Seeking Life

Little sparrow seeks serenity of stream
from cisterns of cemented selfishness.
Smiling beaks of hope becomes ashes 
of dreams in pools of half-burnt wishes.

O! dears! Where is the springs of cloud?
You, the winged gloom collapses 
on tuneless sunsets of bottomless sky
Yet weaving rhythm of dawn in darkness.

Clipped Toes

What about tomorrows' sunrise? 
I don't know 
Yet, I am waiting for the spring.

Let me be happy in the cool refreshing
fragrance of the haunting dawns
and bathe in the cascade of smiling grace.

Hearing the cooing calls of nothingness  
from far and near.
Pages may be filled 
though heart is left barren.

Hollow words are echoing from the walls.
Faces of unknown vultures 
hide behind my tattered 

and torn wings 

for flesh
leaving bones alone.

Can the clipped toes 
cut or built to suit 
for delights of blooming sky?
Yet my eyes 'v touched the silent sea 
going far beyond the horizon.

Died for You

I die for you, you alone 
to share the tomb
of your wishes.

Behind the hues 
of my smile
live the teardrops 
of your heartbeats.
All my beauty, all my wit
gift of you dear.`

Life of my life,
the summer has come 
at my window with a sigh
But I love to be the blooming lily 
in the dawn of your soliloquy.

Phrase prompt: died for you

From fallen ashes

Standing all alone
under the moonlit sky,
the deserted lotus
seeks serenity of silvery sun rays.

Though caged in the wings 
of frozen water,
she listens the breathing tunes
of breeze for weaving smiles
from the fallen ashes.

Do you like this?

O world! you like reading 
ladies as hot candies
spicy pickle
creamy butter
of confessional feast.

Under our brain
our psyche
you walk 
up and down
searching  
signs of patronage
and place rose 
on grave 
of our frozen breast.

You can... You will

Are you the rose that grows on the rock?
Are you the lily that grows in the desert?

My child, watch that banyan tree 
growing from cracks in the concrete.

Look! Birds flying above the force of gravity,
the mighty law of mother earth

Are you a kid walking without legs?
Can’t you be the captions of your psyche?
Can’t you be the master of your destiny?

Wear the beauty of morning, though the world 
move fast neither listens nor cares.
Spread smokeless, fresh air as heavenly rainbows.

Plant a plant

Plant a plant
in brain to bury 
the half-burnt honor
hiding under the dying sky 
of your glamour.

Clinically cleaned corruption
encircles you as the trenches 
of Atlantic ocean.

Stitch silky wings
of wisdom
to fly away
from the deluge 
of ornate hypocrisy. 

Ethelene Perfume

Merry bells farewell!
Unuttered assonance under the sky
as the glowing jewels 
under your eyebrows.

Ethylene perfume ceases to flow
from the whispering wildflower.
Ripening clouds cease to fleet.

One after another the leaves are falling
as the burning candles 
under the freezing waves.

Dawn Within Me

A wish to erase the footprints 
of your raining melody 
I walked far.

The solitude of the tunes
buried deep 
under my filtering breaths. 

Found slowly 
each hour
each second
lost in your musical world
collapsed on tuneless sunsets
of your eclipsed heartbeats
to weave the rhythm 

of dawn in me.

Life a bliss and a bless

Life is nothing, but a morning rain.
The silent bless of clouds 
bloom roses in grains of sandy summer.
Why then, laments on its fall?

Wings of gloom seems to win.
Green springs of golden wings
 outshine trials of chilly autumn.

Can life be a bunch of white roses, aromatic? 
Thorns of cactus, 
starless moonless nights
nurture veins of dawns in life.

Humanity, a feel of melting candle 
decays by glowing  
yet brightens orbiting dark. 

Let's love cosmic space in little things
Walk on silver lines in starless sky.
Melody of life flows streams in deserts
albeit birds migrate in silence from you.

Reflections

Lifeless life and selfless self
Mindless mind and heartless heart
Parting by life and parting by death
Smile in pain and pain in smile
All in world as parts of life.

Dark in light as wounds of moon
Melting candle decays out 
Yet pours light out 

though darkness revolves.

Nurture in vein or hurt in vein
Which brings wonder and bless in life?

Open your mind, open your heart
Shower your grace as streams of love
Wash your life and makes it new.

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Winter Butterflies

His knocks wait 
to grow in green breeze 
to reach the last rainbow  
burns up behind 
the moonlit weaving shades.

He dozes on grass 
bewildered, barren
near the glow-worm
to see the sphere in glee.

The blank blanket of winter
falls on his gates of heaven.
Mirage the nesting of spring.
The blue butterflies spread out wings.

Weeps the muse
inside the seashell in the rolling tides.
Bleeding the tattoos ink
in the slips and slides of stormy wind 
in the surging sea to pick up sail.

Bubbling Brooks

I screamed helplessly
before falling 
from the starry sky.

Standing alone silently
Watching other stars twinkling 
winking with sheer delight.

I opened my eyes to see 
the bubbling brooks in us
Yet soundless shades of darkness

Let our dreams sigh endlessly 
Walking along the shore, 
Wishing you soft goodbyes
With salt washed eyes.

This  poem is based on the phrase, " salt washed eyes"

Roars

                         

                           Howling wind
                           raises waves to the shore.
                          Can separate waves and sea?

                                
                                Waves retreat
                                after sounding sands
                                albeit the roaring lift waves
                                creating ripples.

Seeking

Seeking...

searching....

silently... 

in pools of words 

to fly from

the famine in brain.

Wings of her

fades from the finger tips 

of celebrations hide

in the pages of pearly water.

She is waiting

for the sunshine

though naked 

in midst 

of strange echoes

of weeping waves

 to merge

into the free flight
 
of sighs

soaring
 
from the lullabies far.

Throwing Pebbles

Numbness trickles solitude.
An indifferent murmur
swallows misty miles 
of silence.

You throw pebbles now and then
into wave-less pools of memory
Ripples, sometimes in ecstasy
traumatic often.

Sanctuary resides in melodious silence!
Refining fire thrills in
sipping cups of burning sea!

Blooming for you

Thousands of years 
of solitude 
as salty sea 
around  dry lands
you have wandered
lonely for me 
carrying my name 
in invisible ink
sensing life 
to feel my breathing.

Your whisper 
changes my world 
as colouring canvas
where I forget 
colouring 
green leaves early.

Waiting to be imprisoned 
in clouds 
to reach you.

Let me float 
through the breeze 
to the far coast lands 
where you wait 
for me 
with thousands of eyes.


( based on the picture)

I will.......

When I am mine, can life be a drama?
world, a stage?
Can I be an idle dreamer on the shore?

Life's wheel keeps moving 
through risks 
though miseries come as thieves.

Elements of fortune
often be cut off from sight
as the rewards of olive falls .

Can tempests of time cool the fire in my blood?
Let me crawl upon hills and valleys, 
cross stormy waves
just for the sake of the love of LIFE.

September Rain

The valley below the path 
the angel walks isn't green.
Hears she the silent sigh
of the setting sun 
in the queen of Arabia*..

Up above the horizon
miles and miles away
she fingers the veins 
of purple lipped petals
of solace.

A sudden shower 
of September clouds
on shore
though oft the tides wash. 

Fresh Harvest

Tangled stream
wakes up 
from the sluggish aura.

The singing skylark 
sets off flying 
in the dawn of lurking smile.

Her glowing eyes 
watch the heavens
of berries in the vales far.

Listen that murmuring heart! 
Does it echoes the spreading green
on the hues of the wings 
of her rainbows once lost?

Let her breathe the fresh zephyr
for weaving the fairy meadows 
of violet and yellow
where the bubbling water gushes.

Once more......

Listening lullaby of streams,
though from far.
Oft I forget thy flow in my veins
A missing face, 
A fading dream
Fragments of forgotten hopes.

Yet your memory, 
A feather touch
Offers again sky for my wings.

Let me nest on the branch 
of that wounded soul.
Once more....
Every hue, you left me
waiting for our locked dreams.