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       22^nd August, 2012 

Published in ‘The Commonwealth Review’

Vol. XXI. No. 1. ISSN: 0974-0473