Sunday, January 13, 2013

THRALL



Something glides past from mysterious realms
             Shown in charming flowers
                 Shone in flying colors
As seen from the days of lamb-like innocence
   The future in lures slides into the present.

All, to man’s witness, is beyond expectations
           Fades the charms of blossoms                                                     
            Evades the glories of dreams
Happens by surprise here at the spur of the moment
        The transient present turns into the past

The past, cud to be chewed in the interior horizon
            Emotions of embittered hearts
            Experiences in shattered dreams
Clings for spasm whether reluctant or be an aspirant
         As milestones in man’s life-expedition

It’s time: the future, the present and the past
          That wakes man to its wonders
             Its display of infinite powers
For its enlightenment to man in its move eternal            
           As its life-long inevitable thrall                                          

TRIVENI, Vol.81, No.1, Jan-Mar,’12 
Cherished Cherries
205    6 Mar,’05     145

THE PAST



The past, the then future, lurks in the present
     And the present lives with the past
It’s a bridge between the past and the future
     Memory, feelings, attachment and experiences
To revive and rejuvenate ever for smiles
     To ache and agonize ever for tears
It haunts life-long like the shade-companion
     Wordsworth in the melancholy mood
Dances the sprightly dance of daffodils
     And enjoys the song of the Solitary Reaper
Keats’s heart aches with the depth of feeling
     On recalling the song of the Nightingale
The road I trod memorizing as a student
     Brings back the whole of Shakespeare’s poem
The memory of his father’s message keeps on
     His son, the days of obedience in the past
The recall of the past revives itself in the present
     The past, stored in the bank of memory
Serves as a beacon light in the path of life
     It persists in the endless motion of Time.                            

‘Cherished Cherries’       
201   6 Jan,’05    142
(Publishd in Triveni, Vol. 79, No.3, Jul- Sep, 2010)

TRUE PARADISE



Really lucky is man
To have been born on earth
Green to be dear
Dear to be green
For an eye-feast
Of glories in infinitude
Of beauties in magnitude
Gorgeous sunrises in the east
Fabulous sunsets in the west
With features of flying creatures
Amidst barred clouds in varied colors
Traversing rivers with swimming wings
Sky-touching mounts with steeping vales
Beautiful forests with echoing melodies
Peaceful groves with welcoming fruits
Graceful gardens with blushing flowers
All tremendous wonders
To cast stupendous splendors
Super is the Supreme creation
The Creator deserves appreciation
Superb imagination for creation
Indeed an abode of bliss
Still he dreams the highest one,
Heaven that clings in the welkin
He climbs the tallest apex to be free
And the highest peak to fly
But falls down to the earth
To glimpse the true paradise

‘Cherished Cherries’      
232    26Dec,’05       164
Published in The Commonwealth Review, Vol.XX, No.2, Delhi

HEAVENLY BLISS



You are too ignorant to declare,
“Bliss is the rarest commodity”
“Heaven is not on the thoroughfare”
Bliss is in you; heaven is on earth
They are one in one and won by you
Bliss is heavenly; heaven is blissful
To have it in life is really beautiful
It is futile to search for them there
But easy to find them so much here
Success is not to be taken to the head
Nor failure is to be taken to the heart
Victory follows a series of failures
To bestow on you the due knowledge
Of how to have victory without fail
Actions are sheer parts of our lives
So are the results surely mere ones
And so work-cultures and life-styles
Are to create all sorts of emotions
To ruffle the calm and serene heart 
Like bubbles in water whirls or falls
Transient are they to be overcome
And to be conquered at ease for bliss
Only by good verse, a nice converse, 
Glimpse of nature or fine sculpture,
To mimic a cuckoo, a heed to music;
All to lull your deeply aching heart
All to appease your paining mind
Are in your hand, mind and heart
Wisdom lies in search and in quest
Of an oasis in one’s life of desert.           

Miracle in Oracle
*10   5-9-2012 
Published in ‘The Commonwealth Review
Vol. XXI. No. 1. ISSN: 0974-0473

FANCIES



Full of fancies
For the man-species
For its essential mission
In my mental horizon
Born fresh, ever to cherish
Borne lush, ever to flourish
Time and again
Again and again
To flow nonstop, further and farther
To fly endless, twitter and flutter
Like bubbles on the surface
Like sparks in the furnace
They sail in springs
They fly on wings
To the realms unreachable
To the streams unfathomable
Unbound to the eye
Unheard to the ear
To all the physical senses
But to evoke in me their responses
For the marks indelible
For the prints imperishable
All of them into my hands in dreams
All of them into my words in streams
I always rise to catch or clasp
Not to let them vanish or escape
Only to portray them in the picture
Only to engrave them in the sculpture
For the live-vision of the reader
For the life-lesson of the sojourner       

MIRACLE IN ORACLE
*9       22nd August, 2012 
Published in ‘The Commonwealth Review
Vol. XXI. No. 1. ISSN: 0974-0473