Dancing by the moonlit river

Dancing by the moonlit river
In a trance I was….lost……
The world was spinning its course
Life was spinning its web
And I was lost in a maze.
I gave up to the maze
Conceded my decisions to its designs
Resigned to a fate full of mysterious turns.
Every turn shows me a new world
Every turn changes my attitude
Every Samaritan seems a friend.
In its passages I have lived my life
Passions carving my next turn
And guiding my next principle.
Its walls have given me legends
And poems so beautiful….
I have fallen in love with paintings
On its listless walls.
I have lived for an eternity now…..
I will dance forever….
I will be reborn with the first drizzle….
I am dancing by the moonlit river….

Let one lamp be alight....

Let one lamp be alight, lest we get lost.
Let one door be open, lest everything becomes dark.
Let one hope remain, lest there be despair.

Let it be the beacon to those lonely hearts….
That grope around listless through
Those mazes in the night and
Are blinded by the day.

Lets keep up the vigil till dawn….
When hope sprouts anew,
When a new day shows her promise,
We start anew with vigor and strength.

There would be strength to see
This weak night through….
There would be joy in the strength
As the light would show us the night’s mysteries.

It would show our smile and tears,
Be it in despair and pain or in faith and hope.
And the one lamp would have touched a
Thousand hearts through this dark night.

Let there be music to calm us down,
Let there be wine to warm us up,
Let there be company to cheer us up,
Let there be light to see.

So, let one lamp be alight….

It was an evening like any other….

It was an evening as any other.
Light was dying as any other dusk.
Birds were going back with gay laughter.
The earth was settling down to silence and the night.

We were walking that daily stretch,
Amid a slight drizzle, with the air damp,
The road straight, the moon serene.
I was holding her hand.

There did not seem to be a future….
Nor was there any past to contemplate.
We were not talking, nor were we thinking.
What was present was ease, with ourselves.

There was beauty all around,
In nature and it was reflected through her,
Clarified to purity by her.
There has never been a more beautiful sight.

My mind plays strange tricks on me.
Who had been a strange neighbor for a year,
Had become my dearest, of immense importance.
I had new ideas, I started flowing.

What had been passing glances
Became moments of worship.
What had been a shallow acquaintance
Became a bond of faith and trust.

She was nurturing me, with care,
And I was growing into a man.
I was happy with the trust and the warmth.
My soul was responding to her calls to live.

We decided to turn back,
I caught a whiff of her fragrance.
I knew she was the one chosen.
I could now move mountains.

We walked on….

To be worthy....

Like how an upturned rock reveals moisture,
You have shown me living life.
I have been purged all this time and
I find you standing in meaning like the ultimate truth.
You are my prevailing charm….
Will you light up my body like how my soul is glowing
With your health and love?
Will you be my temptress,
Like how you are my teacher,
setting my heart on a rasping flight?
What does it take to move the heavens to bless men….
What does it take to be worthy….of you?

The Love Tree

In our heart there is a tree that bears the fruits of our soul.
Of the labors of love and sacrifice.
It blooms in our spring and lies dormant in our autumn.
Beautiful birds perch on its swaying branches and
Consume its seeds and consummate its partake in loving.
It gives to all in joy and takes only pleasure and pain,
Nothing in between.
Through its loving, it spreads across the span of the earth.
May my loving be in giving and not in asking.
May it free me to be beautiful.
And may it come to me like how I have loved you.

The Collector

Your presence lies scattered all around my home.
Like those stars around the moon,
They brighten me to your eyes.
At day, I go unnoticed into another world.
In such times, I gather those stars closer to me,
In a wishful indulgence. Who can explain this
Greed in me to collect what is about you.
Let me be the collector and you can be the creator,
And I will relive beauty, yet again…..

Captured Heart

Not that there is no happiness is my life.
But this life doesn’t seem like a living.
The day looks long even now as it started.
Filled with nothing but myself and sanity.
The climate is wonderful and memories come to me
Of when my soul was warm and cozy in custody.
Now it is free to roam and all it finds is your worship.
Now it is unchained, yet held here by a force invisible.
What can I have left when my heart has been captured?

One Beautiful Thought

In the delightful evening so breezy
The reeds were swaying back and forth.
The birds were rejoicing another day’s end.
The flowers were showing off their evening airs.
And you were there, shining over them
With your embracing silence,
As they received you, tender moon.
They fell quiet at this juncture
As your charm lulled them to sleep,
With a thousand quiet prayers,
With a thousand wonderful memories,
But with one beautiful thought…. You.

I wander alone these silent nights.

I wander alone these silent nights.
I walk those deserts,
Every direction correct,
Every circle perfect,
Every path prudent.

I wander alone these silent nights.
I wade through those brooks,
I scale those peaks,
Every fall is fatal,
Every summit is victory,
Every step an achievement.

I wander alone these silent nights.
I glide over those plains,
Every feature vivid,
Every landmark dwarfed,
Every river a mere line.


I wander alone these silent nights.
I sail those unruly seas,
Every wave is yielding,
Every storm is fought,
Every port is visited.

I have been a mere man,
And this a mere night,
Both among the uncountable.
O’ how small I am
And how much smaller my world.

That Simple Smile

Of the fleeting moments of love,
Of the unfathomable lust and
Of the so very human hatred,
What still remains is that simple smile.
The smile that radiates all over the face
And sparkles in the eye.
From which emanates a cozy warmth.
It feels like the safety of the womb when
The gaze of that smile beholds me.
The moment is elevated into an emotion,
As I choke with my smallness to God,
Who shows in the smile so pure.
In its truth expressed, yet unsaid,
In its meaning so deep,
In its love so evident.

I don’t know what I don’t have!

I am at my lonely best.
In half lived emotions are my days,
As my world shapes its destiny.
In wonderful memories are my nights,
As my soul wanders in those distant meadows.
In bright hope are my mornings,
As my mind is inspired by possibilities;
I don’t know what I don’t have.

Rush....

In what a rush we live,
in what a rush we leave....

With what zeal we create,
with what abandon we destroy....

with what labour we collect,
with what flambuoyance we squander....

with what impunity we fight,
with what meekness we surrender....

with what a heart we give,
with what a coldness we refrain....

with what innocence we love,
with what cruelty we perceive....

In what a rush we live,
in what a rush we leave....

And then.....

There is a sea in my eyes
A desert in my heart
An orchard in my soul
Chaos in my mind
And yet, there you are,
Somewhere within me,
Like a diamond lost in a
Treasure of gold and silver.
And so, there is beauty;
And then, there are these words.

I saw you.....

I saw the sun rising from the sea to its glory.
I saw you in that moment of freshness.
Sunshine on my shoulders and you in my mind make me high.

The moon shines over me in this silent night's journey.
I felt you in that moment of quiet reflection.
A moonbeam on my brow and you in my heart make this moment so lovely.

When I....

When I saw gold and diamonds,
When I walked through those mountains high,
When I touched those clouds dark,
When I waded through that brook clear,
I was still meek in wonder at nature.

When I walked those dreary streets with you,
When I held those hands so delicate,
When I beheld your smile so genuine,
When I kissed those eyes so pure,
When I was held by your thoughts so lovely,
I was one with the Gods.

Why do my eyes burn?

Why do my eyes burn?
Why doesn’t the dust settle?
I rub my eyes,
There are a few tears,
And alas, it is today….
As this revelation occurs,
I see two reflections of me in the mirror.
You are beside me
Like I am a king and
You my crown’s beauty.
My conscious courts you
With these wonderful words.
My unconscious maroons me
In your pleasure.
I look for my thoughts I have labored
To write a song that would play forever,
In your splendor, of your beauty.
In this moisture in my eyes,
I feel your rise within me.
As I close my eyes again,
Your thoughts arise,
And I ponder in a corner….
Why do my eyes burn?
Why doesn’t the dust settle?

Moments in my solitude

When I am sitting here,
When I close my eyes,
Go do those sore sights
Comes does your smile
Like infant grass
To my blessed lips.

When I am sitting here,
When the breeze ruffles my hair,
Go do those aches
Comes does your care
To my weightless soul.

When I am sitting here,
When I feel this fragrance,
Go do those worries
Comes does your touch
Like the saving rain
To my parched heart.

When I am sitting here,
When this music wafts along,
Go do my acts
Comes does your grace
Like the perfection of time
To my tired body.

When I am sitting here,
When my thoughts come to you,
Go do my rationale
Comes does your name
Like words to a poor poet
To my caroused tongue.

I have....

In my self,
I have been God.
In my imagination,
I have created.
In a brightness,
I have seen beauty.
Like a creeper around a tree,
I have felt love all over me.
Like a fruit on its branch,
I have seen me bear its fruit.
Like a pine in the cold,
I have pined for the sky.
I have rafted the rapids,
I have run behind mirages,
I have been to the end of the sky,
I have been locked up,
I have been loved,
I am alone.

The Archway of Roses

When I sit alone, I let my heart wander.
It hastens, sure of the way,
To her gate. The archway of roses
Looks like its solace and it courts
Those flowers with such abandon.
Bathing in their fragrance and
Rejoicing their many colors.
And spirals into the heavens, in the
Anticipation of its future. But it knows
Not, only the gate has been touched.
The gardens are vast, and the flower
Beds hold such marvels. It lingers
At the gate with impatience.
It heeds my call to this earth.
It waits for me to let it go again,
To the archway of roses, where the
Moon shines over her sleep.

Charmed

One thread holds me back,
Like a golden rule that must be observed.
The strength of an ox and the will of a man’s
Is all void to this silken strand.
Like faith that moves mountains, It allows me to fly.
Sure is its grip whilst I soar and
Strong is its chiding when I glide into an abyss.
The mightiest is quelled at its heart,
Such is a man’s heart charmed by beauty.