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