LOVE: A BLESSING OR A CURSE.

LOVE: A BLESSING OR A CURSE

 Is this an enshrine or a malediction

Nothing is obtrusive.

Except you. Except you

Except you, nothing is obtrusive in this world.

I fear, I may get fanatic to you,

I fear, you may run in my sanguine blood.

Without you I will be nothing.

I fear, Love may make me intermittent.

I feel, as if I am relinquished.

Something which exists or not.

I fear, I may get lost in the ocean of love.

 Is this an enshrine or a malediction

Nothing is obtrusive

Except you. Except you.

Except you, nothing is obtrusive in this world.

When you embrace me,

I blossom like a flower.

I have this feeling,

From many days.

Day by day, I feel

I am getting addicted to you.

I have lost myself in your love.

Is this an enshrine or a malediction

Nothing is obtrusive

Except you. Except you.

Except you, nothing is obtrusive in this world.

TEMPEST

I get startled by your call...
In the shadowy shadowy afternoon.
When I open the windows,
the smell of the wetly mud spreads everywhere around.


I see you looming up towards my home.
But don't know about that whom are
you talking with on the way for hours and hours.
That you don't have time to come.
You come then you don't.
Did you get irascible ? For which
you are restraining the summer... '

If not coming is what you resolute for,
Then why are you longing..
longing to touch me.
Destroy all the doors of sadness.
Take me with you.
By the swaying of the gusty wind.
Wet me and the volcanic skin.
You have touched my heart,
with your first droplets,
in the last monsoon.

Why do you come in the midst of August?
Interpreting the sky with different colors..
You go back..
Leaving a rainbow in my eyes..

CAPRICE

It cannot see the frond.
Nor can it  remember the stock.
Honeybee sitting on the petals of the flowers,
Leaves an impression after flying
Leaves a suspicion in mind.
Here the flower is not meant to be blamed,
Nor the honeybee is made to be acclaimed.
Honeybee can jump.
Jump and break all the doors of bondage.
Honeybee's wings can gather tons of honey,
How wonderful it is !
A honeybee is very strange .
By its humming song,
Thousands of buds bloom everyday.....

Beauty Within A Canvas...

Desideratum and dogged Determination.
To capture you within  a frame.


If your beauty had been,
Like a spotless moon,
Like a calm seashore,
Like a sand less desert,
Like  an angel,
I would have portrayed you in my imagination.


At a moment it is familiar.
The next moment it is  difficult.
Restless is your beauty.
In this city,
which makes me helpless,restless.
To  understand your beauty.


After sundry strokes of the brushes,
unfinished remains your beauty.
Consternation strikes the painter.
Before making a masterpiece,
Few creations are shattered in the canvas.
When i was about to make you mine ,
Some of your beauty got washed away,
Like a name in the sands of a beach.......

BABY

Baby your frock has so many flowers.
Though am not with you,My love is there for you.

Baby ,if I hold your hands once,
Then ,even the summer day seems like winter...
Baby,if I get a glance of you once,
Thousands of lights get en-lighted as if its a trance.

Baby , once you come into my hands,
Nor day or night,
No work no play
Not  even Sunday or all the seven days 
Are enough for me to look at you.


Baby,why shall I now search for a toy ?
When I have every joy.
Taking you into a Fairyland,
You and me will be hand in hand....