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.           

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                                                                            Miracle in Oracle

                                                                                  5-9-2012 

                                                                  ‘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       

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                                                                 MIRACLE IN ORACLE

                                                                      22^nd August, 2012 

                                                              ‘The Commonwealth Review’

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

THE DANCE OF THE PEACOCK

         I am a splendid spectacle

The rarest of the rare for the viewers

The fairest of the fair of the creatures

       Really, it is my sole miracle;

       I am the dance of the peacock

With the unfurl of plumage in all angles

With the luster of images in all spangles

     Truly, a cud of joys in the stock;

      I am for the stupendous display

With the gorgeous glitters in the azure

With the felicitous postures in the sure

      A blue paradise seen in the gay;     

       For the thirsty, I am the oasis

For the hungry, a fruit for full satiation

For the avidity, substance in all fruition

       In fact, I am indefinable bliss;

       My dance is seen not to cease

Like time to flow in the agile traverse       

Like light to glow in the dark corners

       My utmost aim ever to please;

        I love rhythms in multitude,

An anthology subsuming imagination

In variety to mark beauty in reflection

      A feast of senses in magnitude;

       I fly in the fancy-firmament

With the galaxy of infinite inklings

In the rainbow-hues on own wings 

      For sure, life-enlightenment;

       I am a poem-blossom garden

With theme-perfume, melody-honey    

With ripe-recipe of beauty-harmony

     Musing-spring all to gladden;

                                      14      65   443      22^nd Jan., 2014

                              A Review Poem on ‘The Dance of the Peacock’

                                    Published as an e-review on the anthology

https://poetvjha.wordpress.com/2013/08/08/review-poem-on-the-dance-of-peacock/