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.

MISUNDERSTANDING

You get up unwillingly, lazily and unusually late this morning,
For your routine morning walk and temple visit en-route,
This is contrary to your principle and self imposed discipline,
Too against the yardstick  with which you measure others personality.

Your abigail wanted to share some serious talks about the academics of her son,
Desiring your precious counsel and expecting an encouragement from you in that matter,
But you affirmed and denied her words inattentively just by nodding your head,
Stunning and puzzling her, exposing the series of explosion going on inside your heart.

The milkman leaves the packets, the vendor the newspapers on your door step,
Those you used to pick up on your way back from your morning walk,
However today you overlooked them and did not take your morning tea,
May be you did not feel the urge but surprisingly it didn't cause a headache to you.

Kids dressed in school uniform shouted on their breakfast table,
As they are well acquainted with your punctuality care and affection,
But who would have questioned you? They know your   anger!
Their hesitant murmuring drew your attention, you toasted bread and prepared omelet.

Its midday and time to prepare lunch but you are on the couch,
With the laptop in your hands, lo behold you are not writing anything,
Instead you are playing cards and killing time, which is totally against your nature,
You ever-busy lady, what happened to your meticulous mastery of time?

Of late, reluctantly and under compulsion you moved to the kitchen,
Drew the basket of the fridge and chopped all the vegetables robotically,
Undoubtedly something was cooked, Pradipta should say boiled, you knew what,
Your kids kept guessing the root of this incongruity, as they knew is not obvious of you.

Forced by the late night writing habits and morning walk before the sunrise,
You use to take rest for an hour or two after the lunches, before getting to the pen,
But you are watching devotional channels in the television this afternoon,
Though your sleepy eyes are fixed on the screen, your mind is roaming inside your soul.

The evening rituals of worships in your home temple is absent from your routine today,
Its dinnertime and you are on the couch, until your younger daughter distracted you,
"Mom, what's in the supper?" "Oh! ya sure darling" and you served the remains of the lunch,
"I am not good health today to work baby, try to manage with it.for me" you explained.

Being girls, their instinctive compromising nature cooperated you,
They adjusted with the left outs and went to the bed without questioning you,
But you are still on the sofa switching off all the lights of the drawing room,
And immersed  deep in the memories those are flashing in your mind.

No doubt you are active but absent everywhere all day long,
Organs of your body are open, in action except your brain and heart,
This is not because you are introvert but because you are crying inside,
For your interactions of the last night with your soulmate, lover-boy.

You should know whatsoever you got is precisely your own destiny,
An honest and straightforward man will be a bit rough outside but soft inside,
Neither of you can flee from a situation, relationship that God created and both of you vowed,
Hence, get up the next morning, he must be waiting, greet him with a positive mindset and be happy.

MAD LOVER

Tearing apart the silence
Your voice echoed in my ear
"Hey, do not wander in night"
"Hello, its drizzling, don't you see it"
"Mad lover" "standing and waiting for me"
"You will make me insane as well"
I turned behind,
Searching around
Fruitlessly, I was 
Dreaming awakened.
I ask  myself
"Why am I standing ?
On this lonely street,
She is not coming to give me a lift,
At this hour of the night,
And she is not here either
In my city, on my periphery." 

I stare to the sky,
A star was there,
 I ponder,
She must be seeing it too,
I imagine,
Our eyes reflected on that star;
Here we meet.
I wish,
Let me die now,
While meeting her through that star,
This is the only possible way,
We could have meet
When she had already gone
Out of my city, out of my life for ever
But not out of my heart,
Leaving alone her "Mad Lover."