STUN ME

Oh Nightingale, my sweetheart!

Thine melodious endeavors are not reaching my ears,

Thine unique feathers are away from my sight,

My atmosphere is odorless without thine scent.

Never before, you were so silent, so absent,

I am feeling orphaned without thine presence.

My ears are habituated of thine romantic lines,

Those persuade my pen to sing in thine admiration.

My eyes are acquainted of thine dances,

Those become excited witnessing thine heavenly feats.

My nostrils are prone to thine fragrance,

That fills my brain with fresh ideas for artistic drifts.

Why you deserted my sky?

Am I wrong somewhere?

Did I commit an offence?

Is that offence if any, unforgettable and unforgivable?

Even if it is so, then can you not forgive me one last time?

Do I not deserve one great consideration?

Believe me; I never did any mistake knowingly,

I cannot do that to my lone adorer intentionally.

My trust on thee have never been shaken,

My passion for thine songs are never lessen.

My devotion for thee is pure, pious and rich in truthfulness,

As far as my knowledge goes, my worship is spotless.

I wait anxiously and hopefully thine way.

Stun me with thine gracious reappearance in my sky,

I WILL CONTINUE TO LIVE

For me, life is no more a pleasant expedition,

It’s a blazing and writhe in the fire of isolation.

It is not just a sad tour in the time’s hopeless patches,

Rather, it is an empty wandering among the endless wilderness.

I had gulped this nectar of love on my own,

Why to blame you, if it turned poison in your desertion?

I initiated this journey through the heaven of devotion,

Why to curse you, if it turned a crawling through the hell in our separation?

I know, living without you or imagination of a life away from thee,

Is an absurd, unscrupulous and sinful act for a true adorer as me.

I do not wish to live anymore; but I too am not an escapist or a coward,

Nor I do have any right to terminate this glorious gift of god.

Imposition of a forceful exit on oneself is a crime against God and His proposals,

I am not that man to do blasphemy in any situation by insulting His wills.

I will not let god feel ashamed of bringing me to this earth,

Rather I will accept His blessings, my sufferings and prove my worth.

Be it a walk through the hell of solitude or swallow of the poison of torment,

I will deliver positives to you and absorb the negatives in the black-hole my heart.

I take an oath, to keep this lamp of love in my heart burning in every situation.

As I have enough courage, strong will power to walk on this track all alone.

I will continue to live and love you; call me a crazy lover,

                              Glorify the divinity of love and you my sweetheart; as your worshiper.

THE MORNING SUN

Each morning when the Sun kisses the eastern horizon,

Its glow illuminates the minds of people with new expectations.

One more busy dawn begins for them in fast procession,

With execution of their plans and calculation of their pros and cons.

They gird themselves up to carry their lives one leap further,

Towards a shining day of growth, prosperity, success and pleasure.

Each morning, through my closed windows the assailant sunbeams villainously enter,

And wakes me, I don’t know for which animosity from my late-night slumber.

My lazy down begins with some social obligations in an unenthusiastic way,

As if, my life and I have nothing to do with the dawn and the approached day.

While carrying out my assignments, I writhe in pain and anguish,

But hide my feelings from my periphery with an artificial smile on my face.

Can you ever imagine how difficult it is to cheat oneself and live a dual life?

Have you ever spread a smile on your face when you cry inside to hide your strife?

I nourish this drama day after day; become habitual to it, like a swindler,

Live hellish of a life contrary to my honest and straightforward nature.

Do you know why I am not tired of this voyage in the darkness of grief?

Do you know why I continue to drag my life with my wrecked self?

A rope of trust on your graciousness ties me with the flow of my breath,

As I wait you in my flawless innocence balancing with the people of the earth.

I know when you would see and realize the depth of my blue,

The compassion in you will force you to get back to me in my rescue.

The sunbeams of this hope keeps injecting a current of energy in me,

To sustain this precarious situation and write this poetry for thee.

I wait for that morning when the golden beams would deliver your voice again,

And illuminate my life with a flame of excitement to live like humans.

BEFORE I SAID, “I LOVE YOU”

Before I said, “I love you”,

You occupied my core as owner of a unique and compassionate spirit,

A sense of deep respect for your gracious personality surfaced in my heart.

Before I declared, “I love you”,

I began to trust every alphabet you uttered,

Cared and carried out your wishes words per words.

That very day,

I took a tough but bold resolution,

To back forever your choices, preferences and decisions.

I gave a task to myself,

To take care of your dignity and emotions,

Even at the cost of my pleasure and sentiments.

I vowed to do,

All that I can do within my capabilities,

To promote your fame, name, glory and qualities.

I decided to give,

Everything that will make you smile,

Grow and prosper as a person in your chosen style.

 Then I confessed, that “I love you”,

And handed you over my sincere and sensitive heart,

Along with the destiny of its happiness and discomforts.

Now I give you the words,

That I will prove the divinity of my feelings for you,

And I was not trivial or joking when I said, “I love you”,

I WILL LET YOU GO

I will let you go,

Because I wish a smile on your lips,

Even at the cost of the salty juice of my eyes.

I will let you go,

Because I want you to shine in the sky of prominence,

Even though I know, my pen will dry up in your absence.

I will let you go,

Because I wish your garden to be plentiful with flowers,

Even though, my garden will turn barren without the raindrops of your letters.

I will let you go,

Because I want you to fly free at your longings,

Even though I know without you, I will be a bird without wings.

I will let you go,

Because I desire you to scatter your aroma all over the sphere,

Even though after your exit my life will be devoid of colors and odors.

I will let you go,

Because   I love you so much,

Even though, without you I will dwell like a living corpse in solitariness.

I will let you go,

Only physically out of my world,

But will nurture you in my heart till my end.

 I will let you go,

But my verse will continue to sing your grandeur,

And I will continue to encourage you to grow as a writer.

COME RAIN

When the cloud hovers over my sky,

Witnessing its gloomy ostentation on the blue,

Reminding its promises of sopping my terrain,

My heart begins to pulsate heavily in anticipation.

I send for the cold wind, my trusted lieutenant,

To convey her the misery of my desiccated spirit,

Convince and entice her to be merciful with me,

And satisfy the requirements of my dehydrated body.

The self-respectful cloud ignores appeals of my messenger,

Compels me to coax and I begin humming prayers for her,

“Every drop from you is a flow of invaluable nectar,

From the pitcher of God, capable of spurring spirit in my core”

“Come rain, my savior; drench my life or my eyes,

Do the favor or let me die dry as you please.”

Splitting apart the core of the sky, her compassion begins to flood,

Not to stop before my body and soul become sanctified and satisfied.

SHELTER FOR HOMELESS

God has gifted the stretches of landscapes, water bodies, Natural resources, wildlife and all the life-sustaining commodities, For all human beings abundant and varied as provisions, Keeping in mind the basic human necessity, like shelter. But the individual man, even though has a limited requirement, Wishes to snatch from all his fellow beings, His precious Gifts. Wants to take and pile more than his share for his greed, Infringe His wishes in order to improve his own lifestyle. Apart from trying to change this selfish temperament, Of man, through academic, religious and moral teachings, The philanthropic constituents of our society, And the law enforcement authorities of our governments, Need to shoulder the responsibilities of ensuring, This basic human requirement of a roof for each head. The humble wish is that none of our fellow human being is compelled, To remain exposed to the mercy and rage of the weather and atmosphere; All of our mothers, sisters and daughters live a dignified life, Under the safety and security of a roof and four walls.

DILEMMA IN LOVE

When the best of your life,

The closest to your heart,

Your most trusted person of the earth,

Deserts you and closes her eyes and ears,

To your concerns and cries in love,

You land in a dilemma,

Of what to do and what to not to do,

Where to go and where to not to go.

You have no choice of complaining,

Or sharing your heart out with anyone.

Firstly, because when your own acts like a stranger,

To expect sympathy from an outsider,

Would be the silliest of desires.

Secondly, you will not wish or tolerate,

Anyone pointing finger towards her,

And blaming her to be untrue.

Thirdly, you cannot tarnish the glory,

Of the sweetest feelings called love,

For your selfish concerns and happiness.

You can’t pray and plea before God,

Lest He might assume her to be guilty,

And punish her for your tears,

You cannot afford to see that,

Because you have loved her the most.

Forget about giving up and going ahead,

Without her thought, dream, concern,

It’s not love only addiction if she can be forgotten.

The only solution to the dilemma in love,

Is to burn up from inside till you reach the tomb,

And block the flame from reaching her skirt,

By weeping silently on papers,

While holding to the vows made to her,

Of keeping intact her dignity, happiness,

As well as the glory of love.

I Wish

I wish you to adorn the apogee of the sky,

Of successful people like a polestar,

So that when people raise their eyes up,

Your face be the first to catch their attention.

I wish for you a safe flying zone,

A sky as high as heaven, but of your own,

In which you fly high and handsome,

And people talk of your galore and fame.

When people take your name,

Let their hands fold in veneration.

When they hear your contribution to the civilization,

Let their heads bow in admiration.

 I wish people to talk not different in your absence,

As they dare to speak of you in your presence,

You make your picture such apparent,

With truthfulness, humbleness and sweetness in your actions.

 A selfless benediction often raises eyebrows,

But you know me and my feelings for thee,

It’s a sincere desire of an affectionate heart,

Of your often misunderstood write-mate.

In this egocentric world may you or anyone,

Try to find a motive, behind my selfless wish,

But in my dictionary of friendship and feelings,

It is the definition of pure and pious adoration.

BANK ACCOUNT OF THE TIME

All of us beyond doubt are very calculative and vigilant,

While spending each single penny of our bank account.

Are we that much serious and careful,

While spending our bank account of time,

That credits twenty-four hours each morning,

Gives a day to spend it at will?

It’s all about our choice, preference, priority,

Whether to spend it sinking in alcoholic beverage,

Cheep entertainments, idle gossips, piling wealth,

Or doing things as per our capabilities for our fellow beings,

Exploring divinity and increasing our knowledge and wisdom.

Elimination of avoidable and insignificant expenses,

Scrupulous plans and preparations of our fixed bank balance,

Makes the fund available and affordable,

For focusing on the significant few,

To achieve the cherished results.

 Wise and visionary people spend each minute minutely,

Focusing on their philosophy and objective of life,

Leaving no room for doing stupid activities.

Their wisdom and sensibility make their presence felt,

Even after their departure from the stage.

Our prudence leads to how beautiful, meaningful, worthwhile we live,

Or directionless, senseless we make our presence on the earth.

My Gratification

                                       For my gratification, tell the sun to not to come to the blue,

As I don’t want the lights of a luminaries other than you,

Also, I do not believe anyone else is capable enough,

To drive away the gloom of my inner stuff.

 Tell the moon to stop sharing its silver drops,

As they pierce my lovelorn soul with their cruel touch,

The soul that misses the reflection of your kind gleam,

Cannot be satisfied by any other celestial beam.

 Tell the monsoon not to rise from the sea,

I fear its presence might aggravate my misery.

The raindrops, the cool breeze are the opponents,

To my grief stricken soul, affection hungry heart.

Things related to love, happiness, smile or light,

Fun, merry making, entertainment or delight,

Are unacceptable, useless and poison for me,

When the one I wish to share them is not with me.

The absence of anything or anyone does not matter for me,

What matters most for me is to be or not to be with thee.

I nurture you in me, closing my doors for the rest of the creation,

If you feel this truth, come to me for my gratification.

RETUN BACK

Tell the earth to stop rotating around the sun,

Firstly, because I do not want the summer to give way to the rain,

As the showers would burn my dissolute core,

More drastically than the blaze of the summer.

Secondly, I prefer to feel the same burning in my body ever,

As my interior is suffering from after your departure.

Thirdly, when the peacock of my lovelorn heart

Would begin a courtship dance in the rain’s advent,

Your, heart his peahen will not be there to drink his tears,

And rescue him from his cry for union, I fear.

My moon, if the earth does not pay heed to your request,

Then pray God to split apart the earth under my feet,

And care to bury me live in it as I am buried in your soul,

Without you, I won’t mind whether I am under or above the soil.

Or else come back in my sky with all your glamour,

Illuminate my life and eliminate the darkness of my core.

Bring the rhythm of the rhymes I sing for thee,

And dance with all your heart in synchronization with me.