discontentment, you are inner peace,
Though discord, you are sheer harmony,
You are my beauty, my truth and essence.
While alone and dejected and soul cries in pain,
You surface from somewhere and console and soothe
And give strength, courage and resolve to hold fast,
But, nowhere again, unseen while I recover from;
You come and share pain, but hide away from joy,
Though my strength, I know not where you are.
GENTLE QUEEN
She sends her signals of unbound love
In little gestures and subtle moves;
An ocean of joys and the crown of life,
She is my soul’s gentle queen;
She throws gentle light from her hiding place
And lights the soul with unending hopes;
We meet in the depths of our primordial roots
And entwine in the crevices of the craving souls.
She breathes my soul, I breathe her soul,
Together we fall and rise in the cosmic whole;
I live in her, and she, in me, indivisible ever,
Impregnable and bound in nature’s celestial tie.
UNBOUND BEAUTY
When I saw her alone in soft moonlit glow,
She stirred soul and caught me whole;
Shocked by her gentle divine grace,
I ravished her spell by my eyes
And drank those charm to my brim;
But, inexhaustible was her unbound beauty
And unending was my endearing thirst;
However long I drank, I saw no contentment;
As I drank more, my thirst rose more
And I desired her in my yearning arms,
Desired to blend and fuse in her charm
And rhyme with her soft perfect curves.
Fresh like lush green spring flowers
And live and fragrant and full of colours,
She floods my soul,
Invades sleep and wakeful states;
She shines in my eyes, sprouts in my dreams,
And plays divine music deep within the self;
She spreads soft light and guides me along
To the glorious world of joy and fulfillment;
She is my road, she is my end,
She is the precious jewel I sought all my life.
IN UNENDING CYCLES
I know her not a bit,
Nor ever dug to her depths
To explore her dark innards,
Nor climbed to her heights
To probe her breath-taking mysteries.
I stood alone where I belonged
And happily drank whatever she gave:
Sparkles of eyes,
Subtle attentions in million ways,
Floods of sweet passions across the souls
And dreams and daydreams unbound and wild.
In pursuit of what she gave,
I left my safe-haven for far away horizons;
I walked in steady pace,
Love and devotion bespeaking in heart;
Farther I walked, farther she slipped
In unending evasion.
I dragged failing legs farther ahead,
No thought suffered me where I may reach,
Nor ever thought what fate lay ahead;
I just moved ahead,
No strength to stop anywhere,
Nor bounce to take any hop;
I went on in uninspired motion
Till I found her raising walls
And teasing me across the fence.
She called me to jump the wall
And catch her at her sport;
I saw her in her game,
Felt sad for my shame;
I turned back as I must
And trod back where I belong;
The game she played
Oft puzzles my heart;
Though no answers I ever get,
I find her ready algate
With new tricks to lure me out;
She lures and I pursue,
She farther slips and teases across the fence;
I turn back in shame again
To begin the game afresh.
The game goes on in unending cycles,
Never ever our hearts building a bridge.
DIVINE IS MY STATE
When in contemn for what the world did for me,
What talents did it fail and what grace did it cloud,
What noble thoughts it sunk in vile dins and sound,
In utter despair, my love, I, for light, seek thee.
What heights did I scale, to what vales was I shown,
What dreams streamed sublime were crushed and blown,
How unkindly was I put down and mercilessly thrown,
When, my love, I recount, you, fill in from horizons.
When the shine in my soul tarnishes from blows,
When the music in heart turns sour and crows,
When deep scars and wounds seize my inner glows,
‘Cause of you, holy love, my solace still grows.
How was I mowed, hauled, cursed and blocked,
How my quiet little sail all along the sea rocked,
I recall in grief and deeply scorn my ill fate,
Then, you smile and remind how divine is my state.
You chose me above all as dearest to your soul,
Your honey'd love, my love, instates me above all;
This heavenly gift, divine love, lifts me as a whole,
And grooms me within for all worldly and unworldly call.
You lift my sinking self, bring it to a golden land,
Where golden rays of spring everlastingly blossom mind;
The unworldly boons of your love overwhelms the worldly grief
And readies me to take on ills with smiles and joy in soul.
No dark evils of all the worlds here, above and below,
Wither your love's gold-edged divine glow;
You fill me with such wealth that I, whether high or low,
Need no worldly grace or scope unto me ever flow.
SLEEP
0 young sister of death and lovely mistress of midnight,
Thou breedeth million dreams of wondrous pigments, giveth side by side
Ripples of gentle woes from the womb of endless past;
0 the icon of the rest and the springboard of easeful sweet, thou embraceth
All in magical sweep of poppy-obliviousness.
0 the Lady of inaction,
0 the lovely daughter of tired soul,
Thou, the bestower of freshness, the bearer of unworldly dreams,
The eternal transitor from old to the new welcome world, an abyss
‘Twixt two wakeful states and its bridge too!
Thou art life and death, though both of it, thou art neither in exact state,
But, a soothing gentle knot that keeps both in right field.
Sleep keeps mind and body synchronized to soul’s sweet state,
And opens new world each time full of life, vigour and bounce.
MY CHILD
My child,
Though by nature mild,
Turns ferociously wild
While challenged and nail’d.
He is very kind;
Like lovely lily, his mind,
So gentle nowhere you find ;
But, put him somewhere in a bind,
Lo, you find the south-westerly wind,
In thunders sweeping blind;
And awful energies he unwind.
My true friend;
Like sweet summer wind,
He flutters my soul out to joyous kind
And fills warmth and hopes and enriches mind.
He is my dream, he is life's cream,
A stream of elan vital in full bloom;
He brings back wings lost in life's battles
That carry soul high to fulfilment and settles;
Lyric of heart, he is, its soft sweet glow,
My earful song in its honey'd flow;
In his charming spells, superhuman I grow.
A responsible boy,
Call him teachers with true joy;
To mind his class, he is the only boy
Teachers entrust and he attends to everybody's joy.
A little bundle of energies,
Streamlined in strategic synergies;
He bends left and right and
Everywhere shows his hand;
Like a subtle magical wand,
He creates uncreated world
And vanishes unvanishable world.
Abhors he rest,
Busy always in his little nest,
Where everybody except him is a guest;
He spins his own world beyond East and West.
Leader, he is for his age,
Among his folks, a true sage,
Who can run thro’ any maze
Without anxieties, haste or rage;
Like Sun, my son shines in intense blaze,
Yet, sits comfortable in restrictive cage
Raised for him on my scheme's page.
He is wet clay,
He moulds as you play?
Be pleasant, he so lays himself all day,
Be bright, he beams all day bright ray.
His presence brings pleasure,
His smile floods treasure
Of holy contentment in abundant measure;
His talks in joyous leisure
Relieve all pressures;
He is my polar star,
The core of all, be it near or far.
He is a sweet little rose,
A bright little lily, sweet jasmines, all close,
Blossoming the soul thro' touch, sight and fragrance
And bringing divinity down in exhilarating dose.
Dear of all, he is the pet of most,
His presence among lots is, oh, never lost;
His mother's pet, his father's best,
Most adored with teachers, rever’d almost;
Dearest to friends and neighbourhood's light,
Even unfamiliar souls, him, fill in heart;
His warmth and charm, his essential might.
Give him a test,
He is always the best
Among any group, and far above the next,
In game or skill or wisdom or jest.
Best among friends for him is book,
His devotion there is something to look?
Knowledge and thoughts metamorphosed to insight,
Insight with intellect gives out true talent,
Talent with wise acts put him beyond all,
Installs as live deity in victory's hall;
He is friend of friends and rises very tall.
He is an ingrained teacher
Of the Nature's exquisite features;
Spirit and practices constitute culture,
That radiates from his sweet nature.
In forefront he is in brain or brawn;
He represents an assured happy dawn
Of the brightest day in time's fold;
He is bright, noble, sheer gold,
Within, fresh dew, soft, pure and cold;
Outward, hard diamond's unshaken hold;
In and out, he is in synchronized mould.
BIRTHDAY
Once in an age
Comes birthday, reminds
How once years back
I built bridge to this world.
Once in an age
Comes birthday, reminds
How this world without my world
Once existed as well.
Birthdays flash in wheels,
The revolutions passed behind,
Each adding to my growth
To stand me where I stand.
I pass on from womb to grave
In the birth and death scale,
Farer each birthday; farther from
Where I sprouted and moulded live.
It reminds me my past,
It reminds the time ahead,
It reminds above all, present,
The subtle missions of life.
Thousand souls that tended me,
Thousand graces that blessed me,
To state me as this here, now,
Unwind in reels this very day.
It marks my life's mark-time,
The heroic march on the still land;
Quick march, in doubles, too are there,
All take me ahead, year-by-year.
Divine reminders, birthdays
Of whence we came, where we go,
Of how little reached in our goals
And how far need run to fulfill the self.
THE NIGHT IS INFINITE
The night is infinite, finite is light,
Who created the night? who brought light to light it?
What bang is it that that crept light over the night?
Who split spitfire to billion shapes, and spread
In ever-expanding nooks and comers of the night?
Who, but the night, sustains the infinite space?
Who, but the night, brought light to light over it?
Who else, but the night, split spit-fire to billion shapes
And threw it with a bang to the time's eternal edge
And saw itself in glory of manifesting as infinite space?
In what distant time, broke out the night from womb,
And to what distant realm will it move in this great swell?
Who made it that deep? who made it that broad?
Who is that made the night infinite in twosome with the time?
Who else, but the night, in the bustle of cosmic boom!
Heaven's eyes pierce holes, so the million stars, across
The endless stretch of night, the ephemeral bright days
Burst out of these holes, sprout the seeds of life;
The night mothers life, light fathers life to the world,
They, in divine entwinement, bounce life on this Earth.
ROUND OFF THE EDGES
A jewel, a diamond, indeed you are,
Though a few sharp edges unduly are there;
Round off the edges, you shine like a crown,
A hard grind indeed to polish to fine grain.
A peacock, you are, in a farm of fowls,
In regal gait amongst the flock of crooks;
You walk head held high to the shock of the fowls,
Who lock in fright in far-off nooks.
You fit-in to all roles like old leather soles,
You take on dry heat like south-westerly gales;
A post, you art, to rally for resurrection of souls,
A pillar that holds structures of valued goals.
You are as deeply bright as light, and algate right,
.Immaculate, perfect and spotless white;
In worlds of dwarfs, you, stand as Everest,
In twists of the world, you, walk abreast.
Different you are, distinct from lay world,
Different in ways you perceive this world,
Different you think and different you judge,
Distinct you stand tall with distinguished edge.
But, round off the edges to shine like a crown,
Or else, all flock together to make you a clown;
They have the number, poor you, stand alone there
And none there to share glory and to be fair.
BLIND BLOT
When I brood how my road is riddled
With blocks, rocks and illegal barriers
From the day one, every day, all along the way,
And tore my talents and bore insults all days
For no worthwhile reasons, but spite and jealous,
For the fear of the Sun fading million little stars,
I, but, pity the perpetrators, for their foolish play,
For, all their struggles on a field of wet clay
Mire their limbs and waste their strengths;
I negotiate riddles and pass, though delayed.
Yet, I brood, alas, my road is riddled
With blocks, rocks and illegal barriers
And the summation of summer, wasted over it
And rendered my armour torn, soil'd and breached;
I bled days and nights, though it cleansed my soul,
Making me dearer to the Maker of all;
Yet, I brood, alas, my road is riddled,
For, it tarnished my light in material eyes, less tall
Made than most little dwarfs dancing around,
Who shoot high above as firecrackers.
Nay, it ever diminishes me in my eyes,
For, 1 know my talents as my Maker does;
Yet, the Maker and me are not all that life counts;
Depth and breadth don't bring the necessary height,
And belated height won't make up the lost days;
What I bled shall remain a blotch on my soul
And remain a blot on my life as a whole;
This, perchance, what the Maker made me for, a lamp
With a knot of blind blot in the flame's heart
And I must carry on with what the Maker ordain'd me for.
DEATH IS DEATH, DISSOLUTION OF ALL
All over this mammoth Earth,
There is nothing like death;
All over this mammoth Earth,
Nothing escapes death
Except that strange death itself.
What is this death,
Perchance, death itself knows not;
Whence it springs,
Where are its wings,
Fancied none in these million years.
It's the live black hole
In dance along the time's scale;
Nothing escapes its rapacious field
And nothing ever breaks out of its shield,
Death is death, dissolution of all.
Is death a beginning, none ever ever knows,
No mysteries as mysterious as death ever is;
No light or shade nor talent prised it,
No voyages ever came back out of its womb,
Nor light-years ever scaled the depth of death.
Death brings down all to the Nature's womb,
To the Natures pristine pure form;
No rise or fall nor glory or shame,
‘Neath the mysterious death, all are same;
Indeed, the supreme equalizer is death.
Death is true peace, death is ultimate pain,
Death is finding peace in the folds of pain;
Death robs light and spreads dark night
And numbs soul to the inevitable truth, that
Born out of night, but we are part of that night.
FAREWELL
0, now the time rings the bell,
It is the time of farewell;
0, the present dips to the past,
It's halt to the roll of time at last.
The joys and grief come to an end,
The struggles of past halt to a grind;
All hopes and fears pass behind,
Pressures gone, withers, the mind.
A transition, ahead, to newer realms,
From known to unknown, path ahead;
Comradeships snapped, hollowness claims
Memories of past in series unceased.
It's fall from the tall self-confidence,
But a challenge to rebuild from the scraps;
An open field to build to the sky, or else
Go standstill in darkness and grope.
Reels of snapshots of fears, joyous tears,
Successes, failures in nostalgic frames
Unroll ceaselessly, all bitterness clears;
Farewell washes off the sins of past games.
Hatreds drown in appreciations whatever;
As harmless like fish moved out of water,
The soul no more a threat or a competitor,
Deserves the best for the past deeds' galore.
It is the last adieu, parting forever,
Snapping the roots grown there in blood;
It is parting the past in pursuit of the future,
Shedding a part of the heart and the mind.
PIQUE
0 mammoth pique, I do pick
And treat you with the vilest prick
To deflate your horny hauteur;
For, you make psyche seriously sick
And robs light by smothering soul's wick;
You, the worthy progenitor
Of the cauldron of inflated ego, you lick
Blood that flood while true talents click,
But, thereon you takeover by trick
And stick out vile horns, too quick.
You are the coborn of true talents,
But distorted, deformed, disturbingly deviant;
You are the black shadow of excellence, its bright light,
The couthie little spouse of rage's red rolls;
You sneak in thro' nooks and corners of the mind
And sweep the soul like a devastating wind
That uproots grace, topples peace and flashes rage;
You disturb the harmony inherent to the souls,
Riding on the false shadow of suspicions,
And jump the walls to crash on indiscretions.
Pique crumbles talents to insignificance,
Pique clouds all virtues to impotence;
Lustrous diamond is the soul untouch'd by it,
That shines and reshines thro’ hard surface;
Pique is the smoke most poisonous inbred in man,
Pique is the deadly snake in wait to bite the first seen
To disgorge the poison from the system’s sack;
Pique is a handicap, fatal infirmity of the mind,
Born of inadequacies, insecurities, imbalances of the self,
That drag life on the cusps of disaffections.
SHINING BRIGHTER THAN EVER
Though the world inflicted bleeding wounds,
You wavered not on the path you trod;
Though the world shut you up in a dark cell,
You lost not the sight of the dreams of the life;
Though the world abused and scorned your life,
You stepped not out from living in whole.
You played with stars, moved with galaxies
And breathed gale and swept clouds aside;
While the world pulled you to side-wings,
You walked like a colossus in the center-stage.
While the world threw scorns and disgrace on you,
It fell short and failed to stick;
While the world threw you to burning fire,
You rose from there shining brighter than ever.
SHINE LIKE THE SUN
Be different, be the jewel of the crown,
Shine like the sun all over the heaven;
Stand up above the mediocre din
And show how high you are deep within;
Spread wide, afar and stand up truly tall;
From the impossible height, look one and all;
When height is true, things do to place themselves fall,
And doors open wide to greatness’ gold-lit hall.
The world is rich, full of great things;
While you have steely sturdy wings in you,
You truly fly high and have it all;
You hover over all and reach your call;
Shed small thoughts, look far and wide,
In conviction’s noble crest algate you ride;
For heaven’s sake, never from truth you hide,
What surfaces from within is the greatness, guide.
Walk like a colossus in the world of dwarfs,
Take dictates algate from the innermost self;
That is honesty, that is the freewill,
That is the only noble route ahead uphill;
Shine like the sun and sparkle like stars,
Majestic like the full moon, tread your course;
Look upward, lay eyes on the far horizons
And spread all over in the gentle cosmic dance.
DEIGN NOT
Be it a night of a new moon gloom,
Or a path of myriad roadblocks,
Be it madness or evil game,
While you walk towering high,
Do gods tread sideways and make way for you;
What mortals do, why you brood, walk algate upright.
While you stand head and shoulder above,
While steady in walk and steps never shake,
The thorns ‘neath the feet sting you not,
Only spur you to run and reach target;
The specters of fall haunt resolves in you
While you stop your walk in fear of rocky roads;
Roll like a roller and smoothen your route,
Deign not to little things and look algate ahead.
Hurdles and rough roads deter resolves of dwarfs,
Not the firm strides of the regal tall men;
The world is a little thing while you outgrow its shell,
While you stand skyward, free of twists and pulls;
You are then the lord, the world on your feet,
While the world knows that you transcend its limits;
Stand up to the roof-top and walk like a colossus,
Make sure, never ever the world crosses your path.
You walk at your will while you know inside out
And firm in the soul with the trust on own self;
It is not the world you live, but the stride you take counts,
It is not the world you live, but the stride you take counts;
Take the world by its horns and tame with inner strength
And be oblivious of small things while eyes are on cosmic scale.
WHEN I LOOK BACK
When I look back,
Scenes of myriad comedies and tragedies
In innumerable hues and shades
Crowd the lanes of memories;
The shades in different garbs
Knock the doors of emotions
Scene after scene;
How they all hauled me here
Along the unpredictable zigzag track,
I wonder in shock;
Ups and downs,
Jerks and shakes and tremors of shifts,
What plans and rules and terms of life,
How led me here,
For what transcendent end,
I can never figure out;
The laughs and grief,
Hid deep in the past’s safe selves,
What dear salvation’s ends serve,
Only the creator himself perhaps knows;
Each portrait from the womb of the past,
Be it pain or pleasure, or fall or rise,
Surfaces with dazzling aureate frame;
I delve on each, run over and over,
To bury the present in the shadows of the past
And dig a peep to the days ahead.
My past is a pasture trod by love, loss and fall,
Where beasts strayed to feast on gentle souls.
Men and women of most blessed kind
Light my past like the jewels of a crown;
The lilting lyrics and the immortal rhythms,
Those souls delivered to my life,
Carry me onward where only angels tread
And make the past, a valued treasure;
Like crystal dews on green leaves at dawn,
They refresh soul from the past’s myriad streams.
There are fearsome ravines,
Deeper than a thousand hells;
There are dizzy heights too,
Where there were fears of steep fall;
Velvet spreads of tablelands too,
Where I plodded like a ghost in sleep,
And specters of stillness haunted soul;
Each surfaces from the bygone days
Through the long unending memory’s lanes;
There were wild chases that led to nought,
There were weak limps to reach impossible heights,
Lucks, windfalls and joyous turnarounds too;
The moonlit dreams of love and joy,
The steely cold realities of the world around,
That brought down my feet on the firm ground;
They carry me onwards in detachment now
On the wings of the cool breeze of reflections.
Tempests were there,
All now holed up in the depths of the past
And I stand alone like cynosure and absorb it all;
I learn in slow process to live with it all;
The barrier does breach at times
And the past rushes in floods to the present
And inconsolable goes my heart
For the past that was lost forever
With its love and joy and pristine beauty;
A subtle and lovely world that was the past
That shows me in my true colours,
Untouched by the dazzle of the false self.
The past is never lost, it whispers in the present;
The past is the guide that leads me ahead
To the cosmic unity of the time, space and deed.
BE YOU IN WORDS
When you write,
Put all your weight
Behind it;
Reflectively wait
Till time is right,
For thoughts to sprout
And, then spread net
Of natural words
To catch birds
And bring on grounds
Of rhythms and rhymes.
Write from heart,
Every single thought;
Feel, let thoughts come out
In the garbs of wit;
Bring it out, tightly knit
In right outfit;
Furbish each bit
Till self reflects
In every word
On its smooth face
In your own pace.
While you write,
Interlace with it;
Never be abstract,
Nor lose your sight;
Just involve and sit
In midst of it;
Be you in words;
Let your inner worlds
Drive in herds
Your inner crowds
To surface in reflective moods.
Put sweat and blood,
Stream tears in flood,
Churn passions out of mud,
Then write from head;
It be warm and cool
And your own tale,
Real grief and smile,
But detached from a mile
With a selfless gulf
From the turbulence of the self.
HE IS NOT LIKE ALL
He is not like all,
Jumps, bounces, falls and rises next minute,
Not a moment here, not a moment there,
Yet, he is found everywhere.
Only threat holds him anywhere
That too for a minute,
Next minute, he is again everywhere;
A magician,
Impossible like a giant once,
Creeps and escapes like a mouse next,
No thousand eyes can fix him for long;
Shouts, screams and sudden laughs
Spurt on the cusps of anger and joy.
He is not next what he is now,
Nor now what he was a moment back,
A fast changing face of the mood himself;
No reasons now, all reasons next,
In the splendid colours of own thoughts;
Everything is deep, everything is fresh,
Everything is a wonder in his little world;
A bully now, kind hearted next,
No lasting emotions ever reach his soul.
Like morn dew, he is,
Untouched and unattached,
Yet, roots himself deep in the world around;
A wonder indeed,
The creation’s most creative skill
In moods, thoughts and ever-changing spirit.
He is a riddle,
One cannot figure what is what in him;
If one says no, he always says yes,
And when one says yes, he algate, no;
He is love itself, pure and fresh.
He insists his way,
Yet, not arrogant
He is the flow of the unconstrained soul;
He indeed is hard to deal,
Yet, a pleasure to deal,
He is a pleasing labour for all of us.
No dull and grim moment with him;
He dances and dances our hearts too
Like twinkles of stars
In the spread of the unending sky overhead;
An island of warm and refreshing joy
In the tumult of the ocean of life.
He is a wondrous magic light
In the world of everyday experiences;
New meanings of life,
He, his acts unfold algate;
Never a moment dull and wasted in him,
Never a feeling of worn soul;
He is the greatest physician I ever saw,
His smiles, a tonic,
His talks, a treat,
His touch, a spellbinding magical cure,
He is a celestial physician for all.
Never a moment quiet, yet calm and peaceful,
Never a moment restful, yet a joyous soul;
This is what he does, this is how he fills us
In the life’s gross pell-mell.
ACROSS THE GULF
I hear in your heartbeats
Our impregnable bonds loudly speak;
Though deeply mired in different worlds
I hear you whisper across the gulf;
You know not where I wait longing for you,
Nor know how deep is our bond’s roots,
Though our hearts rhyme algate with each.
The cadence of life’s endless dance
Bridges our lives
And entwines the grief and joy of life;
The rhythmic spring of the life force
Make the world where we long to live,
Where laid our past, where lies our presence,
Where will lie our future in pains and pleasures.
Every beat of heart marches us forward
To a world of everlasting love and trust;
In our heartbeats forever do meet
Two hearts that blend in love for each.
I NEVER REACH YOU
The wheel of time ceaselessly revolves
And I weather away like winter leaves
To rise again like phoenix some day;
No cynosure here nor burning fire
To make me constant in pursuit,
Except the footprints you left far back.
Though you left lasting imprints
On the loose sand bed of the fleeting time,
You transcend time, transcend weathering
And deeply embedded within my self,
And light hopes, zeal and joy of life.
I yearn, seek and grope for you
In the dreary chill of the darkness outside;
I scale horizons and search the stars
In the hope of finding you someday
In the far nooks of the distant time;
Though you lurk within, I never reach you,
Never feel the joy of having in me.
Impregnable walls of time and space
Stand ‘tween us and keep us apart;
I can’t be I nor you, ever you
Without each reaching the other;
How long this unsteady desperate state,
How long we wait for the time of the tryst
That brings us close never again to part?
CELESTIAL MUSIC
Here or there or anywhere she be,
Or near or far or perhaps nowhere,
But, always everywhere, she is, for me,
In me here, there, everywhere forever.
She algate keeps close and consoles me;
I hear in silence her celestial music;
No distance, no walls, no gulf of time,
No vacant heart ever keeps us apart.
No time or space rules her in my world;
Limitless horizon, infinite she is;
She sprouts with spring and spreads with summer
And pours with rain and cools the summer.
She speaks with blue of the stretch of the sky,
She rolls with the waves sweeping over seas;
She swims with the magic of the fragrance of flowers;
She spells with the green Earth endows herself.
I find her lurking in all splendid things,
In all noble deeds, trusts and all human needs,
In love, gentle passions, in all lovely creations,
In truth, devotions and all wonders around us.
She is in heartbeats, in the life giving breath,
In the shine of eyes, in the warmth of smiles,
In joy and grief and needs and fulfillments;
She is my sense, thoughts, passions and soul.
The Sun and the Moon do rise and set every day,
But, she shines constant all along my life;
Seasons do change and ages bring changes,
In all, she alone forever keeps close to my life.
INNER LIGHT
An eternal lamp is lit in you,
It sheds the light of conscience;
Pure and glowing like the morning dew,
It awakens soul to the conscious world.
Focus your soul to its inner glow,
Listen to what the soul speaks to it;
What you hear is the right judgment;
Stick to it like life does to sunlight.
The light in you is gentle and bright,
Seek it, trace it and make it your own;
It sinks at ease in darkness around,
Waste not a minute, you deeply imbibe it.
Let the lamp be lit in dirtless oil,
You pour from within the spotless soul;
For, impurities spew black smoke outward
And blur sight and contaminate breath.
The eternal lamp that is lit in you
Sifts truths from the uncertainties in you;
Depend on it and protect it from all,
That is inner strength, that is your wealth.
The lamp within that lights your soul,
An immortal spark of the cosmic light,
That makes you, you, and a part of the cosmos;
Live it and partake in the cosmic thrust.
MYSTERIOUS WORLD
All over the horizons till eyes can reach
Wherever eyes sweep and hearts peep,
Unbound sufferings and pains keep;
Hunger, disease and uncertainties too deep
And the fear of life in midst of beasts
Make gentle life a living hell;
Why sour potions in the milk of life?
Why pains and pleasures live side by side?
Why grief in joy’s womb hides?
Why the wondrous creation and the gentle nature
Bear the faces of ugly strains?
Why vales and hills stand side by side,
Like light and shadow follow each other?
Pain and pleasure here coexist ever,
Grief and joy hug each other;
Is it how the mysterious world evolved,
Where hell and heaven ride together?
Love and beauty here in fear of doom
Wither souls from the natural bloom;
Here, beauty is not beauty, a shadow of ruins,
Here, love is not love, a fear of separation;
Nor innocence, innocence, a chance to ravage,
Nor pure joy, here joy, a foreboding of sorrow,
Rise and height, a sure sign of steep fall;
Are these the nature’s designs of balance,
Where neither good nor bad prevails forever?
Aye, why not only the good rule the world?
NO DOORS STOP HIM
Death is a monster of many faces,
He springs from thin air and strikes hard;
Death steals life from the front of all eyes;
No doors stop him, no locks sperre him,
No hue and cry ever restricts his move;
Like colossus he comes, like colossus he leaves
With precious lives he chose for himself;
No fear or love, no wavering for him.
He strikes like a whimper and leaves back thunder,
None ever had quenched his infinite hunger;
He moves in in silence and wipes off rich life,
Leaves back hopelessness amidst bereaved lives.
MY MORTAL EYES
How much I desire to take you in arms
And hold you tight to my yearning heart!
How much my eyes seek to see you as you are,
That brings back my joy, solace and comfort!
How much I desire to light your life,
And how much I desire to fill you with fragrance!
Tell me where you hide from my mortal eyes;
I reach far worlds and find you there.
RETURN OUR BYGONE DAYS
You came to us that day
To share our grief and joy of life;
Our hearts jumped and souls stirred
And made this world a very heaven;
Then we saw sheer joy in whatever we met.
Why you turned your back on us?
Why tracked back your path in haste
And let us sink in the gulf of grief?
We revolve around you in spite of all
And you do, we know, around us,
Waiting for the moment of meeting each other;
How long it would be, we know it not,
However long it be, we keep in wait;
Come soon and return our bygone days
Of joy and hope and unbound spirit;
Our hearts yearn, our souls wait
To take you in arms and hide in us;
Come, our darling, come dearest of all,
Blossom our hearts like never ever before.
YOU WILL COME BACK
My dear, when you came here,
I did ask why you came near,
For, your eager steps stirred me not then;
The distance you crossed indeed was long
Of faltering steps of love and smile;
You lighted my soul, stirred dreams,
Roused gentle streams of joy in heart
And sprouted new hopes of life as never;
I indeed found life then an aureate soft light.
Alas, all human joys are short lived;
Why you thought you were unwelcome here
And retracted the path back home?
Wherever you stray, you must come back
And grace the place where you now belong;
Come, dear love, and make this your home
And gladden my soul with your little ways.
WE WAIT
You showed like a shooting star and passed out,
And dazzled me awake from soporous state
To sink in darkness while passed out of sight.
I on the visible side of the world,
You hid in invisible side,
An impassable gulf separates us now,
This is how the destiny ordained it;
I wither, fade and fall out some day
And cross the gulf and reach your side;
Till then we wait with deep pain in heart.
IN MIDST OF YOUR SMILES
I know how hard you fought
And rose and fell with the cusps of fate
To reach all those who waited for you;
But you sank in the turbulent waves,
Never to rise and see us again.
I fell and rose always with you
And waited to grab when you surface again
And hide you in the deep crevices of my soul,
From where no odds snatch you from me;
But, alas, all of sudden, you stopped rising again.
Only if you rise to the surface once,
I never allow you to part again
And we rise and fall as one forever.
Life is a joy in midst of your smiles
And the world, a playground of contented souls;
But, alas, you just vanished from my world
And brought darkness and shattered my life;
The gulf, the fate laid is too wide for us
And your tender wings no more carry you across.
A WALL OF TIME
In the womb of deep slumber,
In the arms of unawareness,
Under the blanket of impregnable darkness,
You lie alone like the frozen hopes of a dying man,
Oblivious of the pain and grief doing riot,
Tired and eyes shut to the stabs of grief.
The bond of common pain binds us nearer;
I, on the visible side of the moon,
Find my pains stab in lunar rhythms,
While you, on the invisible side,
Hide from the stabs and wounds of grief
In the slow grind of the loneliness
And run with the time to far horizons.
I know, my cries never reach your ears,
A wall of time stands between us
And deepens our grief and common pain.
THE TRANSIENT WORLD
You brought thousand sparks of hopes and fears,
But left darkness while you moved to the wings
And showed how transient the cosmic play is!
Nothing is everlasting in this transient world,
Yet you would have waited a little while more;
For, who comes first must leave the stage first
And wait in queue till all in front left in turns;
But you jumped queue and left in unnatural haste
And left us to grope all life in darkness with grief.
A PASSING PHASE
Elusive is this world, all is a passing phase,
Neither you nor I, exception to this face;
I shut my eyes when you broke out and surfaced;
I offered not arms to take you to my fold,
I gave you not the joy of warmth and comfort
Of peace and solace of heart meeting heart;
Alas, when I realized all these, you were gone very far.
THE TOUCH OF SPRING
Winter yearns for the touch of spring,
Summer longs for rain-bearing clouds,
Tired body pines for eternal rest,
I for one seek the comfort you bring.
While you reach and touch, blossoms my life
And fills my world with colours and fragrance;
You lift my spirit from the dreary cold feel
And quench deep thirst of life meeting life.
I know, you lurk somewhere in horizon
With the warmth you bear always for me;
The gentle care you bear for me,
Let reach my soul and sprout back me to life.
