Tuesday, 27 February 2018

Radha's Confession



Radha ‘s confession.
O my Lord,
With you is my soul,
You are my goal,
You  are in my bosom,
I left my bosom in your kingdom.

I move like a corpse,
From one place to other,
measuring the time and the span,
counting my fingers and clasping your picture in my arms,
I seek your foot prints in my rhyme,
My pulse says I am thine.

You play holi with  your admirers,
 spray the water colors to your followers,
I adore your game,
Addicted to your musical frame,
Intoxicating is the spring wind,
Fascinating is spring when cuckoo sings,
Holi comes in season’s best,
I am devoted to you till I rest.

To be with you I crossed miles,
To be with you I ignored sarcastic lines,
You touched me with colors,
I am forever yours.



Monday, 26 February 2018

Radha To Krishna

Radha to Krishna
O my lord! Why you poured this color?
 Iam already drenched  in your color,
I am not me but soaked in blue,
 Except you I see no one in my view,
Your flute and you,  make me crazy,
I forget the whole and dance till I am dizzy,
The spring becomes  happy when  our feet swings
With the melodic breeze and with the
 harmonious raga of your  charming beat.

You are my passion ,you are my sensation,
You  and you rule in my thoughts,
 my bumps recognize your fragrance,
My skin is aware of  my red gloss,
When I am saturated in your rhyme,
These holi  colours you sprayed to me,
Are adding more pink to my spine.



Sunday, 25 February 2018

This is sad




It is  very awful
When I couldn’t see your foot steps in the sea shore,
At first I explore them in the bed of sands,
Then searched it among the blue oceanic giants,
From the roaring waves I tried to visualize your prints,
The dashing tides mocks at the rifts,
The sun too points out your absence from the cliff,  
The star studded sky denies about your existing spring,
You are to me ,my heart ,whose absence cripples me and
 emptiness  clings,
A deep vacuum pervades my senses,
Like a zombie I move crossing every hinges,
Struggling with your memory and it binges,   
Pinching me every moment that  you have slipped from every clutches.
This is so sad ,yet I have to bear the loses.




Saturday, 24 February 2018

The weapon



Silence is my weapon,
When you assessed me,
My words,
My works,
My personality,
I maintained silence,
Because I am hurt
.
I was abused ,
With no relevant cause,
With fault not much,
You weaved thoughts,
Which were purely yours,
No authenticity ,simply trash,
I preferred to keep silent,
You wounded me with your writings,
Projected me as a villain,

I still maintained silence,
Don’t take test to my silence,
Don’t force my silence to speak,
Don’t think me weak,
Don’t consider any lady cheap,
Don’t think you smart and others wreck.
Adoration ,devotion ,infatuation  are the three divine feelings,
Thoughts make them pure,
Thoughts make them impure.



Thursday, 22 February 2018

The Wind

The wind changed its direction,
The wind mill altered its perception,
Cloudy sky toils with the heavy dose of precipitation,
The parched earth is waiting for renovation,
The moisture clad air is moving with an intention,
Unperturbed ,unmoved ,untouched to every obstructions,
When the cliff blocks and hurts the gushing breeze,
The sensitive wind pours out its frustration,
The voice is bit loud ,pinching ,
Crying with desperation,
Hiding its soulful pathos behind the thunderous projection,
Each droplets bearing parable of emotion,
Each spark of lightening burns with passion,
Each thunder reveals the shivering sensation,
The wind ,though wounded ,
Unshaken and bold , flows towards its destination.



Wednesday, 21 February 2018

You taught me to love




1.
Your arrival created uproar in my chamber,
 Making me  numb,
From  the silence of night ,I could feel
Each organs of mine are in dancing mode,
I could sense their jubilant  ring tone,
Heart   beats  loud to louder,
Skin changes my bright tone to brighter,
Red blood vessels are running fast to faster,
Eyes stroll aimlessly on each streets ,each corners,
Each plains ,to cool its hunger.
2.

Moon is in slumber,
Probably want to remain aloof  from  all the situations,
Time to time ,my patience is trailing its extension,
I act as a maniac, I comprehend  its position,
Yet couldn’t control the palpitation,
So strong is the string of attachment,
My sleepless nights dream you,
My sunny days groove  you
 wanted to be with you, because,
You taught me  to be in love with you.




Monday, 19 February 2018

Hi ! Good Morning

When your message blinks Hi,
Blood flow reddens my face,
Brightens my eyes,
Hot flush rushes on my ribs,
Fast beats shoots my temperature high,
Shyly I wipe my cheek,
Then gently press the button to click,
The two adorable alphabets “hi” with a smile on my lips,
When your pictorial good morning message comes,
I search my previous message stuff,
Again to send ,the message befitting your image that crops,
In my smart phone,
I search for suitable lines,
Perfect pictures,
Lovely gestures,
Smiley ,songs to convey my feelings ,
When I see your like button,
I feel like flying in the meadows,
When I see your loving text gestures,
I feel I am no more here but in the paradise,
Dancing and singing with the fairies by my side.



Saturday, 17 February 2018

This is unusual



This is unusual
Yes this is unusual,
Two souls meet as casual,
Their bond slowly bloomed to special,
Though they appear two individuals,
Their hearts beeps  mutual,
They share,
They care,
They flare,
Endlessly,
With no reluctance,
With acceptance,
To respect each other,
To  watch each other,
To have trust for each other,
They now bother not for the cracks,
They now bother not for the hail storm,
They  are sure  of this specialty,
 Adores one another individuality,
Keeping no complexity,rather,
giving  freedom to groom this special bond with ample opportunity.


Thursday, 15 February 2018

My ink and its Lines



1.
My lines are alive,
Alive with your memories,
I sail through the waves of feelings,
Every time intense to more intensely,
Because you captured my soul,
And my breathe is near you,
 always reminds me,
  I am yours .

2.
When my heart sings,
My ink splits,
All the emotions that is carefully caged in my bosom,
When my ink dances,
It crosses the boundaries to touch you,
When my ink pens you,
I forget me ,just remember you,
When my pen shrieks,
It longs for you.



Tuesday, 13 February 2018

Dear Valentine


   
O my dear Valentine!
What have you  done ?
You left me with no choice,
 You made me live to hear your voice,
I have no options to be happy,
Without seeing your smiling beauty,
With you I live hundred lives,
With you I play  with stars,
Live in Moon, and sing in heaven,
Fairies envy ,yet we dance with pride.

For you I count seconds ,curse minutes ,abuse hours,
Keep waiting eagerly just to get your glance,
 For you  I am  possessive,
For you I am submissive,
For you I am passionate,
For you I am defensive,
Transformed to obsessive,
It may sounds thrash but this is real and the fact.






Monday, 12 February 2018

Red Spring


Red Spring
-1-
Spring,the seasonal queen,
Richest with nature’s bounty,
Sweetest weather induces  ripples to the quite,  
Creates poets and poetry to glorify its divine,
 Soothing is its melody,
Soothing is the breeze,
Soothing is from dawn to dusk,
Soothing is the crush and
Soothingly  lovers weave  verse,
Soothingly they   flaunt their emotion,
Through the beautiful red rose.
-2-
Red is the rose ,
red is the core,
Red lovers look ,
Red  the Sun looks when it blush,
Red is the sky when two hearts meet and they never want to say bye,
Red is their cheeks when their eyes meet and they see each other with no intention  to part,
Red is the  evening moon,
Because it is aware of  romance and flowers speak through their fragrance.
Red is the emotion which is filled with passion,
Red is the spring ,when lovers hum Valentine rhyme.






Sunday, 11 February 2018

To my valentine


To my Valentine..
When you say nothing ,
Your echo I hear ,
It  heals  my burn,
I feel sad for a second ,
then smile in the second turn,
It’s you   ,whose picture I see in the morning dew,
Fantasize and then  run to grab it in my pocket to feel you,
Even in  crowd  I listen your whisper,
Sense your breath,
Recognize your smile,
Distinguish you when you sigh,
Experience  your  aromatic presence,
Figure out your silence,
Try to understand you without giving me preference,
It’s all because I am dedicated to you, my Valentine.




Saturday, 10 February 2018

Self -invention

Self invention.
What I want to prove myself,
A perfectionist in each aspect,
A bundle of webbed prospect,
Vowed to the bunch of social respect,
Some sort of assertion ,
Some prohibition ,
some restriction,
To my expression ,
in order to prove me ,that I am perfect in every jurisdiction.
A self revelation, self assumption,
such redemption,
Revising myself in order to rediscover the potentials
Which submerged among the charms of the season’s rotation,
According to my changing scene of my character,
I mould my image to glorify my actions,
With a selfish motive,
to put my thumb impression to prove my perfection,but,
Rediscovering and reinventing helped me in order to,
Healing myself, dealing with thyself,{Almighty}
Creating a bond of uniqueness among our self,
Erases all the lines ,confirming me to stay contended in this art gallery.

Monday, 5 February 2018

My Feelings

My feelings for you is
Strange but true,
My blank spaces shriek for you,
It is you,
Whose alphabets sing and dance in my thoughts,
It is you,
Who sprayed dew ,brought rain, activated fountain,
In my inactive domicile,
I started feeling new,
Flying in high horizon,
Demanding like a child,
Jumping seeing your profile,
Wanted your attention all while,
Thinking you are only mine,
My ink is still dipped with your thoughts,
My dreams bear your spots,
Stars started calling me crazy,
and the Moon accepts me as his buddy,
my insanity was in heights,
When you robbed me,
When I am no more mine,
You left me …..
Crazy ,dizzy ,and I am waiting ,
For you in the dry meadows
sipping your memories as my wine.




Sunday, 4 February 2018

Our Relation




Little common and bit uncommon
Is our relation.
Little spicy and bit juicy ,
Is our connection,
Little softness and of course tenderness,
For each other  is the addition ,
 ties   us to the strong knot of affection,
Soul indentifies   and mind accepts ,
This  significant  ocean of emotion,
 we rear feelings with in us with adoration ,
An unique relation on the path of formation.




Friday, 2 February 2018

In Silence



In Silence..
In silence our story breathe,
In silence the blizzard  creeps,
In silence the breeze exchanges the notes of heart,
In silence we  see each other through  imaginative glance,
In silence ,we hear the buzz ,louder than hurricane,
Cooler  than icy stalk,
In silence ,we break the  bridge,
Running  on the stairs of heaven ,
Singing and dancing on the rhymes of Beethoven,
In silence ,we step to the Ocean of love,
Ride on the waves ,and sail as long as ocean stretch,
In silence, we reach  to the mountain peck,
Trek in clouds and float with the  dazzling celestial stiff,
Silent and silence is two portions of our story stuff.





Thursday, 1 February 2018

Red Moon.


Moon is red,
Recharged and refreshed ,
Looks more adorable ,beautiful ,
Desirable, reveling its beauty through its cool crimson blaze,   
It  may be the sign blush ,a matter of crush,
Towards some mysterious feminine touch,
May be the exchange of two glance,
Two pounding hearts dash ,creating ripples,
So the red dimples ,reflected  in its rays,
Maddening the crowd to visualise a very rare visage.