THE FLAME OF LOVE

Witnessing me in the gloom of grief,

You appear before me with a lamp of love,

And lit a candle in my heart,

To free me from the grip of discontent.

Contrary to the flame of fire,

It emits a blissful blaze,

That burns the dust out of my surface,

To shape up a red-gold of my inner being.

 It delivers a divine blue light,

That illuminates my vision,

And bring quality and variation,

Into my artistic creations.

The scatters of your sweet emotions,

Take my restless soul in expeditions,

To the heaven of peace and tranquility,

   And persuade me to spread the same in the society.

I wonder, whether it is the glory of our divine feelings,

Or the enchantment of your charismatic personality,

Responsible for such a glorious change in my life,

As a conclusion, I rather accredit both, to be impartial.

LAMP OF LOVE

Life was monotonous, mechanized and a routine chore,

Obediently crawling on its stereotype way without colors and pleasures.

Plump darkness reigned the closed chamber of my heart,

Away from any hope and desire of a light of love reaching it.

Meanwhile from among the unknown faces of the earth,

Up came a pretty face full of lights, colors and worth.

Discipline, philanthropy adorned her generous heart,

Ravishment, radiance, righteousness, reliability was her aspect.

As an angel, she arrived with a lamp of love for me, the bereft.

Patiently she heard the sad story of my lost pleasure,

Reluctantly but humbly, I shared the truth layer by layer.

Inching closer to my ear, she whispered not to be carried away by the past,

Advised me to not to cry over the split milk and live for the present.

The time has never introduced me with such a compassionate person,

As her my friend, philosopher, teacher, adorer, muse and patron.

My gloomy core began to glow, illuminated by the light of her love,

And it folded her in its casket, as I gradually surrendered to her in love.

 Oh, Angel with the lamp of love, I know my honest heart,

Its vows, your spread and the worth of your precious gift.

I will keep it burning; my pen will sing its glory forever,

I will remain ever obliged to you for the light you shared.

WAITING FOR YOUR APPEARANCE

I venture into the scorching sunlight of summer midday,

Risk the headache it causes with its vicious rays.

As my moon ascends the sky of my life on that occasion,

To relieve me from the heartache of separation.

Even in terrible heat my limbs shiver, mind frozen,

Due to the apprehension of her not coming to visitation.

When her beams infiltrate the air and reflect into my sight,

A sigh of relief passes through my vein into my heart.

We whisper the sweet melodies our hearts composed in separation,

My pen prepares to dance and paint her with all its rhythm.

My dearest moon, you know my anxiety, love and concerns,

So tear apart the curtain of modesty to appear to my expectations

I will remain indebted and obliged ever to thee,

For your great heart and gracious attentions towards me.

My Rapunzel

Dear Rapunzel,

The one, who stands beside you,

Ever since, he knows you,

Clad in the gown of sincere devotion,

The scarf of firm believe in your personality,

Hat of deep respect for you and your wishes,

Is me, your friend, lover and appreciator.

You can see my footprints in your castle,

My imprints in your garden,

The trace my fragrance in your long log,

                                                      My reflections in your songs,

As I am an indomitable reality of thine life,

A carved sculpture of thine heart.

I am with you in the chilling evening of winter,

In the scorching noon of the summer,

Amidst atrocious storm of the rainy season,

Also in the floral abundance of spring,

As you are the uncrowned queen of my soul.

My lovely Rapunzel.

THE MOON 2

Kamadeva, the king of love,

Ascended a you in the night sky,

To carry out his dealings,

With the most delicate feelings,

Of the human hearts.

When the pearly sparks of his moving wheel,

Pass through the cords of emotions,

Of the lovesick couples,

They vibrate vigorously their spirit,

And generate an urge of romance in them.

When the same arrows of rays

Pierce through the sorrowful hearts,

Of the lovelorn isolated singles,

They scream for their partners,

And curse you for your heartless acts.

Relaxing under your silvery illumination,

Elderly couples remain away from the plights,

Of their old age complications,

Smile ruminating their golden days,

Feel proud reminding their pleasant adventures.

Baby wishes to play with you,

Assuming you a beautiful white lily of the blue,

Insist from her father to pluck you of your place

As she believes her father to be

A superhuman on the earth.

THE MOON

Oh moon! Your existence in the night sky,

Is to inscribe a message of eternal love,

On the vast canvas of nature.

Sun, the king of the universe,

Presents to his adoring queen earth,

A black saree,

 Decorated with numerous pearls of stars,

And a splendorous white-rose as you in the center.

Or maybe he pasted a dot of vermilion,

On the forehead of the night sky,

To keep the vagabond luminaries cautious,

Of his marital status with the earth,

In his absence.

He loves her so intently,

That even when he rests behind the horizon,

He keeps peeping at his beloved,

Through his eyes of the sunlight,

Reflected from your surface.

INFATUATION

My queen! I am not infatuated,

With the dazzle of the beauty queen crown of your head,

Or with the sparkling of your boozy eyes,

Not even with the curls and curves of your youthful body.

Your shower of generosity gradually melted,

The hard surface of my arrogant heart,

Exposed the hidden stockpile of my caring emotions.

Your breeze of shyness vibrated

The enmeshed chords of my inactive thoughts

Generated a current of passion for you in them.

Your whispering words conquered,

The never beaten warrior of my inner being,

And I handed over you the fate of life and emotions.

You get enshrined in my luring eyes,

Encaged in my adoring heart,

Ensconced in my creative art.

I get enticed to your personality,

Entrapped in your thought,

Enslaved in your infatuation.

Poetry; Our brainchild

Together we breed,

Poetry as our child,

Like responsible parents.

I dress her with attires,

Of vocabulary, metaphors,

From your enriched store.

You shape up her character,

Injecting true emotions into her,

That you receive from my core.

At times, we change our seats,

To make her the best artifact,

Being mutual muses.

In our combined struggles,

Our child becomes full and beautiful,

Making us successful parents.

We encourage honestly each other,

Learn and grow together,

While breeding our brainchild.

Our roles in one another’s art,

Makes us inseparable parts,

Of the two sides of a coin.

MY FLOWER

You are the most beautiful flower in my garden,

That I nourish with all my love and passion,

You make me smile, teach me the goal of life,

Smiling and causing smile should be our strive.

Be it small and transitory, it should be magnificent,

Blossoming and scattering fervor should be our intent.

My love and passion for you is so intense,

That I wish to enjoy your beauty, smell your essence.

I crave to feel your touch, hold you in my embraces,

And for that, I want to decorate you on my vase.

But for that, I cannot pluck you from your branch,

Because I know, that will make you slouch.

Being your gardener, being your sincere lover,

I can never afford to see my flower wither.

You are the best artifact of the great creator,

I only nourished you with nectar of my core.

By rending you from your comfort zone,

 I will insult His authority, His pious intentions.

And that I cannot afford to do at any cost

Being your adorer and His humble servant.

Grow, glow, smile and spread your flavor

For me, for Him all over the atmosphere.

LOST HEAVEN

Oh God, I am a very small man,

Having yet smaller expectations,

Strictly limited to my deeds,

Liberally according to my needs.

I honestly confess from my heart,

 And proudly pronounce the facts,

That I do not ever need to place demand,

As you always care to bless all that I need.

 My pillar of trust on you is never shaken,

Not even in worst ever adverse situations.

Be it a concern of health, social or financial field.

 I feel your patronage evident over my head.

Today I lost something precious and divine,

That shattered me and made me insane,

Even though, I know I am nowhere wrong,

To the best of my sincerity and understanding.  

I leave it to your considerate compassion,

To bless me with my lovely lost heaven,

Pray you, beg your mercy to interrupt her soul,

And let my trust and reliance on you prevail.

Oh poem !

Oh poem, you are

The vibration of a of loving core,

Inscribed tears of bereaved lover,

Floral tribute of a devotee’s devotion,

Blaze of a revolutionary contemplation,

First love of a verse writer,

 Intoxication of a voracious reader,

Source of Inspiration for old and young,

 A divine gift of God to human being.

Oh poem, you adorn,

The pleasant shower of hot summer,

Aroma of the dry soil of the first downpour,

Twilight of the western horizon,

Embellishment of spring season,

Voice and verse of a singer,

Posture and glamour of a dancer,

Emotions and undulation of a blooming heart,

Beautiful face, smile and style of my sweetheart. 

YOUR POEMS

Your poems are the cool ocean draft,

Those control the temperature of my tormented coast,

Lure me to rest in peace and contentment.

Your poems are like rains in the mid-summer,

Those drench my love-dry atmosphere,

And I grow rich with the harvest of pleasure.

Each time you wish to render me an expression,

You shower your emotions though the words of a poem,

And I love to read your heart through your composition.

You too wait anxiously for my reactions,

That I scribble in my poems for your gratifications,

Thus, our chain of exchange of emotions goes on and on and on.