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.

IN THE GARDEN-2

Landing in the heaven of love, sinking in each other's lap in that dreaming evening,
Our young hearts reached ecstasy as we went on singing and kissing the flowers.
Purposefully we were kissing particular petals alternatively and at times simultaneously,
As we were eager to kiss and feel each other while maintaining the decency of first meet.
Midnight approached unnoticed and the moon was playing hide and seek in the clouds,
Unperturbed were the two thirsty and enthralled souls of ours by the devilish shades.
Dancing to the tune of mine, at times you were resting your head on my shoulder,
Reacting to your chime I too was pulling your ear and caressing your tresses.
As I was feeling your warm and rapid breath over my face whenever you got close,
My heart was getting excited and I was feeling the sensation that I had felt never before.
I was hearing clearly the sniffles coming out of you whenever I tap your rosy cheeks,
Satisfactory they were to my ears, assuring me of the positive response that from you I seek..
Hesitating to my embrace each time when you tried to move away and maintained a distance,
Robotically I pulled you close with my trembling hand to my privity and you cooperated,
After all you were equally charged, interested and satisfied in our game of romance.
I forgot that there was a world beyond that garden, there are tasks waiting my way outside,
Loving and living for you become only mission of my existence and I born for that, that day. 
Of passion and belongingness I dared to do an unexpected pleasantry with you for fun,
Vacillatingly I handed over a thorn in place of a flower to soft tender pooja my love.
Eagerly you clutched it with a smile on your face as a gift of my adoration,
Your rejoicing face turned pale and kinky in pain with the prick of the thorn.
Over the beautiful, shining moon cloud of pain shadowed like a fierce wicked demon,
Ululating you jerked my grip, fled from the garden and did not return back to the garden.
    

IN THE GARDEN-1

Little while after the sunset I entered the moonlit-flooded garden,
On being dejected from the run of life I wanted to have a suspension.
Pooja was basking in the milky moon-light under the star-studded sky,
Appearing to be heedless she was crooning in sotto-voice and closed eye.
Momentarily she was stopping and gazing eagerly towards the blue,
Understandably, she was expecting arrival of an angel for her rescue.
Dragging crosses in the air she was displaying her resentment,
Reflected all over her body the turbulence in which her soul was in that moment,
As her dreamed prince was delaying to land on the stage for her contentment.

Mesmerized by her melodious and touching song I stood dumb for long there,
In fact I had never witnessed such a marvelous confluence of beauty and art before.
Struggle of life had overpowered my appetite for songs and art those days,
Hearing from a beautiful woman as her was more privilege than opportunity for me.
Raised by the raging of her incredible prettiness and unique tone,
A novice as Pradipta began to buzz and tap his feet on earth in rhythm.

I did not really understand which one lured me, took me in her fascination,
Loping pooja, her sweet tone, the song she was singing or all of them in unison.
Obviously, she was lost in her reverie and I was losing my head to her,
Veil of the bushes vanished automatically and unintentionally I got involved.
Eventually her melancholic song got replaced by a romantic melody of the duo,
Young hearts of ours began to swallow the nectar of love in each other's lap.
Our life started to take a new adventurous leap that evening in mute mutual consent,
Ultimately,I got someone to think, care, love and worship for the rest of my life.