The fire of pain

Soberly I confessed near  you some facts,
That you have became my heart's heart.

Out of intimacy I  shared some truths with you,
You left me alone in  the eternity of blue.

Now in this ceaseless sufferings  my soul fails to differentiate
Between less or excess burning mete out on it.

Pain has become a normal thing for me,
For me it has become a bearable customary.

After your torturous demeanor with my loving core.
I feel my body contains in it a soul no more.

This soulless body has only one last shelter,
This fire of pain will flicker out only with my funeral fire.

The fire of pain

Soberly I confessed near  you some facts,
That you have became my heart's heart.

Out of intimacy I  shared some truths with you,
You left me alone in  the eternity of blue.

Now in this ceaseless sufferings  my soul fails to differentiate
Between less or excess burning mete out on it.

Pain has become a normal thing for me,
For me it has become a bearable customary.

After your torturous demeanor with my loving core.
I feel my body contains in it a soul no more.

This soulless body has only one last shelter,
This fire of pain will flicker out only with my funeral fire.

True emotions

My verses begin to sing for you,
Only after my soul began loving you,
But when I tell you this truth,
You wish to kick me out of this earth.
As if loving and nurturing someone in the core is a big sin,
And its crime to express the true emotions.

I don't know what you want from me,
Verses of fabricated emotions?
Or a man who hides the truthful expression of emotions?

Dear, dear, dear, I can't be untruthful
And my verses can't be fake tools.
Now tell me dear heart what is virtue,
To tell lie, hide truth and have fun with women is virtue?

Fake-ness is not the art of life for my nature,
Falsehood can't be my style of living either.
You were never a fun stuff in my consideration.
Nor you are a means of entertainment for my person.
I respected you well and truly as my lover,
Punish me because of my truth loving character. 

No plight, all right.

Ever since I began loving you,
I have none other than you,
I call mine, my own.
Knowing well my possessed soul,
Still if you want to disown.
Then break the string of my breath,
It vibrates the heart that sheltered you.
Block the way of my sight,
That hold your portrait in it.
Disrupt all communication system
Those leads to your home.
Block my number in your mobile phone,
So that you will not hear my crying tone.
Forget that someone loves you,
And waits for you all day night.
Go away, here its no plight, all right.

TALK TO ME PLEASE

The morning your words doesn't reach my ear,

I believe the sun does not wake up from its slumber.

One day you forgot to deliver your words,

The Sun didn’t rise, it’s still night, I assumed.

I drew the blanket over my head in confidence,

Continued my nap and lost in dreaming your face.

The milkman, the newspaper vendor,
Threw their packets outside my door.

Seeing them unattended my kind neighbor,
Began knocking incessantly on my  door.

Maybe I am off from the world, she did fear.

Otherwise, I could not sleep till that late hour.

My face became faded out of shyness

I bent my sight before her in thankfulness.

Truly will I be here in this world anymore,
The day you will forget the address of my door?

So much I love you, don't you know this.

If you care a bit for it, talk to me please.

VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN

Leaving the cosy laps of loving parents,

Childhood pals, teenage friends, dearests,

Safety of home, security of familiar lanes,

Smiles, cries, memories of carefree days

Sheltering dreams built during the teen,

Carrying piles of hopes in her naïve brain,

She steps into the house of a stranger

Sets up to make it a home of their future.

She expects the affections here she leaves behind,

Wishes others to stay cheering, friendly and kind.

For that she passionately cares everyone’s concern,

Tries earnestly to be an integral part of her new home,

At times understanding and following other’s desires,

Becomes difficult, even impractical for the newcomer,

Adjusting with different ways of leading life

Leads to arguments and even big verbal strifes.

Some madmen try muscle power to impose wishes,

Over those who trust them as their soul-mates.

The beast hidden in them subdue the human in them,

As violence cannot be the way of any civilized man.

Doing violence against one who is your most reliant,

Can be graded as a crime and sin heinous most.

More significantly violence against any woman,

Is an insult to the womb that shelters the race of human.

I GIVE WHAT I HAVE

What you give me is not my look out,

What I give you reflects my conduct.

What I deliver reveals what I own,

Light-darkness, smile-tears, flowers-thorns.

I pelt stones at others, unsettle other’s peace,

My own life is disturbed the reason behind these.

I shower nectar, serve others sweet honey,

All those I earn, I save during my life’s journey.

I disbelieve, remain thankless, rude, stubborn,

Trusts, gratefulness, modesty all shows my person.

When I see low, I see the mud, look up I see stars,

Now I can describe how the mud is or how is a star.

I do not say; do not preach you or him anything,

My deeds are the mirrors that reflect everything.

I am made up of stone or cotton, fire or ice,

You realize once you deal with or crash at me.

YOUR BLESSINGS

Thou art the generous dense cloud,

Roaming incessantly over my head,

Enriched with precious rain of affection,

Essential for my love-sick lonely person.

But thine core also contains furious thunder,

In form of undesirable unprovoked anger,

And lightning frightening for my heart,

In the shape of tough to bear womanish fidget.

Actually, I love alike thee, thine fidgets, thine anger,

Smilingly I welcome their entry into my sphere,

Because the exciting rain of romance follows them,  

And drench thoroughly my dehydrated inner-man.

Despite massive physical distance between us,

You care my wellbeing, nurture my happiness,

Add to my growth, I admit that as my fortune,

My head bow near your blessings, I feel beholden.

EVEN IF IT HURTS...

It hurts when you say, I disturb you,

God never feels disturbed by the prayer of His devotee,

As your earnest follower do you not count me?

It hurts when you hesitate to admit the depth of my devotion,

Did you not go through my innumerable verses?

In those flows of my pen have not you seen your face?

  

It hurts, when you say; do not talk to me,

Water-lily does not blossom away from the water-body,

For your ardent adorer you are the lone buddy.

It hurts when I see your lips part to say me bye,

That means you want the bee to be away from the flower

Are you not familiar with the vibration of my core?

It hurts when you say you are in a sigh,

Can the Sun shine bright in a clouded sky?

How can I be happy and smile if you cry?

Even if I get hurt, for so many things, so many times,

I know you are the pure and pious Ganges of my life,

Once I commit to worship, I will do that with all vibes.

I BECAME YOURS

My eyes were floating over the passing crowd,

Uncertain of who she is I was searching a person,

Whom I can proudly pronounce my friend,

Who can smile and cry with my changed conditions.

I was in quest of a true human among the crowd

Who fearlessly explores and cultivates truth,

Who is principled, honest, selfless, open and broad

The one I can call a divine personality on the earth.

Accidentally our eyes met, glances exchanged,

I felt, some dealings were done in the heaven,

As a result of which both of us simultaneously halted,

Got automatically interested in each other’s persona.

Your thoughts were like transparent water of brooks,

Your noise was soft like cuckoo’s enchanting tone

The more we talk, the more I got keen to listen to your talks,

My heart began to surrender near your magnanimous person.

Though we never promised but we began to conjoin,

At the same spot, in the stipulated hour of the day,

Smiles took shape of laughter, talks mutual admiration,

I do not ever know when I became your lover boy.

MY VERSES

Reading the first poem,

That I had written for your pleasure,

You told me that I was the first poet,

To have written in your honor.

Since then my pen has not stopped,

Wrote hundreds of verses in your glory,

Run with my smile or cry with changes in time,

Depicting honestly my heart’s story.

Now misunderstanding my conversation,

Before leaving me, you so easily stated that,

I have just written a few poems for you,

And nothing is significant in that.

In between your two statements,
Do you know how much tears flowed,

And wetted my poetry pages

How many times my heart bled,

And painted the lines of my verses.

In the lights of your prudence,

Will you not admit that my tears,

Were not fake and mere showiness?

Do you feel my true love demanded anything

Other than oneness in lieu of its truthfulness?

Be it, for you they are mere verses,

Worthless objects of entertainments,

But for me they are the mirror reflections,

Of my persona, truthfulness and adoration

I weaved my soul in them.


You deny the truth, but truth is the breath of my life, i can not deny.

A LOVER'S HEART

The moon and the earth remain far away from each other,
But their relationship is pretty close and that too forever.
I too can remain all my life away  from thee,
And you will not see a lacuna in my love for thee.

Flora and fauna don't ever talk to the sun,
But the sun mutely rains his beneficent kisses of rays on them.
I too can encourage, nurture your life and person
Mutely and continuously without any verbal communications.

I will show you how beautiful love can be,
You remain close or keep away from me.
My deeds will depict how great a lover's heart can be,
And never I will demand a return
 for that from thee.

YOUR SHADOW

When shadows of birds,

Come floating towards my nest,

Hope of your coming back to me,

Illuminates my bereaved heart.

My eyes brighten with anticipation,

Of having a delightful view of you,

I stare and search impatiently, 

In every nook and corner of the blue.

Hurriedly I begin to decorate my nest,

Arrange the shattered straws,

Clean every single particle of dust,

Very eagerly with my claws.

To my utter disappointment,

The shadows disappear in moments,

 Leaving me stranded and shocked,

In another indefinite wait.


True love never ends, true lover never tires in wait.

This is love

Under certain social compulsions,
We are away from each other against our wishes.

I see you behind the glass door,
Wish to tell you whatsoever my heart ponders,
Open my mouth and shout out in loud,
But my words bounce back from the blockade,
I feel helpless and in annoyance punch the barricade.

I see your efforts to grasp my narrations,
I know you don't understand much of my expressions,
But  you  try to hide your helplessness, emotions,
Convey that all is well there and you understand my emotions,
A dry smile spread over my lips.

This is love my dear heart.
To give away everything,
Even without getting anything,
To feel rich and satisfied,
Even after everything is looted.

THE STATION OF DEVOTION

Now the train of my devotion,

Has reached a lonely station,

Where I am standing all alone,

Shocked, Stunned, stranded, undone.

I feel as if the time is in a hibernation

The earth stopped her routine revolution,

The sun forgot her way to the eastern horizon,

My lady luck gave way to my misfortune.

With tearful eyes and sorrowful heart

Frustration eating me from inside bit by bit,

I am on a prolonged torturous wait,

For your train to have a kind halt.

I trust someday you will read my emotions,

Get down here on this haunted station

Put your hand on my shoulder with affection,

Soothe my soul with a few words of compassion.

That day all my sorrow and discomfort,

Will be converted into happiness abundant,

Tell me, if my dream will one day come true,

Or I am just destined to remain in blue. 

AS YOU WISH

When I compare you with the Ganges,
I hold you in my respect as holy as her flows.

When I think of your glory and glamour, 
With much affection I call you my Kohinoor.

The first time your voice entered my ear-tunnel,

I addressed you as my sweet nightingale,

I see the luminous celestial being in the heaven,
The word that creeps into my mind for you is moon.

I call you Pooja, the worship in all my verses,

I do that worship of you in the word’s true sense.

Come close or go away after all these, as you wish,

In either case, I am not going away from my vows.

My love for you is as powerful and unshakable as a star,

That is born to burn and twinkle for you forever.

ONLY YOU

Your romantic words,

Are delicious feasts for my mind,

And nutritious fruits,

For the health of my delight.

Now you are silent, as you are annoyed,

My ears are deprived of your words,

Making my soul depressed

And body emaciated.

You are not an innocent child,

That you failed to read my mind.

Not that, you were never in love with anyone

Hence, unaware of my tormented condition.

I do not know under which compulsion,

You punished the one, that is your own,

What at all was my unforgivable fault,

For which you sentenced me to detachment.

No more I can sustain this pain,

Come and rescue me from this persecution,

You know, only you can do good to me,

Only you can make me or destroy me.

Beyond imagination

Those rose flowers,

Which you serve in my messenger,

Become alive reaching me,

And deliver immense love of thee.

The messages they accompany,

Spur new spirit in me,

Work as guiding lights,

To live the whole day in delight.

 At times I contemplate,

What will become of my fate,

 The day you will stop,

Popping up on my laptop.

 The darkness of distress,

Will spread over my days,

 They will become unending cruelty,

 Beyond the imagination of my poetic sagacity.  

पत्थरदिल हो ,या दिल पर पत्थर है ?

तेरे प्रेम  उद्यान  का शब्द  अपार ,
मेरी मानस जिव्हा को फल अति मधुर।

मेरी  खुशी के स्वास्थ्य को पोषक ढेर,
तेरी  प्रीतिपूर्ण वाणी  का अनमोल  उपहार।  

मगर मायूस कर्णपट उनबिन आज,
नाराज़ जो हैं आप,  मेरे सरताज़।  

तन दुर्बल  दिन दिन मन बिषाद घोर, 
पीड़ा असहनीय, जीना हुआ  जहर।  


किस विवशता से हो अपने प्रियतम से  दूर,
विछोह की  सज़ा दिए क्या था मेरा कसूर।   

न बाल, न बृद्ध हो कि प्यार आपके बोध से है पार, 
सब जानकर भी चुप हो कैसे कठोर।   

क्या जुदाई की दर्द-ओ-तड़प  से हो अनजान,
क्या कभी कोई न बना तेरे दिल का  मेहमान।  

सोए जो हो आज जाग्रत मैं कैसे उठाऊं, 
न मानने की ठान लिए हो तो कैसे मनाऊं।  

पत्थरदिल हो ,या दिल पर पत्थर है समझ न पाऊँ, 
अपना दर्द सुनाने जाऊं तो कहाँ जाऊं।  

बहुत हो चुकी प्यार में सजा अब तोआजाओ, 
मृतवत जिया हूँ कुछ तरस तो खाओ।