Life On Window Sills

She is still 

Sleeping under the sill

Each night 

When stars look down

She is crawling 

Under the window sill

Shivering all night

And wishing for clean water

I suppose and may be 

Hybernating might help a bit, although

Not everyday can the pair of pigeons 

Get to do, what they plan to, despite

Having built a home, and trying to

Raise a small family, the unforeseen

Took away their efforts, home rumbled

Earth devoured the fallen birdlings

Huge wind blown towards them,

No one guessed or predicted

How it all ended..

Alas! the birds looking over from the Window sills

Singing the songs of departure...

For a lonely traveller, that was

Their very own meaning 

Of existence, courtship and life..

Who can wipe their unflown tears

Or pray for their departed

Precious little being

They ever tried to raise

Seasons come and seasons go

Life goes on forever.. more

To A Brave New World To Behold!

The world

It is so beautiful

You have to be alive

To enjoy the morning light

It is always bland if you just stare and stand

The world 

Is beautiful just so

You may find your life 

To Adore and admit your 💕 to the beloved

Life may never be the same

You may or may not find your dream

Yet, in this life

A dozen times in and out

Of the rustic fields of faith and hope

You may be looking as if never born in hope

Of finding your true dream come alive

Yet to be found, 

Yet to be bound in a labyrinth

Of passion that takes you above the ground

Into a heaven over the eleventh

Seemingly impossible

Yet a delicate and darling

Love from above all else

Tender as a rose

Slender as a gossamer of ancient prose

Giving the love of lost eras of Eros

Bringing the brilliance

Of a healthy furnace over a heath

To bring joy and a fresh breath

When the seasons are yellow in gold

Drenched in freezing cold

Fortunately all the crops are already

Ready and behold, in a mound 

Of paddy for cattle and bold

Feeding the hungry and old…

A day after dawning the kindness 

Fighting the brutal with rebuttal and caring the frail

May the bright days lead you 

To a new era 

In this bold new world

Pouring love and regards for 

Sustenance and solid friendship

To greet, meet and be sweet

To one another after

Ever after and after

Finding

The very brave New World!

Look! Behold!

Friends, Help Friends

I need to borrow my voice

Seems to have gone

Away for some time 

To a distant planet unknown

Or may be a Universe 

Yet to have come

To exist, live, let live 

Stopping those who resist...

I will not worry,

Say, Noreen is here!

My dear friend of mine!

A Woman As A Burning Lava

Burning like lava

From eons unto 

The endless eternity

My feelings and emotions

You know not how you

Create waves of agony

That no ocean can

Soothe it or breathe it

I look for you

Day or night

Never missing one

Heart beat, hoping 

Beyond hopes that 

You would come to 

Senses one day, yet

Here I am lonely and

Waiting in vain and

Intense pain...

Message From Some Distance

Tonight, you sleep tight!

Alas! Winter is at it’s heights

Disarm your mind of worries

They hold no cover from the shivers

As you think of them artists and singers

Living until yesterday,

Until the days turned gloomy

Nights were solitary

Room mates and mates

Turned into strangers

Leaving one with loss and

Of never ending woes,

Or ever finding even their shadows

As the Sun is sinking,

Leaving One with a cloudy

Starless, no moon night

Not even a bird cried that night

Still, 

In the mind, a ray of hope

That, dawn will be nearby

Spring will clear the mist

All the mystic abandonment

May one day lead to

Songs of choir

Singing His grace 

O divine travellers

We trail behind singing

In Chorus

Will meet you there!

Until then

Carry the torch you lit

To the future

And more!

Weaving A Million Tunes

Wish I was more away from you

Night or day, I find you

As if hidden behind all the things

Said or unsaid, told or untold..

As they unfold each day, 

Every moment as if out of blue!

Love to pretend, I did not 

Notice your deep azure looks

Deeper than the ocean

Bringing the stars from deep skies

Nearer and dearer,  

The sparkle of the twinkling stars

Are brightened by your smile

As charming as the sweet smell of jasmine

Coming from mother Radha's garland

Bringing home the melody of

Bansuri as if the music beats

In my heart as the flow in my veins

Gets the touch of your lips

Singing thousands of songs, alluring

As every cell and particle

Reverberates in the music of

Your endless love and rejoice in supreme happiness

In the melody of loving Mohana Raga notes!

Phenomenal Verses! Yo!

I wrote a few words

'One plus one

Is it not two?' I meant to write.

In fact the words 

were like, 'one and one,

Don't make two,

One and one stand eleven.'

I deleted every word,

Thought they were 

O so boring,

I can write better, 

Deleted them all, with a grin

So silly you letters, I thought.

Just for a while.

Only...

Charging at me in chagrin

The words, like angry mob 

O' Elephants, about to 

Throw me down

Stumple me like grain

Out of a field of corn

Were coming to attack

Angrily, with wrath, 

O my! I was aghast, and

Begged them to calm down 

So I would be spared 

For another dawn

I asked, how can they be so mad at me?

They were disappointed,

To see me write 

As and how I desired,

Although they could be 

Yellow or Aqua Blue

Could be creating so much disharmony,

With no clue, yet

They come in nicely

Robed, cultured and

Sophisticated like ladies

Or Gentlemen in a prayer hall

Or at a tea party, wearing hat and all,

Following the rules

Of Haiku to Limerick(u)

None of them, are what they desire,

They like to behave like a bee,

With free verse and style,

Creators of their maine

In their conscious fame or name

Not jargoned into some

Style of Dick Van Dyke's 

Sing-along popping in

Mary Poppins show and likes

We can make an epic 

Come back, if we pick

The lines we chose

The care we can share

As humanity grows

Wise and mature,

What matters is the

Heart indeed,

Not your bureau of dramatics

Punching one here,

Crunching some there

Cooking up soup of  Catamarans of crocodiles 

In huge crocks, crackened 

To shake or stack until end

What good does a metered

Poem do, if not provide

A light or brilliance, 

Motivate one to create

Down with your hypocrisy 

Down with your boredom 

Why not cherish freedom

Of thought and liberty

With choosing words

Having depth and meaning

Not just to greet

Or be a visual treat

To bounce back

From being crushed

Springing up

As a 'Phenomenal woman's'

Work of creativite art

Being a part of human's

Mais non seulement

Couture de Paris au France

et Italy ou Madrid,  

But of everyone, hence

Tout le monde,

Pour l'histoire et future!

Said them verses, Phenomenal!

Ain't that true.. thought I..