Mowgli

Dishearten Mowgli got back to the jungle,
As activities of a negligible few terrified his naive brain,
Shocked his innocent heart, shattered his expectations.
His encounter with some beastly and unemotional people,
Gave a bitter experience of the darker side of the society.

Supremacy race, ego-clash, greed, chauvinism prevalent in the society,
Hurt his soul as he was dreaming of a better picture of us.
Memories of love and care of his wolf parents Akela and Raksha,
Haunted him, as he did not get that affection here from anyone.
He missed friendship bond of Ballo(the bear), Bagheera (the black panther),
And Hathi(the elephant) all his stay in the society with strangers,
Because none knew the language he was used to in the jungle.
He was shocked to see Sher Khan(the lion), King Louie(the orangutan),
And Kali(the snake) present in the society in disguise of civilized men,
But he didn't notice the authorities and administrations curbing their act,
Law and judiciary assessing and punishing their misconducts.

Mowgli failed to visualize the pleasure and glamour of human life,
Peaceful coexistence of various tribes, unity at times of natural calamities,
And their concerns for the sufferers ignoring disparities.
He overlooked credibility of charitable and humanitarian organizations,
Like the UN, the WHO, the UNICEF, the UNESCO and many more.
He unnoticed charms of the Olympics, various other sports meets, 
Significance of science seminars, cultural gatherings and global health summits.

I trust my Mowgli will be back to the human society the day he will learn,
That life in jungle is no more than fight to survive and live for the day,
Whereas life here is civilized, varied, colorful, plentiful and enjoyable.
The day he will realize that affections of animals are less significant,
In compare to their inherent instincts of kill to survive.
He will be back that day, the day he will look up and positive,
Witness the stars, instead of looking down and seeing the mud.
He will be back with us the day he will recognize that, 
We are the best creation of God under the Sun.   

MY FATHER

That was an inauspicious winter morning thirty-seven years ago.
But for me it is only recent past as the events never fainted of my memory.

A car intervened my sight and stopped in front of my home,
While I was basking as well as studding on the courtyard,
Also thinking about visiting my ailing father in the hospital.
I was chalking out algebra, hence did not pay attention to the incident,
Also I was not expecting anyone to visit my place that morning.

But a loud wail distracted me and I peeped through the door,
 It was my mom, who was getting down from it crying,
I speculated the matter, rushed home without seeing who else was in the car,
 Spread myself on a bed crying aloud, as I was his darling son.
   
Ask him about the significance of the  term 'father' to understand my pain,
Who lost patronage and affection of his father in his childhood,
When he was yet to understand the meaning of life at the age of twelve,
When his shoulders were jerrybuilt to lift the burden of a household,
Along with the load of books to ensure a secured a  future for himself.

A bold revolutionary communist ended his glorious journey,
Inscribing his name in golden letters in the history of Indian freedom struggle,
After fighting and winning the prolonged armed war of freedom,
Against the British rulers and the native kings who supported them.

The schools in the periphery voluntarily declared leave for the day,
And arranged a vast procession of students and teachers in his respect,
From home to the funeral ground with flowers, drums and bands to pay their homage,
To their loved a freedom fighter, Sanskrit scholar, teacher and homeopath.

I was sitting still near his lifeless body until he was carried in the procession,
My eyes fixed on his earthen lamp lighted calm and contained face,
Mind got busy in imagining his hardships in guerrilla warfare in Nilagiri hills,
Risking and sacrificing the golden days of youth for our motherland.

I feel proud of him being his son, when I think about his not accepting,
The travel passes, the pensions, portfolios and privileges offered to him,
For his contributions towards the struggle of independence,
Saying, "I have not done this to enjoy the fruit,.it was my duty towards my mother"
That too when we were penniless as he had resigned from his private teaching job,
In order to serve my old and bedridden grand father.

Also his words I remembered and materialized in my life,
I don't know in to what extent, "Speak the truth, you will never need,
To remember what you said yesterday and will never be ashamed of that."

I must confess he was atheist only reading and writing patriotic songs,
But never forced anyone about it, never he interfered or argued or discouraged 
Belief, worship and rituals of my mother or of anyone else in the whole household,
If life be, hopefully be it like his, if death be today or tomorrow,be it like his.
   

ASYLUM

            I lost in the wilderness of her deep blue eyes,
                In her sweet, humble words of affection,
   Who when heard this says,"No, no its not me, don't blame me,
           I did nothing to to grip you in my enchantment."

    "Hey, who blames you? Only a foe blames and we are friends,
      Acquisition by no means has any place in a good friendship,
         You need to know the facts and I don't know to hide."

           She refuted,"Is it true, do you really..............."

       "Facts can only be right or wrong, never false or fake,
   I may be wrong, but my confession is true like my heartbeat, 
           Bright like sunlight, transparent like morning air."

         She paused for a moment and replied, "Lo, behold!
               But why did you do that? It is silly man!
           You want to cage a free birdie of the open air?
          Confine a bee to the charm of a particular flower?"

      "It's not done, rather happened the strong feelings for you,
      I know I am helpless, but its no silly to worship someone,
      You are no bee or a birdie, rather a love-thirsty soul as me,
       My heart is no cage, nor a flower, its rather a decent home,
               For your homeless, restless but beautiful heart,
                A soothing, pleasant, safe and secured asylum."  

THE DRAGON CLAW

People fight all their lives with enemies, adversities,
But outside their body, in the neighborhood, from the society.
On the contrary you waged a a long war against a foe, the cancer,
That is hiding in you, wants to beat you and devour you from inside.

Drop of bloods oozing out of your eyes in pain, drying up your cheeks,
All day and night when you are in sense and not in deep sleep.
Each moment you bleed with the bite of the dragon,
And feel thousand needles pinching your muscles..

But the next moment you come out victorious, 
Wander among pleasures of life, pursuit your missions
Because of your poetic soul, jaunty heart,and mighty willpower
 As well as good wishes of you near and dear ones.

The modern medical science being a child aged less than a century,
Is yet to master a weapon to defeat this ferocious enemy of mankind,
And is clueless and fails to trace its root or find the cause of its origin,
That engulfs many lives, at will, with ease these days.

But there are instances of wins and survivals, if others why not you?
I trust on God and His favorable wishes for you,
I rely on my tears and my sincere prayers for you,
 He is just testing your belief, trust,devotion and reliance on Him.

You know His healing capabilities and effecting miraculous magic,
Hence stay bold, calm and composed, continue your prayer,
Nothing is beyond His reach, He does everything for His devotees,
You are no less dear or less precious for Him, as you are for us.

You are not dangling at the edge of a cliff as you feel,
Rather in the mid of a nice, long pleasant path of your life,
It is just a rough patch, shadow of a floating cloud troubling you,
Hence no frustration, no weeping, no losing confidence either.

My sis I am confident, my heart says you will have the last laugh,
There is no might of that hellish element in front of His great stature.

TRUE TO YOU

You get ready to go away,
Giving no time to speak my heart out.
It always happens,

That you go away,
Showing an excuse,
Of work, hunger or of shower,
Many of them are with you ,
In your store "I am busy"  a new one,
To come out before I complete my words ,
Interrupting our love talk.
But I never mind them,
You are mine and why should I mind ?
The whole life is ahead,
To talk play and love,
For us the most devoted pairs of love.
I do not ever get exhaust,
Any time talking to you,
Through out  the night,
Sleepless without a blink in my eyes,
My tongue never get tired,
Or bored in sharing my heart with you.
You are the best person I meet,
I regard,love and worship
May be you do not know that,
But God knows I am true and honest to you.

YOUR OCEAN

  Oh! lovely onshore onlooker of my spectacle, come, be a part of me,
Enjoy the excitement and fun that I designed and kept in my store for thee.
       
     I am the Ocean, a store of sensation, thrill, fun and pleasure,
    All mental stuffs that everyone on earth crave for from life for sure.
  
Your covetous glance exposes your passion for my grandeur, my appeal;
Your vows to ride over my tide,desire to enjoy the awesome pleasure of a sail.
  
   I sense the urge in you to reach me, indulge in me, dissolve in my dream,
     The appetite in you to play in my green-heart, douse in my foam.

 You are scared of indeterminate probabilities, imaginary risk of a dip,
    Which are causing your hesitation, forbidding you from a leap.

You should never fear or worry, I am your kingdom and you are the ruler here,
   Be the master of your mood, play and sing as you please, as you desire.

 I smell a trepidation in you of desertion from the land and social associations,
 As well as feel your soft corners for the earthly abundant in your possession.

     You need to relinquish these fascinations and obligations from your mind,
        That you unwillingly nurtured for the dry land and the hot sand.

          There are beyond doubt galore, glamour on the shore,
          But of bricks, metals, machines, victuals and of papers.

          They may satisfy your physical and material essentials,
     But are incapable and insufficient to meet the thirst of your soul.

Sincerely and seriously, I am determined to satisfy and fulfill all your desires,
       Those you want and expect from me for your life and pleasure.

    Oh, beautiful, bountiful princess of the earth, my adorable sweetheart,
      I most desire and you most deserve to be glad, satisfied and perfect.    

THE OCEAN

Oh! Elegant, supple youth, evergreen princess of the earth,
See ocean,the prince of waters bows his emerald  head and welcomes you.

Constantly he craves to reach your feet, kiss them in respect,
Roars and sends his tides to invite you to his enchantment.

With glittering smiles and luring steps, you come close and he washes your feet,
Humbly as well as gently, he tries to pull you in to his affectionate cuddle.

But the more he gets close to exhibit his love for you; the more you retreat,
Against your spirit, hiding your keenness,overlooking your passion for him.

You hesitate despite sparks of longings in your eyes for a romance with him, 
May be you fear to be buried in his heart and be blamed for your silliness.

Human life is a precious, onetime but short-lived gift of God,
Hence, you have no time to be hesitant or perplexed in fulfilling your yearnings.

There should be no room for fear for anything or anyone any-day,
As like life, everything else is also under His control and at His disposal.

You have every right to laugh, play and enjoy every bit of it at your will,
Grip firmly and confidently the cord of your life in your own possession.

Or stay hesitant, let others master your days, decide your smiles and tears,
And remain in the mercy of others, block your own wishes the choice is yours.

The prince adores the princess of earth and persistently and honestly pursues his goal,
Of reaching her, touching her and wishing to make her happy in his loving cuddle forever.

THE STORM WIND

A drastic change became evident in that late summer noon,
As the sky exploded with an abrupt shower brought by a fiery storm,
Desirable but beyond expectations that untimely pour,
Made dramatic transformations in the atmosphere and in our lives.

The fragrance of the wet soil and cool breeze haunted my heart,
Grabbed me in its enchantment, made me feel younger,
I failed to resist the luring charm of getting wet in the long awaited rain,
Hence dared to venture in to the storm for excitement and sensation.

Pooja wanted to close the doors and windows, stay inside her silken drape,
To remain unaffected from the fury of the storm and its aftereffects.
I read her thirst for the allure of zephyr from behind her veil,
Hold her hand firmly but passionately and dragged her out of the rail.

I freed her from  her fear, dilemma and hesitation,
And her bleak emotions erupted from the depth of her heart.
The rain water washed away the vermilion of her forehead,
And painted rose on her pale but beautiful cheeks. 

Her aging youth suddenly sprung back to its spring,
The hard fence of her feminine defense succumbed in my arms,
She started humming along with the pour and the cold wind,
And demanding more and more drops of romance from me.

We enjoyed the fury's grace and got intoxicated with the musk breeze,
Got pleasure from the romance that we were deprived  from since long,
Pradipta thanks to the sky, the wind, the cloud that brought the rain,
And made two body features in to one loving mental unit. 

CONFUSION

You enthralled me with your grandeur, flamboyant personality and erotic eyes,
I bowed near your lovely expression, genuine approach and adored you,
You to acknowledged my feelings and reciprocated them without hesitation,
And we began to share and care our emotions and passions, tears and smiles.

But at times you behave as if I am a stranger or alien and you smell a threat from me,
Repudiate to recognize my words, digest my adjectives as if you don't know my language,
Want to impose some pre-perceived, preconceived notions in our relationship,
Wish to wire fence of irrelevant terms and conditions in love around ourselves.

Pradipta thinks you are immature, ignorant and thus confused in matters of love,
Maybe some fear,doubt, misconceptions creep into your mind,
Your woman ego, hatred for male chauvinism and superiority complex,
Stories of relationship related horrible incidents puts you back in your shell.

Fear, doubt, secrecy, cautiousness, calculations do not accompany love,
Harming, hurting, anger, violence are not characteristics of this great feelings,
Persons in love may have two physical identities but must have one mental unit, 
Hence shun chauvinism of any sorts, complex of any quality, ego of any magnitude.

My butterfly Pooja, you desire to fly around the whole garden as earlier,
Dance and play with the dancing flowers of all colors and textures,
But you should know most of the vases, the plants, the flowers in this garden,
Are artificial, moreover there might be flytrap plants waiting for an innocent you.

Love should not be compared  to the battle field of chess though,
You must know, we both are stranded in situation of mental stalemate,
In this game of chess or of love no moves left for both of us to go out and roam,
I will never spare my queen to stay in a game of love or chess, I would better resign! 

When the pretty feelings called love dominates our hearts, posses us,
It undermines the rest other petty things and reign over them at its will,
The cloud of confusion evaporates paving way for a clear sky of eternal ecstasy,
Leaving no room even for a needle to penetrate between the two souls. 
            

THE LOVE MESSENGER

You get angry with me,
Each time I talk to
How can we talk then ?
If you persist and we won't speak
How can we love ?
And fulfill the desire 
That in our heart we have?
In appeasing and convincing 
Days months will past
We will grow old
And pass away from  earth,
Without making love and having fun,
A fruitless life and charmless existing
It would become for both you and me.
From so far away
How can I sooth your heart ?
All by myself, I  think a lot over it
Throughout the sleepless night,
Invented a way to come out of this plight !

In the morning I call for,
The Wind to deliver the things,
For me as it only can reach thee.
I plead him to meet and touch your feet
Mildly coolly just for me
And request you for me humbly to spit out the anger,
That arouse last evening because of me.
Now that when you call me
"Anger has past with that night ,I sway
Now no obstruction on our Love's way"
I bow my head in thanks near the Wind.
"I am obliged my dear love messenger."I said.