sacral nirvana

Quenching the thirst with aqua divine,
This romance has a seductive symphony,
The craving earth, for its joy of life,
Fusion of temptation, serenity.

The nature’s game, a beauteous sight,
This sacred ballad, this monsoon’s dance.
The cuckoo’s song, the gale’s flight
The drizzle’s whisper, the glee’s height.

Atmosphere of sacral nirvana, majestic delight.
Oblivion, surrender, ecstasy, eternity.
Passion, merry, dreams, plight,
Soul drenched in rain’s ministry…

The cryptic touch, this moment celestial,
To be lived forever, for the joy of life,
Quenching the thirst with aqua divine,
The craving earth, for its joy of life.

sacral nirvana

Quenching the thirst with aqua divine,
This romance has a seductive symphony,
The craving earth, for its joy of life,
Fusion of temptation, serenity.

The nature’s game, a beauteous sight,
This sacred ballad, this monsoon’s dance.
The cuckoo’s song, the gale’s flight
The drizzle’s whisper, the glee’s height.

Atmosphere of sacral nirvana, majestic delight.
Oblivion, surrender, ecstasy, eternity.
Passion, merry, dreams, plight,
Soul drenched in rain’s ministry…

The cryptic touch, this moment celestial,
To be lived forever, for the joy of life,
Quenching the thirst with aqua divine,
The craving earth, for its joy of life.

the night’s opera

Dark entities and images work an opera,
Secrets, denials play a magical symphony,
Past haunting the night; seductive aroma,
Ghost of time dissolves in mystery….

The dark entities don’t have any face,
They follow you up in the deadliest nights,
They don’t follow any time’s race
Clutch you where conscience bites,

They never live they never die,
They never break nor bleed,
Inculcate our veins, in sins’ cry,
In night’s grave they creep,

They are just but mythical outlines,
Somewhere shadows, somewhere memories,
The moments of failure, the moments of decline,
Somewhere remorse, somewhere queries,

Past haunting the night; seductive aroma,
Dark entities and images work an opera,
The curtain falls, they all dissolve,
To revive in next night’s saga

red—the only colour breathing

Haunting the border, the death’s shadow,
Red—the only color breathing,
Levitating crescent, a cry it follows,
Silence shivering, a secret, revealing.

A tale forgotten, a chapter closed,
Beneath the green flag, waving, hoisting,
A victory splendid, my grave will cite,
A soldier is dying, a glory shielding.

A thousand lives, yearns the dying heart,
Youths slayed on red earth, weeping, gleaming,
Haunting the border, the death’s shadow,
Red—the only color breathing.

i dream of a land

I dream of a land with religion humanity,
Life standing on pillars—peace, equality,
Every soul drenched in sense of liberty,
Calls, bells resounding God’s supremacy

I dream of a land, nymphs are the pride,
Every being, an emblem of glee,
Hearts filled with God, God dwelling in hearts,
Where nightingales sing, cuckoos lark,

I dream of a land with meadows green,
With silver sands, unfathomable seas,
Sparrows chirping in the dawn serene,
Beacons smiling at the morning breeze,

I dream of a land with seasons four,
Villages beaming in the harvest’s gold,
Sublime aims beaming in the night’s fall,
Rivers clad in moonlight’s pall,

I dream of a land with religion humanity,
Selfless service, divine tranquility,
Each path leading to a distinguished destiny,
Calls, bells, resounding God’s supremacy.