WOMEN

 We all are women, you, me, he she and they all of us,

 Like floras and faunas, mountains and rivers,

 The moon, the sun, the whole universe,

 Except some structural difference, biological variation,

 We are all part of the nature, His feminine creation.

 Unwrap the cover of this biological portion, this structural variation,

 Which is subject to childhood, youth, old age and decay,

 Which is subject to happiness, sorrow, greed, jealousy, anger,

 The same soul will come out naked in all of us.

  Identify it with gender, caste, color, nation, religion,

  Is it confined to any? Certainly not, no structure, no texture.

  

  The only male is the creator, Krishna who inserted soul in the nature,

  Who created a woman through another woman.

  Lo behold do you think I am propagating an ism?

  No, not all I am no fool to make difference in souls,

  I am no ignorant to see a difference in their beliefs, worships,

  They are fit and fine there wherever and however they are.

  

   Religions, cults, beliefs are like rivers reaching ocean,

  The ocean named supreme soul, Paramatma, God, Allah, 

  Name Him as you wish, worship Him as you please,

   Sail your way through any river, as you like,

   No silly conflict about it, no beastly fight about it,

  You will reach the ocean one day and will meet all women there,

   More significantly, you will see the master there,

  In His harem, the harem of souls, all women, that's the truth.

 Accepting the facts that He is your ultimate destination, only love,

  Why not to love Him now, on your way through to Him?

Love Him like you love your beloved, with all your heart.

Thorn

I intended to hand you over a rose,
Believe me, I don't know how a thorn pierced into your heart.

THE MOON AND ITS EARTH

The moon vowed to revolve around the earth and part his light,

Of cooling sensation with her unstopped all throughout the night.

For both of them, it was fun making, merry going and exciting ways,

Until all on a sudden, the she rudely ordered him to go out of her sky.

She told him to stop travelling, set early and go out that night,

Maybe too much drizzle of light dazzled and disturbed her sight.

Maybe she is so great and enriched of many artificial luminaries,

And was confident of not feeling his absence at least for some centuries.

Maybe artificial illuminations lured her to brief allure, untrue enthrallment,

Her being so naive, ingenue rely and follow them for more enchantment.

But being her only moon how he could have gone out of her life, outright,

The string of gravitational force of love holds him with her tight.

He knows, he parts his lights, buoyancy, emotions only with her,

And cannot be disloyal, disrespectful by doing that to another.

Natural light, true love cannot have an alternative, a changeover,

Therefore, he cannot desert her in their company, reliance forever.

He knows she could not be away for long and ignore forever his thing,

As well as his sincere, selfless contribution, honest and great offerings.

Moreover, he trusts when he is in truth, divinity and purity of love,

Sooner or later, she will understand his worth and the significance he deserves.

Hence, he stayed unmoved behind the cloud waiting for her disillusionment,

Until she invited greeted him with more vigorous love and allurement.

Neither true love goes out of mind nor did lovers quit loving on being out of sight,

Momentary aloofness intensified the love and passion for each other in their hearts.

THE BEST CREATION

With much enthusiasm, deep passion, I assembled all colors,

And tried to paint a portrait of my princess on a paper,

But the canvas was too petty a thing to contain her grandeur,

Moreover, to rake up her beauty and radiance the colors lack caliber.

I searched dictionaries, encyclopedias and in all possible counters,

To pick adjectives to narrate her quality, relate her nature,

But no language contains enough of them to befit my lover,

 And satisfy my thirst of rhapsodizing what I witness in her.

I tested each musical instrument to match her utter,

Failing to find equivalent in them, I probe into the nature,

But no species or inanimate possesses that sweetness, that enamor,

As melodious, thrilling and unique as in the ruler of my heart feature.

Maybe god the magician has used his entire mind, might at leisure,

To produce the best art in order to establish his creative power,

Or was in a mood to appease and impress his eternal uxor,

And must be convinced and confident that she is the best of his atelier.

I know I am not a poet, not an artist not knowledgeable enough either,

And so is none on earth worthy and capable enough to appreciate her,

Nothing on earth is at par with her altitude in nature, caliber and texture,

As she is the best woman, a unique and unrepeatable act of the creator.

RAKHI, the bond of love

Immortal Yamuna waits for her mighty brother Yama this day once a year,
To get together and tie on his hand a Rakhi, the sacred colorful woven fiber.

Maa Laxmi made Bali a brother to free Vishnu from being captivated in His own boon forever,
Draupadi tied a piece of cloth on the wounded hand of Krishna that made him her brother.

Commemorating those mythological happenings, corroborating the bond of affection,
Sisters tie rakhi on the wrists of their brothers as a bond of love as well as protection
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With much enthusiasm, immense emotions they pre-plan  this day to be together,
To share their heart, make merry, remind their pleasant past and chalk out their future.

She desires success, growth, prosperity and good health for him, holds him in her prayer,
Smiles with his pleasure, cries in his pain, feels lifted in his success, downcast in his failure.

Pradipta on this great occasion, have a wish, a demand, an oath from all brothers,

Treat other women with the same affection and respect as you give to your own sister.

Before falling prey to beastly instincts and sabotaging a life, close your eyes and thank God,

That He had made you human and not a slave of body but a master of a beautiful mind.

Before doing down in your character, get up to see the pleasure of respecting someone,

And getting respect, applaud, trust of the society, huge mental satisfaction in return.

The period and volume of pleasure one get out of inflicting pain or sorrow to others is small,

Whereas the curse of a soul, the sufferings for such misdeeds, inhuman acts, sins is ample

Doing a favor to someone, causing a smile on a face gives infinite pleasure and satisfaction

Every offence has a punishment, good deed a reward, I leave it on you what you wish to earn. 

UNARGUABLE

                              How can I answer the questions my flower asks me?
                                  "Why I like her color, texture and odor?
                                 Why my smiles and tears whirl around her?
                                                     Why I love her?"

                                     How is the question of my cloud for me?
                                        "Why her rainwater wets my eyes?
                                          Why when she is dry, I become shy?
                                                       Why for her I cry?"

                                   How could I reply to the queries of my moon?
                               "Why my heart vibrates with the approach of night?
                                    Why her smooth, cool light soothes my spirit?
                                                    Why to her I appreciate?"

                                     I know questions may not be the perfect response,
                                     However, I rely on them to give her some evidence.

                                      "Oh flower, can you stop spreading your scent?
                                        Also not allow your beauty to reach  my sight?"

                                 "Oh cloud can your water be devoid of cooling sensation?
                                And can you stop them from igniting the fire of my emotions?"

                                      "Oh moon, can your light be not alluringly pleasant?
                                And can you prevent them from streaming into my segment?"

                       I admit I can not justify or prove my devotion and obsession for you,
                            But it is there and will be there and it will always remain true.
                        Feelings, emotions, vibration of our hearts are natural and spontaneous,
                          They are mutual, co-related, unarguable and beyond the control of us.
                     If still unsatisfied, ask God why he made my heart so sensitive and so soft,
                    And you so attractive, generous, amicable, humble, classy perfect and great.   

THE PEACOCK DANCE

Mid-rainy season jungle washed in green is looking bountiful and youthful,
Wet leaves, fragrance and beauty of flowers are making the air racy and colorful.

Shrubs spring up like perfunctorily sprouted beards of a penurious old man,
It is as if the floras are competing with each other to reach the heaven.

The roof of the jungle is shadowed by the dread dark clouds,
Even in this midday it seems the evening has already approached.

Through the fissures of the roof of the trees filtering little droplets of rain water,
Reaching the shed leaves on the ground they echo pitter-patter pitter-patter.

Tweeters of birds are showing their restlessness on being wet in the shower,
Intermittent fierce sounds of wild animals is creating horrifying silence all over.

The love-thirsty peacock is neither worried nor distracted by these alarming peals,
A heart laden with the desire of love and romance neglect and ignores such obstacles. 

He recognizes the murmuring sound coming out of the cluster of the bushes,
Where a fascinated peahen, is sole goal is waiting in hiding to witness his dashes.

More beauteous than his female counterpart, he is inebriated by this much awaited rain,
And wishes to impress and seduce her through his dance, noises for a love-union.

He lifts, spreads and vibrates his fancy tail feathers fast and furious with huge rustling sound,
Gives loud and raucous voice to his call while tapping ferociously his feet on the ground.

His iridescent blue feathers of neck and sumptuous black feathers of his crown,
Quivering of the colorful eye-spots all are meant to entice the peahen. 

As an encouragement the sky begins to beat the drums of its thunder,
And lighten the arena with lightning to glorify and beautify the caper.

His eyes begins to overflow with tears, maybe that is a part of his feat,
She comes out of the hidings and starts to drink them and fulfill her thirst.

Tears too can bring happiness though incongruous and unbelievable to hear,
But its a fact that is evident and proven in case of this peahen here.

The atmosphere get electrified with the hissing sound of the pair,
Its excitement, enjoyment, rejoicing , dancing, romancing all over here.

The courtship dance ended with the loss of gorgeous tail feathers for him,
Instead it give delight of putting foundation of a new generation for both of them.

FUN ASPECT

I am a beautiful flower at your service in your vase,
Hold me in your hand, enjoy my beauty, feel my softness,
Inhale my fragrance, put me in your lock my empress,
My origin, existence, entity is all for your highness,
In my tiny life I get your intimacy, that is my privilege my happiness.

In your couch, under your ownership I am a rubber ball,
Soft as sponge, elastic as spring, lighter than cotton-wool, 
Hit me, kick me, toss me to the sky, play with me as you feel,
I am not going to hit you back, harm you or cause you ail,
Rather I will bounce with pleasure I assure in your deal.

I am an adorable teddy-bear present for your ease,
Push my nose, pull my ear or punch my stomach as you please,
Hold me tight, kiss me all over or throw me into the breeze,
Keep me in your lap for warm or comfort I am free of lease,
Do whatsoever you want to do with me I will not mind these.

I am a recently manufactured lilliputian puppet you see,
Having the robotics designed for your pleasure  in me,
Charge my cell to launch me to act and insert the key,
I will smile,clap, sing, dance, jump,talk and blink for thee,
Your pride, neighbor's envy I am your care-worthy. 

I am an ultramodern android phone in your kit,
Open any channel, demand any entertainment as you want,
Solve your query, flourish nourishing your knowledge haunt,
Take your specs, move to messenger and chat your heart,
I will never disclose anything as I am your personal estate.

I am a lifetime achievement of your reign, hence rule over me,
Be free, frank, fare, fearless, friendly that much I expect from thee,
At least don't be cautious, dubious, worrying, distressing about me,
I am wholesomely yours, wholeheartedly yours, solemnly yours,
If you still can't love me, then regard me as a fun aspect of life of yours. 

REDEFINE

You need to redefine love,
As in it you search a beneficial end,
Whereas it has nothing to do with a dividend,
Rather it is a divine and painfully pleasant errand,
Truth, trust, openness and selflessness are its friend.

You need to redefine friendship,
As you think your true friends are your appreciators,
Whereas a true friend is a sincere and univocal well wisher 
Who silently praises but openly criticizes on your feature.
About endangering relationships and outcomes he never bothers.

You need to redefine happiness,
As you search them in sensuous and earthly matters,
Whereas it lives in your containment and is no outsider,
You should search it in your own heart which is its shelter,
It increases each time when with others you share.

You need to redefine truth,
All that you witness or feel are true and genuine is your assumption, recognition,
Whereas not all those glitter are gold: there can be delusions, fabrications,
Moreover, truth never needs a mirror or canvass for its validation, exposition,
Its an inextinguishable fire that can't be hidden or suppressed by misrepresentation, prevarication. 

You need to redefine lie,
As you think one can hide a malicious intention behind it easily,
You believe with its assistance you can get away winning a goal successfully,
Temporarily a lie may succeed but it will be exposing at the end definitely,
When you lie, you prepare for another one to cover the first one unwillingly but forcefully.

You need to redefine God,
As to meet and appease Him in a place of worship you regularly visit,
And you dare to give Him offerings of earthly and  transitory objects,
What are yours and not His, except your devotion, qualities, humanity and heart?
He expects your devotion, honest social approaches, good deeds and pious thoughts.

When you redefine all these successfully and mend yourself accordingly,
Then come to me your friend, your love will embrace you wholeheartedly,
He will guide you to live a life peacefully, satisfactorily and more vitally meaningfully.
The heaven is in no other place but in this earth and is awaiting your entry in to it eagerly.   
  

IN THE GARDEN 3

Dearest Pooja did not digest my petty pleasantry and departed hastily, 
Ending our romantic journey, crushing the dream we weaved together mercilessly. 
A wit, that much humorous act in my deep devotion for you, was I think my right,
Rage on your part was irrelevant in that situation as I did not intentionally affect hurt. 
Earlier you too pulled my ear whilst singing, stepped your feet on me while dancing,
Secreting my pain I presented a smiling face always, and was never among blaming.
Troubled by your whims and coquetry did I stop loving you or think about quitting?

Lying back on a bench in the garden alone I see the stars overhead blinking,
Or maybe they are laughing at my misfortune, sorrow and your childish passing!
Puckish moon has hidden it's face behind a large vagabond cloud to stay out of my sight,
As if it too intends to prove my humor wrong at the same time your silliness right.
Mushy breeze stopped in order to render its solidarity with you, my stunner,
Unquestionably he falls for you too and wishes to torture me for your departure.
Dastard flowers are hiding in dense darkness to express grief on the exit of their queen,
Retrospectively they want to remain out of my sight and stay out of my gain.
Amidst the dumb atmosphere my heart gets numb foreseeing the bleak future of my adore,
Maintaining someone in the heart, to be in love or even using the term is not a  matter of humor.

Imbibing a cup of hot milk Dwarikadhish yelled, "Radhe" when it burnt His throat,
Submissively Rukmani, His queen protested, "Why Radhe, whilst I am here and she is your past?"
"Have a visit to her place to understand my abrupt and spontaneous answer."
Rukmani saw boils all over Sri Radha as an effect of a single burn on Her eternal lover.
And realized the interminable bond between them, what true love does, what love is as a matter. 

I can not explain you how far the thorn that pricked your finger pierced through my heart,
Like a knife slicing cheese with ease, it devoured my life, spoiled my emotional state.
Obviously you did not notice my pain, my concerns for your ache, your sorrow and left,
Vamoosing me stranded in perpetual darkness of loneliness, uncertainty  and bereft.
Excitement, sensation, romance of this brief time will be my treasure forever,
You have gifted me a heaven in one-day that is heavier than the days of my past and future.
Of my heart I confess I will always remain thankful to you for all that you had given me,
Utmost good luck, many blessings for a bright future and happy life I pray for thee.