Homage To a body soaked In lust, Lost in dark, In love, Carnival. Homage To a gravitating mind In the darkness Of lust, Of love, Carnival. An effort To enlighten, Not restrain, The carnival. A shining bosom Fair, In love, in lust, Innocent soft deceit, In whispers, Of tender love And An ungrateful Fair, Shining bosom, Glossy broad lips, Steeped in lustful mood, Charged by A seductive look. (...
A happy woman I can’t be,With an unknown man with me.I fear a man in tradition,Who can put me to perdition,Of manners, music none,Of tortures, venom anew,A mother-in-law for mental torture,A father-in-law for hateful strictures,An old fabricated hell a husband is,Where tune is deaf,Where senses are numb,A husband seasoned in perversity,A pernicious human,Full of old adages. ( I had written...
Into avenues I wander,To seek a wonderOf happiness in matrimony,Unsettled in my emotion,I have no formulation,The doubts toss me heavilyFrom side to side,On which I ride,The wrestle within is alive,The calmness within me has died,Only if I mend my mental feature,Mortal love will beam into laserAnd be strengthened to fulfilment,Or else be frozen into a metal,Then none can affrontThe steady calm...
Is there anything worth a making?I stand near the elevator waiting,To thrust myself discovering,The proper route of life.I cannot get the cream,Warped by the scream,All dying reality flees,The morbid life continues,With no negotiation to make,A long endless wait,For life’s endless slate,A fistful of delights,Cragged sorrow creaks,Weeping laughter kills time,Not a preposterous shrine. (...
When an idea is propounded,A little later is confounded,How can life expound a new way,When there is breathless inhibition?Baseless fear blinds the mind,A rootless root is its kind,Tensed, confused and deformed,A massive wealth is dissolved,In a mind scattered and dismayed,The strange chronic fear betrays,The knowledge of reality to prevail.When a nascent perception of truth begins,Understanding...
The dreams So few to muse,Are deterred By new to a view,Of tomorrow Near and here,What is eclipsed Cheer or fear?What is arranged First and last?Such a plane is Life as a knife,In a bid to cut longings,Is there a wilful segregationOf the few and the trueTo ride into a dawn ofDauntless river of pride? ( Dreams are akin to myths which cannot be a reality. Even if there are a few good dreams which...
For many years our nation strived, To achieve and attain in its stride, Material development sans the spiritual, Our vain political ritual, Tangled in a web of confusion, Corruption has no inhibition, Rare opportunities for talent new, Laws framed for select few, Terrorism and hedonism thrive, In a nation which strived. One feels sorry to see its state, States fighting for their cakes, It suffers...
It is myself I turn into,To see the region of truth.But there are fumes,Blurring my inner blooms.Fumes are like dreams,Vanishing into the void.They sprawl into vengeful clouds,Like a smokescreen which shrouds,The in-most perception of reality,It devours the in-most gaiety.
( It is difficult to face reality if one does not know the hidden truth in oneself.)
My mind gets on to a trip,
When drowsiness unknown grips,
The movement of thoughts unrestrained,
I am in the world of indolence,
Absolved and unconstrained,
Sweetest slumber envelops me,
Soft, sluggish, cosy,
I descend into sleep,
Sleep shrouds me in vain,
It cannot remain,
Since the noisy whimsical world,
Breaks my transit into sleep.
( Sleep is akin to peace when there is no disturbance.)
Pick up and findA cherishable moment you can,In a life so soreWith disease and death,Haunting our closet of delights. Pick up and findA valuable thing you can,In a life so vainWith nothing to retain. Pick up and findA permanent thing you can,Clear, crystal and luminous,In a life so defiant in purpose,Concrete and clear. ( Probing one’s life helps one to know its...
