the last page

the last page of my diary is left,
where are writen the birght days, nights that were wet,
and i want to write about my soul mate,
so innocent, so like a child, passed away,
i want to write her all the prayers and wishes,
ah! only the last page is left!

the last page of my diary is left,
and i want to write about my feelings,
the love that is lost, my misgivings,
what it meant to me, my pain, my fate anguish,
and i want to write a love story never writeen before,
ah! only the last page is left,

an ode to my teacher i want to write,
loaded words with gratitude waiting to be penned down,
support, grooming, encouragement, the pages marked red,
the chalks with that he used to hit on my head,
i want to pen down a gratitude, never writeen before,
ah! only the last page is left…

and i want to thank my mom and dad,
gave me life, spent the nights awake,
i m sorry for speaking loud to you, making you hurt,
you suffer my decisions, i make , yoiu go through the results,
i want to write what you mean to me,
sya my heart out like a daughter has never before..
ah! only the last page is left….

the misty windows, a child playing,
re-incarnated days of v\childhood and innocence,
whole world around you, all brilliant and innocent,
wish to pen down a poem for this radiant moment,
as you swing jowfully high in this air,
ah! only the last page is left….

i walk past the graveyard, the eeire silence, the solace,
a call for prayer while i stand in black sabbath,
heaven is there, hell is there, and I a prey to sinful aprehensions,
i want to write my remorse, my LOrd, forgive me….
a remorse never written before,
ah! only the last page is left…

don’t despair my friend, hope is there

“Faith, hope, goodwill–all are day dreams,”
“a fool’s paradise, false verbosity it seems”
“tracks are turbulent, life undestined,”
“fake anticipations, sound so high, sublime”
you say this and walk away my friend,
HAlt! I smirk at your naiveness,
closed eyes, see nothing, just darkness,
open thy eyes, this wolrd, so luminiscent,
replete with raptures and glee, brilliant and radiant,

we commit sins, and theres a call of prayer,
lamps lit up , and burn the insects,
still it lights up, the insects burn,
seasons go, and they return,
flower and leaves sprite up, and are withered and pale,
floral bracnhes, new green leaves are bred,
trust, hope, bind this world my friend,
a continuous , immortal process,,has no end,

storms approach, devastate nests and hives,
no blessings are scarce , but in this ife,
we see the quakes, we see debirs and remnants,
we see new houses, new habitants,
hijacked are planes, crashed the trains,
we see droughts, we see monson and rains,
process of nature knows no failure, my dear,
a single step, and gone are perils, fear,
still borns, and we see new angles the LOrd gives us,
He is all around,manifest we dont His manifestation divine,
infidels we are To His presence,
closed eyes see nothing, but darkness,
hope is light, faith thy strentgh,
just open your eyes, ponder my friend,
life is me , and you, everybody around,
see your complete self, see His presence…

words of my poems…

go my words, spell ur magic,some said, some written,
go farther and farther in the dreamlands and domains,
i burn a poem of mine, written in despair,
burn my sadness with you, turn it to ashes, smoke that dies in the air,

i throw a poem of mine in a waste paper basket,
to be accompanied by empty perfume bottles , out-of -vogue lipsticks,
and i throw my emotions, that hurt always,
take my emotions with you, go away!!

make a boat of paper, paper having my words,
sing my songs to sea men at the sails,
give them the courage, for the coast awaits,
sing them the songs, for the friends wait,

and i fold up my poem and mail it across,
and address to a girl whose love has gone,
replete words of love, she should read and re read,
no tears for this sweet girl, who waits with her dreams,

and i fold in a paper plane another poem of mine,
go with the winds, in the hands , child of nine,
doesnt know the games, wishes end up with sighs,
stays in this sun, for pennies and dimes,

disguise yourselves in a lullaby the words of my last poem,
in a wonderful tune that no one has heard,
make this child asleep, that lays in the mother’s lap,
take him to a land of bliss, to elfin lands

love

let me tell you about myself,
a feeling, a passion , every soul has,
i am attachment, affiliations, keenness,
a multidimensional, united religion of love,

i know no dogmas, no theologies,
infidel to every religion, no boudary of region,
i fly higher on altitudes and horizons,
i live in every wicket, every fountain,

and i fly away with winds,
intentions, temptations are my wings,
form of myself, a divine sheet,
covering the griefs, drawbacks, and sins

and i am superior to all visions,
pure of envy, lust , apprehensions,
quenching thrist of souls, either black or white,
like rain , falling on deserts and mountains…

and i am a tree standing in the sun,
home of birds, standing on my arms, these swings,
and listening to these sweet melodies i burn,
a moment of being close, and ask nothing in return,

like the water in lakes , oceans,
i keep flowing, unedning my navigation,
no racial difference for this supreme meditaion,
a tune on which every heart sings, no lyrics, no rythms….

no gain, no loss, just oblivion, no possession,
no ego ego, no selfishness,no obsession, no saturation,
a feeling of liberty, knows no obstacle, no hinderance,
like a saint, giving prayers for bliss of heaven

i want to live this moment forever!!

i pass these green fields, landscapes,
and the air is divine with the floral merry,
and this frankinsecse touches me, refreshes me,
i want to live this moment for ever!

and off goes the carriage on the winding ways,
and the angels in the state of prayer,
for the first time i see an angel reading this book,
and hands lifted up, seeking for good..
i want to live this moment forever!

and i want to live this moment for good,
lovely is the laughter of girls on brooks,
yearning for nirvana, with the ryhmes of these anklets,
the jingles of the bangles, hither and thither,
be blessed, nymphs of this vale,
i want to live this moment for ever!

the shy eyes, the beauty smiles,
and this tree knows the tales of our lives,
in these friends on the swings,
the bucket of the old well,
You and I, will be cherished,remembered,
i want to livbe this moment for ever!

and ode to simplicity i want to write,
the tunes of these ariels i want to pen down,
bending on my knees, i pray to LOrd of eveyone and mine,
bestowed has HE, upon me a heaven divine

black rose

the smoke in my room, the candle that has melted,
do you think its just the smoke,
you see the papers burning, call them old, useless,
do you see the words i burn, within myself, my misgivings,
you see the candle wax, you say my eyes are irritated,
do you see the night i spent weeping , bliss dead,
you tell me to take rest, close my eyes,
so alone i am, this eerie silence, my soul cries,
you say my room is dusty, my hair that is messed up,
see the dust in which i hide my agony,
see the longing for a lap to lay my head on,
see the longing for someone to caresese my hair to sleep,
you push the cutain , “let the light enter”
see the care inside me , invisible, too luminiscent,
you rub your hand there,”So much fog on the wickets”
blurd is the life i live, a person anonymous,
put on your perfume, look nice, you say,
the sun has set, its dark, horrible atmosphere around,
how many times i sink in my agony, that surrounds,
“no music you play, no tune you know”,
prelude to ecstasy dugged within, a long time ago,
a war within my self, thoughts, nebulous,
you call me sluggish, arrogant, sulky,
see for just a while, these emotions, ambiguous,
the smoke in my room, the canlde just melted,
a hearth within myself, myself , dreams fumed to ashes…

talking to a mythical image

where you disappear yourself, a fairy i am mad about,
an image in my mind, emerge into reality for God’s sake,
captivated are my thoughts, mingled are my words,
in a fix i am, remain silent, or should i say, it hurts,
ventriloquist are you, present like frankinsence,
i can feel you, i can sense you, your presence,
a distict wolrd you reside in, virtual and fragile,
and i am so aloof, meloncholic is my life,
seducting are you my senses, my souls, imagination,
or a wonderful parable, a dream, an apprehension,
every stone i see, every statue i touch,
i hear your voice within me, exuberent, yet so blurd,
feelings are mine magical,mystical, mythical,
and in a fraction it gets borken like a glass-crystal,
every word i read is you, every image in my mind is you,
every poem of mine is you,every paradoxical line is you,
transparent you are in this ethereal world,no picture of you i have,
i cannot portray you, emerge in this magical canvas i have,
see the pain within me, see the ecstasy within me,
now reigns nothingness here, solitude, and me,
an image in my mind, emerge into reality for God’s sake

recollections

two friends pass by me, holding hands, giggling,
recollections in my mind,i see you smiling,
your hand in mine, running away for miles,
running across the yards, scapes, meadows, the skies,
a mischcheivious twinkle in your eyes,,,,you droped your hand and ran away,
so intimate to me were you, i read your eyes, read what they say,
empty bottle of ink, nib of the pen broken,
“had so much work to do, i had forgotten”
your grimace, complaints”out of stock of papers”
“lame excuses, mere laziness, and now fables”
the same hands are here, and gone are you forgood,
inevitabel death took you away from me, had talked to you once beore it, wish i could,
pens and papers lie on the table, but no one to address,
an everlasting companion you gave me, incompletness, sadness,
a poet i am, loads of ink in stock,
this deadly silence palls me, flee from it , my heart and soul,
scapes and yards are there, stretchinf miles and miles,
but no complaints are there, no acts of mischief, no smiles….

lend your courtesy

come and dance with me, my dear friend,
join me with heart and soul, in this fairy land,
lend me your courtesy, let the air be divine,
let the passion begin, let this sky shine,
let the birds sing, cascade play the music,
let the nature itself direct the composition,
let the winds dance with us,
let the flowers be the spectators,
join with all heart and soul as the cuckoo sings,
let the nightingale sing its heart to you,
let the wind blow and touch the bells,
dance with all heart and soul on the jingles,
dance with me whole night,
dance on all the petals laid in thy path,
dance in this full moon..
dance with me whole night

prayer

see the pain in me, O lord of mine,
i shed my tears, praying and call you, in the hours divine,
life a path of griefs, palled by the eerie silence,
a magma that burns inside me and never erupts,
see the pain in me..O my lord..
forgive my sins, free me from this torturing agony,
where resides no hope, reigns meloncholy,
i m hollow, like a tree trunk,
my feelings are dead, my tears witness it,
give me a portion of bliss,,,o LORD of treasures endless,,
oyster not i am, the pain will come up in a pearl,
i cant endure it, and infidel i am,
tender age, fragile i am, standing within faith and hopelessness,
like an insect that dying in a flame lumiscent,
fiorm is the pain, like an emergent rock from exlposion,
waiting for thy mercy, like a desert for rain,
like a vale that moans for the rivers, changed their path,
totered i am like a kite in a shed,
shatered like a ship after tempest,
 a shadow no one sees in dark,
fill me with your mercy, my dear Lord,
see the pain in me, O Lord of mine