The Creator's Dream

The wind disturbed the slumbering waters
The day the oceans formed
When the Light Covered itself, with a blanket of holes
Into the night, the day transformed

From the ripened breasts of Mother Nature
Unto the hollows the nectar flowed
It hurried itself into the unfilled ways
The nectar as a whole the seas swallowed

The extremes of light and the depths of darkness
Were measured and on every inch, a color was formed
Dressing the horizon with its unique art
The marvel called Rainbow, the colors performed

Busy with so much to do,
Mother Nature left some tasks unfinished
The unfinished sculptures stood still and waiting,
as the Mountains, and the creation flourished

Tiny saplings spout up with a yawn
Stretching their little arms
The sky turned azure
To match the tender green charms

Everything was done
With an infant life’s scream
And the creation awakened,
From the creator’s Dream!

After My Gone…

Standing on the philosophical crossroads
A question struck my mind...
For, "What will Remain After my gone?"

Will stars stop shining?
Or will the sun never smile?
Will seasons change their nature?
Or will the sky mourn even for a while?

Will the time search for me
in its quite hours?
Or will the roses in my garden
Be devoid of showers?

Will the roads on which I walk
Miss me even for a day?
Or will the children forget to
Smile and play?

What shall remain is a lost identity
A few wet eyes with fading memories
A few unread books,
An un-used bike,
An Empty chair and a pen on the writing table
Awaiting to be held, unaware of my gone
The Life in its usual path
Will continue to go on

Still Moments

The sun peeped through the horizon
This morning
And like a dreamy night
My bachelorhood waved me a good bye
A new life stood knocking my door
And brought for me
A new world, a new light
A new rainbow spread across the vibrant sky

A day when the essence of living
I knew
Her gleeful smile tore
My blanket of childish disguise
Amidst the showers of blessings
And teasers from friends
I held her hand
While, contentment twinkled in her parents eyes

Her eyes, disclosed untold secrets
With tears of hope
For a better future with me,
Her pride in being called my wife.
As a friend, as a brother or
Just as a part in someone’s world,
I was until now
But never was I someone’s life

A still moment, so memorable
When our heartbeats stopped…
She put the ring into my finger
And crowned me the prince of her heart
Our unspoken lips made a promise
That from now, and forever,
Come what may
We shall never be apart.

Inspired Again!!

The day today began, with a newest form
Summer greeted, with kisses of the rain
The winter said goodbye with
Umbrellas and Raincoats out again

Gardens didn’t wake up today
Sunflowers stood like mourning soldiers
The nectar from above, filled the wounded streets
The splash made people shrug their shoulders

Little ones questioned,
“Where from the water came?”
And Wisdom began in wonder for them
For, The Sky and the Bathroom were not the same

It proved a blessing in disguise
For the drivers of the wheel
As the downpour gave a holy bath
To the polluted bodies made of steel

People flocked at the tea stalls
With cold lips, wanting a hot sip
The villainous weather foiled their plan
And offered them, only a cup of nip

Many cursed the dance of the weather
Some gave the sky a bizarre look
The females walked carefully!
Like the hunting steps the cats took

A person with a thoughtful pen
Received the warm greetings and the kiss of the Rain
The Umbrellas, the Raincoats and the canvas sky
And The Son of the Poetry was inspired again!

Only Human ?

He looked at the sun
And opened his mouth
As though he wanted the light of persistence

He stretched his arms
Towards the trunk of the tree
As though he needed the shade of acceptance

The smile he gave
To the normal world
As though he taught them, lessons of resistance

His language of signs
Was equal to all
As though he explained the divine essence

He did a silent prayer
He prayed for the sinful world
As though he set them free from sins and repentance

On the wheel chair
And then on the bed
As though his life knew no other sentence

With crooked hands
And twisted limbs
As though he was tangled in the web of mortal existence

“WHY?”, I asked the potter
“This mould of clay,”
“As though was sent here of a vengeance?”

He gestured to me
Through his blissful eyes
As though he belonged to the heavenly descendence

The potter replied
Sitting on the wheelchair
As though he reminded me of his omnipresence

The Child In Me

On the shores of memories, this morning
With me, my childhood walked along
Holding my hand, he smiled at me
And sang for me the long forgotten song

The worriless time of leisure
And the days of merry
The evening walks with grandpa
And grandma’s tales of the fairy

Those days of learning A, B, C
Struggling to count 1’s and 2’s
The innocent cheatings I did
In the games, I was about to loose

Waiting for the birthday
The pride in cutting the cake
Craze for chocolates and ice cream
Pleasing mama for the sake

Helping Dad with little things
Buttering him to by a BAT
Roar like a tiger in his absence
Before him, sit like a cat

At the sight of an airplane
My tiny eyes dreamt to fly
And Paper planes, as a result
Competed with them and flew High

Also the paper reminds me
Of boats in the rainy days
The shrill shouts of excitement
As they waded the streamy ways.

Why, what, where and How?
Stupid questions, flavored with innocence
Sparks of imagination, fuel of fantasy
Illogical conclusions of intelligent nonsense

I knew no meanings of words then,
Yet every expression was very true
Knowingly, today, I behave so different
Why? I my self have no clue

Here I am today, growling
With the pain of survival
Like a prisoner, I am
Facing the life’s bitter trial

Give me back, my time of leisure
Give me back my days of peace
Let me count the stars again
Let me run around the trees

Yes! I have left him far
Far as the horizon is, from the shore of the sea
Only Dull and helpless shouts I hear today
From the lonely and forgotten child in me

The Dove Of Peace

At the heavenly gate
A dove waited
With a bruised heart
With a question in it’s mind

I was caged,
From time unknown
Until those hands
Set me free

I enjoyed
My new found freedom
Flying high, touching the sky
I Gave hopes to millions

I could see
Again, children played
And women smiled
With out being afraid

I could find
Hugs and kisses
The color for love
Everywhere

Until one day
He shot me down
His hands pulled the trigger
The very hands that set me free

The bullet pierced my heart
But I still wondered
Why did he release me?
Then, why did he give hopes

My bruised heart spoke
“What about the children?”
“What about the women?”
“What about the mankind?”

God, opened the gates
“Welcome my Dove of peace”, he said
And took me in to his arms
And cured my wound

“My questions?” I said
To which he kept Mum
But his eyes spoke
With streams of tears

“My Child”, he said
I am the supreme
I have created HIM
As my own replica

BUT, today I Fail
to understand my creation
I, myself seek answers to the questions
That you have in your mind.

Torrid Adventure

Cuddled in the warmth of my arms
You stole a look at me
Fresh in your sleepy eyes, were
The memories of last night’s torrid adventure

You exposed yourself to me
And I offered my body to you
Lip locked we were all the time
With hands running all over, searching for the pleasure points

The softness of your lips
Ignited the desire and I responded
Your tender mourns, added the fuel
And put my soul on fire

The world was forgotten
The senses fell numb
Heat tearing the chilly winter night
The moment of love is all I remember

The purity in lust was known
The magic of touch we discovered
Our hearts, accompanied the mood
The brisk breaths, whispering lovely, sweet words

“Why does the morning come?” you said,
“To separate you from me?”
The torrid past night still remains
Like a dream, in your sleepy eyes

Saraswati

When the mighty winds of ignorance
Would shatter the windows of
My mind at peace
Come to my rescue ‘O’ Mother and
Set me free

When my senses begin to betray
And begin to drive me,
To an unknown shore
You would come and steer my boat
Towards the aim, in the disturbed sea

When serpents of lust and greed
Would spread their poisonous hood
And begin to poison me
Let me rest in they lap
Rest assured I will be

When scary dark nights
Seem to be endless and
Mark of light no where to see
Shoo away the ugly, restless bats hanging
To the branches of my mind’s tree

When cruel intentions would prey on me
Make me blind, deaf and dumb
Towards the light and the voice of truth
Pluck the strings of thy Veena and
Evil intentions would nothing but flee

‘O’ Dispeller of Evil, Giver of light
Repository of knowledge,
‘O’ Mother Bright

At the Fragrance of thy lotus feet

Heart and soul I surrender to thee
Heart and soul I surrender to thee,
‘O’ Mother Saraswati

A Saint Called "SAI"

Dressed like a fakir
He embodied the mortal coil
It was the divine soul that manifested
Like a sacred sapling in the dirty soil

Eyes, the witness of timeless time
Color, they derived from the infinite sky
Deep, as the depth of the ocean
Old, for numerous births have gone by

Magnificent forehead, covered by a cloth
Contained in it, the keys of salvation
Untidy robes and dirty hands
All bedecked with the dirt of creation

The striking posture, he sat in
Came from it, a splendid vibe
No wonder! A splendor like this
How can mere words in the language describe?

A depleted mosque, His abode
Seated in it, miracles he drew
Acting on the supreme command
Words he spoke, were always true

Ailments vanished just by his gaze
Diseases he cured by grinding wheat
Simplest of simple life he led, while
The riches of the world served his feet

“Dhuni” he called the scared fire
In it the sins of the world, he burnt
And the ashes were his blessings
To all his devotees, Illiterate or learnt

With faith and patience as his mantra
He produced the eternal light
In the gloomy, lightless worldly sky
Like a star he twinkled pure and bright

A promise he made to his world of devotees
“I would, always be alive.
My bones would speak from my tomb,
Towards the benefit of thee, my soul will always strive”

The almighty incarnate, a spiritual guru
The saint of Shridi, the uncrowned king of Dwarkamai
Omnipresent, omnipotent, even after his life
My devotion, my penance, my ever loving “Sai”

The Birth Of A Poem

A ripple was caused into the still lake of knowledge
The inspiration had thrown a stone
The ripples touched the shore
And drenched it with imagination and lore

The Subject stood Naked and Naïve,
Restless, like a hurrying stream
Like the lighting that slipped from the pocket of the sky
Brightening the horizon with its occasional gleam

The bag of emotions was then searched
To give the subject a proper name
Tangled in the web of vocabulary,
Nouns, Pronouns and Adjectives, all looked the same

The shades of slang, the Colors of Idiom
Nothing qualified to give it a word
The creator in me, created a new one
A careless thanks from the lingo was heard

Then there began a naughty strife
Words were the swords and rhymes became knives
The churning in the ocean of mind began
To portray a girl, a women, a mistress or a wife

Soon the dark clouds of turmoil had shed
And the creative light descended
With no malice, words came to the pen
In to a poem like this, the language ascended

With a sudden flash of wisdom
And a Poem was done
Everything inspires a poet
A pen in hand and heavens are won!!

Abominable Slumber

With a daring pace of the wind
She brought a backspin to my thoughts
The brutal kiss of the calamity left
An eccentric me with my eccentric rots

She brought along a bizarre scent
A thrilling touch followed
And into her lap all my senses went

The dare of the wind was filling my heart
The spin of the thoughts tore my soul apart
The lustrous kiss is all I remember
The night of calamity, the abominable slumber


P.S: Just a Metrical Expirement :)

The Daughter Of The Night

When the sun slumbered in to the deep
The dark night transcended with a moonlit cap
And light woke from a shadowy lap
She walked all alone over the streets
Drinking nectar from a tearful tap

Does she know her whereabouts?
Or do stars show her the way?
Pulling over a blanket of dismay,
She walked all alone over the streets
”Aimless stroll” the people say

A lonely walk into the darkness
Speaking to no one, not even to the self
Followed by her shadow, resembling an elf
She walked all alone over the streets
As if a philosopher exploring the true self

The moon looked to be her mirror
And Stars decked her long hair
The azure sky added the flair
She walked all alone over the streets
Offering the night, her painful elixir

All the night she stood at the end of the cliff
Gazing towards the Milky Way
And watched the hours of darkness play
The daybreak transformed her into an owl
Back in to the darkness she flew away

An unread book, an incomplete journey
An unfulfilled dream, a disconnected insight
Filled with darkness, yet so bright
An unsolved puzzle, a mystical bride
A soulful enigma, “the daughter of the Night”

Life !!!

Look at the matchbox
Contained in it are a few sticks
Which are meant to burn to ashes
A few sticks burn a little longer
And a few of them are exhausted early
No matter what, but every match has its chance
Time to burn and give light
A chance to make the world bright

Each match has to rub it head
On the rough side, ruthlessly
Only then it is enlightened else
It is thrown aside
Some sticks break, in the struggle
To get enlightened, some are never lit
And some get the light from a source
That is already bright

Life is like a match box
Where each stick is a character in life
All are capable and identical
But the efforts tend to vary
Some believe in waiting till the end
Some give up just like that
Some don’t give it a try
But, only a few brighten the dark sky

An Inspiration to a Poet

The time the leaf was born
From the branch of the Peepul tree
Had it any clue of
What it was going to be

It grew, playing with the branches
Their count nearing infinity
Nothing special it was, it was
Just one among the fraternity

Like a child it giggled, when
The rain drops touched its virgin skin
Looking towards the setting summer sun
It used to give it, a sheepish grin

The branches stretched with time
And took the leaf, way so high
Sometimes it looked as if, the
Leaf would get married to the sky

When the adolescent spring crept in
An innocent love took its place
In the heart of the young leaf
Amused with the winds mighty pace

A change in the weather would bring
Along with it, a new story
With the changing winds charming tune
The leaf would dance its way to glory

When the winds sung a silent tune
Leaf stirred as if singing in a choir
With the music of the storming Gail
It jumped like a raging flame of fire

Left and right it swung to the tune
As if drenched in a symphonic mood
It was passionately in love with the wind
No matter the wind was how rude

Unknown to the leave, the wind brought
With it, a ruthless slayer on day
A pebble was picked from the dust
For an innocent love to slay

The pebble hit its juvenile stem
And separated it from the branch
The leaf danced the last dance, the best of its life
It enjoyed its death before it touched the ranch

Its time now for another leaf, to dance
And let its dreams touch the sky
The dead leaf would lie in the dirt
With the dreams of love, Cold and Dry

But for me and for the rest of the world
The leaf isn’t dead yet
It’s breathing in my imagination
It has now become an inspiration to a poet

The Colors Of The Blind

Amidst the pain, I discovered
The color of Red
White reminds the flapping sound
The sound of flight, the doves take

Orange makes me feel warm
It’s SUN, the men say
Silence describes Blue for me
The quite hours I spend at the Lake

The garden means Green to me
The soft petals, the buzzing of bees
Brown makes me feel the Death
The crisp sound, dead leaves make

The colors are all sensations to me
But for one, that I can only see
It’s Black, the color of dark
Always in a trance but very much awake

Black, like the sound in the silence
Black resting under the shade of the tree
Light is just an illusion-
Close your eyes and darkness will be

Darkness is where everything is born
Darkness lives when everything is gone
My color of Knowledge, is ignorance to TheeBlack symbolizes life to me

Rebirth....

The rocks on the sea side
Are always in deep meditation

Absorbed in the divine
And happy with the fruition

A moment of love, the waves give them
The moment next, they are left alone

They have no temptation for the moment of love
They are drenched in the state they own

The rocks lie on the noisy end
But meditate on the calm with in

There persists inside a deathless chant
While the tides celebrate its proxy win

Day by day, they are brought closer
Closer to the aim, from the chosen path

Then there is a Spring tide, most awaited
To give them the holy bath

The luckiest one is taken inside, and it
Take its place into a silent womb

“HE” then throws it, out with a lagoon,
To an unknown shore, that’s yet to groom

A new meditation then begins
The deathless chant continues

With the sole aim of the supreme union
With more vigor and with less dues

Sunday Sunset

Sunday began to fade away
The sunset had robbed my smile
Tomorrow will bring again
A week long exile

Beauty will not be appreciated
Patience shall loose to time
Sleep will be fiction again
Leisure shall become a crime

Every hour is promptly accounted
But, none accounts the unlived life
Walking through the week is like,
A naked-foot walk, on the edge of a knife

I try to hold on to every passing minute
And, it feels like holding sand
The more I try holding it,
It slips away from my hand

The Night brings a transformation
And I become a computer geek
Stress, strain and may be a few bucks
This is all I expect out of the week

I accept my defeat at last
And a king becomes a slave
“For a living” they say!
But life befriends the grave

Then a thought comes to my mind
Easing a bit of the weekend pain
“Monday has to come,” it says,“for Sunday to come again!”

Its We !!!

Time is as it was always
It’s we who change and blame the time

Ambitions were always standing where they stood
It’s we who dream by the night and forget by the day

Dawn is never afraid of light
It’s we who lock ourselves into a dark room

Relationships are as tender as the roses
It’s we who touch thorns and quetch

Life is as colorful as ever
It’s we who wear a different spectacle and complain

God is always in love with us
It’s we who hide our true self from him

Another Day Without You !

It was another day with out you
The beach, I knew was never so calm
Not finding you, the shells lost their charm
I felt alone when I walked on the sand
Alone were my footprints on the wet ocean land

I saw the statues made of clay
As if they said they would never play
The birds did not chirp and winds did not speak
The grass was dull with no mist on their peek

The roses seemed to confess
And butterflies were colorless
Minutes started to fall like dead leaves from a branch
The sky was lifeless and the clouds were blanch

The piano sang a sad song
Drives with out you were quiet and long
The mountains looked for you the other side
The sun searched with his eyes open wide

The doves looked at me with such a pity
Knowing your address they would fly across the city
The shadows of the evening followed me like a ghost
My loneliness at night was my only host

I lay on the bed remembering you
Remembering your words, old and new
I had no dreams for you weren’t there beside
The moon hailed from the window and I had no place to hide

At the midnight as the clock struck twelve
Unwillingly crept a new day, cursing it self
Nothing seemed alive and the world was blue
Tomorrow was dark and the future had no clue
It was just another day with out you

Mother

With Eyes brimming mercy
She sees me every day
Her sugary words and the healing touch
Then to an unseen God, why do I pray?

She made me walk, she made me crawl
She cheers me up with her simple talk
With showers of love she blesses my way
Then to an unspoken God, why do I pray?

Her heart pumps at my smallest defeat
A touch of her makes worries fleet
Tired with the world and the naughty fray
Than to an untouched God, Why do I pray?

“Mother” not just a word, but a world with in
The women, the inspiration, who makes me win
I bow NOT to the entities of stone or clay
To “The Mother “, my God,
I always bow, I always pray

Be Mine ...

I realized stars do shine...
Only after, I saw your gorgeous smile.

I felt the Ocean is really deep...
When I knew your Heart & the dreams u keep.

I found that flames really burn...
The touch of your lips made me learn.

The Music I thought I never found...
It’s in your hair, that make a silent sound.

I wonder why, the butterflies bother you a lot
You got the fragrance more than what the roses have got

From the starting of this world to the Eternity,
I wish u always stay in my lifeMake it beautiful as ever & forever Be Mine

Beautiful Eyes

A Beautiful world, I see in your Eyes
Everything I find, a lovely day and a wonderful Night
There are clouds, with showers of love
And there are stars all above
A garden, I find, full of flowers, butterflies and bees
There are fruits of my dreams blooming on the trees
There is a sun shining so bright
Turning my life from darkness to light
Not even in heaven I wish to go, after my life
I wanna stay in these beautiful Eyes