My desires...

My desires are many.
My cries are pitiful.
Thou had kept me,
untouched by fame and glory,
unknown to achievement ans success.

Thou had saved me
by hard refusals.
By your cold mercy,
thou had saved me
from pity desires and passion.

When I research for my
goal of life fervently.
Thou had hidden it from me,
when I had cried for
all my lost passion and love.
Thou had hidden thyself from me.

Day by day thou had made me
worthy of thy full acceptance
by refusing me ever and anon
saving me from perils of weak uncertain desire.

My songs to God

The song I came to sing
remain unsung to this day
Till now I have been stringing
and unstringing my instrument

The words are not set right
rhyme is not perfect
But there is only this agony
of wishing in my heart

I have not seen his face
Nor have I listened to his voice
I have only heard his gentle
footstep from my front door

I live in the hope of meeting him
but this meeting is not yet.


The painting is one of Ravivarma.This painting inspired me to write this poem.

My songs has dropped her ornaments...

My song has dropped her ornaments
Lest they could mar our union
They could come between us
Their jingling could drown Thy whispers

My song has dropped her pride
Lest they could break or connection
They could separate us
Their treads could corrode our harmony

My song has dropped her hatred
Lest they could move between us
And form a great wall
Their presence could hide your love

Pluck this little flower.delay not.

Pluck this little flower.delay not.
I am afraid lest,it may droop into dust
not seen Thy feet
where lives the poorest, lowliest and the lost.

Pluck this little flower.delay not
I may not find a place in His garland
I am afraid lest.The day may end unaware
Offering time may go by.

Pluck this little flower.delay not
I am afraid lest,it may fade
unto ignorance and negligance
Let it touch your feet

Pluck this little flower.delay not
I am afraid lest,its fragrance may escape
without tasting
your fragrance of love

Pluck this little flower
while there is time.

I know not...

I know not, how to sing.
But I had ever amused
at your light of music
that illuminates the world.

I know not, how to dance
But I am stunned
at your choreographed
dance of life.

I know not, how to write
But you guided me
scribbling out my thought
on a paper mortal as mine.

Thy music breaks through the rocks
Thy dance baffles me
Thy thoughts fills my soul
My soul longs to join
Thy song, dance and thoughts.

Leave me not
For I am lost away from you.
Away from your sight
My heart knows no rest and respite.

On the seashore of endless worlds

On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.
The infinite shy is motionless overhead
and the restless water is boisterous.
Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.

They build their houses with empty shells.
With worn withered leaves they weave their boats
and smilingly float them on the vast deep.
Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.

They know not how to swim,
they seek no hidden treasures,
they know not how to cast nets.
they just gather pebbles and scatter them again.
Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.

The sea surges up with laughter
and pale gleams the smile of the sea beach.
Death dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the children.
Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.

The sea plays with children .
plundering and flooding their castles,
and pale gleams the smile of the sea beach.
On the seashore of the endless worlds children meet.

Tempest roams in the pathless sky,
ships get wrecked in the trackless water,
death is aboard and children play.
On the seashore of endless worlds is the greatest meeting of children

I adopted the some lines from gitanjali..

A Tree's dance

When the sky opens
 his shower,
trees dances
 to his roar and light,
washes her dusts and sins
in the heavenly shower,
she dances and dances,
finally exhausted
she fell down
on her knees
tired of love,
separation
and excitement.
To ease her,
he stopped his
shower of dews
and showered
showers of light and hope
For her to continue living....

Mountains

He had the courage
to raise among his equal plains
towards sky
and towards glory.
There he sits majestic
as always
in his eternal chair
watching over the plains
with wisdom unknown
to mankind.
The monsoons
pays their obeisances
prays on their knees.
His observation omnifold,
His inquest everywhere.

I took this shot from my house terrace..:)

My musings.....

Somethings fly
birds, hours, joy
Somethings stay
mountains, grief, eternity
But they all take some rest
to continue
henceforth.

Dawn

Not knowing when the dawn will come
I could open all doors and windows
they come unwarned,
noiselessly they creep
and fill the darkness around and me.

Breathe my words...

It's hard to write
It's hard to scribble
It's hard even to squiggle
when no one understands
when no one comprehends
when no one hears my words cries
when no one perceives my squiggle's griefs
when no one minds my scribble's wails.
But my words have to live
and survive and breed
so breathe My words..

Breathe and show your power
to the world that glower
at your sight.
Breathe and show your vigor
to the world that jeer
at your abilities
Break your silence and Breathe
my dear words

Thank God it's not ME.

The man with no eyes
walks up and down confidently
the train and bus stops
begging for money.
walks guided only
by a mere white stick.
Yet people try to ignore him
people, who are not even confident
to walk with stained cloths.

The child on the street
wrapped up with dirt
with smile so sad
has been mistreated to a hell lot
scrambling for coins
dropped near them.
Bravely asking aloud.
For money they live
a life filled with mistreat and abuse.

A man with one or two limbs lost
ambles differently through the indifferent crowd
sits quietly by the side
Praying someone takes pity
hoping that somebody cares
Trying to make a living
From the kindness of passers-by
Yet nobody sees him
or the tear in his eyes.

What kind of world we live in?
They can't eat without begging
we don't even bother
to ask their story
how they end up there?
But we effectively
avoid them
shun them
and uncomfortably walk past them
Thanking God it's not ME

Someday....

Some day I will see you and not your image
Someday I will see your face not your mask
Someday I will see the truth not it's wrappings
Someday I will see the picture and not the pieces.

Someday I will feel the hope and not its hallucination
Someday I will feel your aura not just your presence
Someday I will feel your love not its imitation
Someday I will feel happiness not its illusion.

Someday I will hear your silence not your noise
Someday I will hear your thoughts not the altered words
Someday I will hear your voice not just sound
Someday I will hear your song not the humming.

One day I will see the path and not the mirage.

Dance there upon the shore..

Dance there upon the shore
What do you have to care?
For rushing water?
or the roaring wind?

With the hair drenched by salt water.
covered by sands from the castles built
with friends and kins,
dance there upon the shore
What do you have to worry about?
For the castle plundered by the sea?
For the efforts gone in vain.

For you don't know about
the fool's triumph
shattered dreams
lost love
betrayal of a close one
Dance there upon the shore.
what do you have to worry about?
what do you have to care for?

My Musings..

Does clarity and sanity
really exists?

Is it only with wise and fools?
Is it not for the lost?

What is clear and sane
to someone
touched by a different light?
heard a different tune?

What's the answer
when the spotlight
points to different direction?
meanwhile it is impossible to see..

Life flows....

Life flows as a river through the hills
slowly as ever,
tranquil as ever.
Sometimes rocks placed on the path,
sometimes contracts in the course,
it falls and flows
and falls and flows.

Sometimes  have time to enjoy the winds that touches
Sometimes fall hard on the rock and cry
as a river our life flows
our love flows
our hope flows

For years it has flowed.
Flowed towards uncertainity
have no choice
except to bare the current
Don't know when the end will come?
what the end would be?

We flow....
Our hope continues to flow...
Our life continues to flow...
Our love continues to flow...
as a river through the hills.

Forgotten.

I have forgotten how it feels
to walk down the road of wonder.

All my fragile dreams lay shattered
glittering the path.

All my happy memories lay faded
as old photos.

Always waiting for a breath of life
for which I could no longer wait.

The empty words of tomorrow
are forgotten in the wind.

I have forgotten how it feels
 to walk down the road to wonder.

All I have become nothing
but a lifeless flesh and bone.

But still this cursed soul
does nothing but this cursed wait.

The universe, I had once
filled with life and colour.

Now I am a mere mortal
every thought heavy on my soul.

I have forgotten how it feels
 to walk down the road to wonder.

Once upon a time..

Once upon a time there was a girl
who thought she was invincible,
unbreakable,invulnerable.

She tried to hold her breath
under water, not  because she could
but because she trusted the water.
She trusted that the water could help her breathe.

She tried jumping from the tree,
not because she could fly,but
Because she trusted the ground
too much. Believed that it could
break her fall.

She used to run her fingers through
fire.She knows she would get burned,
but always half expected that the fire
could not burn her.

She loved the world too much
and thought the world too loved her so much
Didn't expect that it didn't love her at least
half as she did.

She used to go to a lonely place
and shout and scream and cry.
Sometimes with silent screams
sometimes with smiles
mostly with thoughts.

She was so engrossed with the screams and thoughts
and she forgot to check
whether the world listens
whether the thoughts and energy
is worth the spent.

It doesn't matter whether she is right or not.It is what she believes in..

With TIME......

Day and night
through out my life
You abuse me,
stalk me,
force me.

Had many a contest
with you,
who runs faster?
who is quicker?
Who disregards the other more?

Obviously,
you always win.
Time-
You have got all the time you need

Gave in finally,
I tried to hold your hand.
To cherish a moment.
But you slipped through my fingers.

The nature's song

Shut your ears if you want
Close your eyes if you want
Tie yourself to your possessions
Chain yourself to your mundaness

For beyound the freedom and illusion
the nature writes poetry
She sings many a beautiful melody
The best music man has never heard.

Hope that you don't read her verses
Hope that you don't listen to her
pastel tunes
For it is easy for you to fall into her trap
Then no one can hold your strap.

So chain yourself to easy slavery of mundanity
So you can free yourself from freedom
so loose yourself from the bending
that tells you to listen to her strumming

The safest keep
is the one the prisioner disbelieves.