An Ode to You

There shall always be an ode on my grateful lips,
For your twinkling eyes, which have kissed them my beloved !



When the perfumed moonlight kisses the virgin Arabian sands,
The fingers of my longings shall caress your sleep, as dreams of me.

Hark ! Somewhere far far away, a guitar strums the notes of intoxication,
Does it summon our enchanted loves to a tango of ecstasy ?




Seas frozen on the peak of Himalayas; the cold ice are my tears for you,
They will melt silently in the warm sunshine of life; the ever pure Ganges!!

How many ages have passed since, I have lost the count of my breaths now,
When the soft satin of your skin wrapped me in its embrace the first time ever...




And today a barren, haunting silence, like a huge, dead and cold glacier,
Quietly stands, where the gardens of our laughters bloomed in the springs..

A song, born when the tender lips of time first kissed those of the eternity,
It still resonates in my soul; a place hollowed by pain, when you left me forever.




The board of life, made of squared chunks of breaths, shades of black and white,
The hands of clock moves pieces at will, left and right and up and down; all of us.

And one thing that I know now for sure my love, after all these games,
Fate is the best player, the uncrowned king, of the Chess a round here...

The Rain

Drops of musk fell from the petal,

Lime fresh, which was bathed in gentle showers

The rains have arrived !!!

The sheet of green, all dry and dustladen,

Is washed and renewed in the torrents of joy,

Drops pitter-patter on the tender shoots.

Frogs croak hoarse and the peacocks dance drunk,

Grasshoppers and crickets chirp opera in the dark.

Grass and trees sway with the notes of gale and swoon !

Nights are darker; they wear cloaks of clouds,

There is a li'l more ice in the martini of the breeze.

Silently falling on me, the raindrops seduce !

A thousand suns rise, in the puddles made overnight,

Every child in the village now owns a swimming pool.

Heavens smile with glee, when the kids jump and play.

I watch and wonder. It's all so magical; the almighty's miracle !

An intoxicated life dances, high on the divine elixir from the skies.

May our children and theirs to come, be blessed by it; Forever !

Amen...

HAUNTED HOUSE

The eternal wanderer of the nights,

Walks in the skies, with his half-lit lamp.

Silently, the black sea watches with its watery eyes,

Atop the nearby dark, accursed hills.

A lonesome house stands; quiet or dead since long,
Colours of the walls faded forever; into nothingness.

Haunted, ruined remains of bricks and cement,
No doors, no windows; no owner, no tenant.

A hundred seasons, have gone by silently now,
And a hundred more shall; unnoticed, unwelcomed.

There was some story, as to why the house is so,
Yet even the winds have forgotten, those sad songs now.

I stand at my window and watch it,
Every day and night and wonder about it all.


And then I know, as I do everytime that,
I am the sea and the moon ; the haunted house ?


It is just my reflection in the mirror !!!

Phool

हर ज़ख्म मेरे दिल में जो लगें हैं,

इक इक क्यारी की तरह हैं ए दोस्त !

अपने दर्दों के बीज बो देता हूँ इनमें ॥

ग़मों की थोड़ी कड़ी सी धूप,

थोड़ी ठंडी छाँव मुस्कुराहटों की,

और कुछ भीगी बरसातें आंसुओं की ...

ये जो तुम कहते हो कि मेरे चेहरे पे हमेशा

फूलों सी प्यारी हँसी खिली रहती है ,

शायद वो बीज अब उग गए हैं .......

Come close to me my beloved; very close,
Let our shadows merge together in darkness.

Let our hearts beat with each other,
We are in an embrace, skin to skin.

Steal your breaths from me and let me steal yours,
Together we move up and down together; storms of passion dance!

Tattoo ourselves on one another, forever,
Your teeth sunk in me and mine in you, deep indeed!

Flames of love turn hotter than hell’s,
Embers of lust fly, burning us; damned to the core!

Our bodies are crushed in high tides of wildness,
As we battle to wrest our souls from one another’s grip.

Drowning in the seas of our own sweat,
We sail on each other’s body; making love!

The sap of life courses in my veins now,
I taste the elixir from its fountain; your lips!

Identities are lost, somewhere beyond everywhere,
Drunk on spirit of our souls, existence reels in a trance.

An unquenchable blood thirst; famished I am for your flesh,
Sands of eons trickle by, yet the hunger remains alive; for more!

Highest of gods I am; an immortal warrior!
In the arms of my victor, I shall sleep tonight….

Hookah

The pipe of love, I pick in my hands,
Quietly I savour the dusky smoke of life,
From the hubble-bubble, made of my brittle dreams.

Embers of time, slowly burn;incense of my hearbeats rise
Suffused of the inebriating aroma; of ripe apples ?
In dreamlands, far away, my soul happily flies.

With each hearty puff, a tender intoxication mingles,
Into the crimson ale, coursing through my veins.
A cocktail of joys and sorrows brewed, ages.

Ashes,flakes of memories, silently collect on top,
So soft! I tenderly touch.Yet they singe the fingers!
I simply blow them away, into oblivion.

Air,Water and fire, all jumbled together in harmony!
Yet seems like cosmos arranged in a bizzare mix of paradox.
Silently I watch the bubbles go up and down...


Puff, puff, puff !!!

Hmmmm

Well, it has been a long long time since I posted something on my blog. Why i write blog or anybody for that matter will always remain a mystery to me.Maybe we all want that piece of cake, which Mr. Andy Warhol immortalised as '15 minutes of fame' or maybe there is some spiritual purpose.

I think they might as well be like marks u put on a jungle trail..so that u can find ur way back. Only in this case there is no way back. Time is a forest that keeps on growing like some stubborn bush. And then these blogs will become like old sepia toned photographs in the Album as we had in the olden days.

May be U will come back , have a look and sigh at the good ol' days when something churned in u to type so many words, the meaning of which even u will not be able to comprehend after u have written them.Yet it is always heartwarming to come and have a sneak-peek at these frozen thoughts that have ran amuck in my three and a half pound brain for sometime and forced me to put them down on this electronic marvel of internet.

Right now, as I type all this, I am sitting in my company, Yokogawa's Saudi Arabia office. it is a nice place, save for the heat and the sand-storms that I have seen in a few days. The whole of world in a dusty haze as someone has given a good beating to an old dust-laden bedsheet. A fine spray of particulate suspended throughout the atmosphere, making it look like a hallucination. The work also is going at a slow pace in the office amidst the chaotic business issues.
My life itself has gone a little topsy-turvy. Though the reason I cannot disclose here, a few people know about this and I hope everything goes on smoothly without anybody being hurt, including me. On this trip I have seen how the world makes lying masks out of men and the selfishness is raw and scathing.

Reading only J. Krishnamurti; wish could have met the man and have a walk with him.The words are so simple and direct that they slip through the comprehension, which has of late become crooked. I remember a song by Enigma. It is called 'Return to innocence'. How fit a song!
Something is getting lost as the heart's sap of innocence dries in the sands of so called practicality and normalit. The quagmire thus forming corrupts everything pure, all around. the residue left is hatred, envy and anger.

Is there a way out of all this, not only for me but for all of us. Some want to find it and others are either plainly oblivious or not bothered to understand. Not that I claim to get the full meaning, yet I feel I am trying to.

God ! i must be going mad, with all this mad blabbering and typing.Hope no one reads this blog..
Am stopping here..hope to return sometime with a calmer and saner mind..

Adieu...