To You I Wait...

I felt my heart 
While walking along the garden
Are you here among these flowers?
Can't be....
You like hiding when I cry aloud to sky.

 I searched your warmth of presence
 While in library.
 In which book 
 You offer heart and soul
 Of the halls of ivy?

 Do you hear my weeping 
 From beyond the horizon,
 You beckoned me to wait?
 Recall the hour I bade you farewell.
 We hid us within.






Author notes: An attempt in the romantic way of writing.

Tree, tell how you .....

Who went to heaven
To bring you beloved
To teach us how to grow and live?

You inhale venom
Exhale smile of life!
Feeding  unknown cattle!
The waking stick of  the earth
Teach us how to lead life.

You bear burning heat
Chilling storm 
Then how do you spread freshness
By branches of shade?

You, the shelter of wanderers;
The nest of  species
I wonder how you 've become 
The embodiment 
Of light and goodness.
Walking towards life of light
Though birth in the shadows of darkness
Under the earth!

How do you shower the  fruits of grace
Albeit get wounds of stoning?

Drought or winter
Your roots move fetching
Water as ants!

Begin to shed leaves
If less in bless of sun
Yet their embrace
Makes the sand fertile!

Learn! you man
How they hug
Delicate climber or creeper 
As own partners
Of sweets of longing.

Bless of nature,
Teach us how we should live
If heavy rainfall
Or hailstorms
Uproot our dreams
From the parched  way 
Of our sandy life.
 

Thrown out Thorn

Thrown out thorn you are !
 Your children
 whom you crowned as diamonds
 have left you untouchable.

 You can't be a good omen
 for the toil and darkness
 you have faced for them.

Once you were the light 
of their morning,
rising sun of starless sky.

 Now
 your first born will use an iron bar,
 shaft of spear  for the second
 to hug you.

 When you look for light
 they will turn it gloom and darkness.
Your crown has vanished from the head
 Consuming fire you have become.
    
 Why don't you lift up your eyes
 to watch where the flock
 before they have bring darkness?
 Now your feet stumble
 on the mountains at twilight

 All will come when you forsake yourself
 and abandon heritage of life
Are those birds of prey around you now ?
 Let them....
 They are the flesh and blood
 of sophisticated hypocrisy
 to paint the pools of gratitude!
        

My teacher...

  Radha teacher, an angel
  Wrapped in sunlight
  Filled with wisdom
  Dispersed strength and inspiration
  In words and deeds while I was in school.

  Anyone near her
  Absorbed radiating glance of wisdom
  To dwell in the midst of glory
  As planets around sun.

  For me she was the mother
  Of  love, of fear,
  Of hope, of  knowledge.
  Her politics was teaching, teaching,
  Teaching and teaching.
  Not poli-tricks or preaching ethics.

 Like red rose beside stream
 I grew watching at her gates
 And waited at her doors.
 She gave wide space for my tender steps
 As her right hand resting still on my brain.
She was green, white and blue
I grew in those hues of light.

That day I remembered
When I melted in shame,
She took my hand in hand
Showed the sky and sea
Said nothing but looked at my eyes
To glow in light as the waking stick
In her hand.


















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Seven Hilled City

Where do I start?
Is it fit to write?
The end of world is taught.
Is His will?  Mine or yours?

Flying around in heaven  forever
 In some disembodied states...
That dream, my hobby.

Will I go some place,
Or he will be here?

While the shepherds abode in the fields
The angels announced the good news.
Now Emmanuel, the hope 
The saviour in times of troubles
Though stranger in the land
 Like a traveler, turning aside for the night,
Like someone confused,
A mighty warrior
Who can't help in me.

If The Son is here, The Father 'll be here. 
To raise my body to a new life.

I will be changed.
He will lift my drooping hands 
Strengthen weak knees
Make straight path for feet.

Image of man in heaven
From the man of dust?!
If so,  where O death,  your victory
Or your sting?

The spirit upon me
The words,  he planted in my tongue
Shall not depart.
I will be set from the bondage 
Of decay to the freedom of joy.

Thus the earth will be changed
Heaven will be changed
Why should I enjoy eternity in heaven,
Why shouldn't it be here?.

Ode to India

Standing
ON
The tears, the blood
The words, the deeds
Of martyrs, can you guess from
Where the wilderness overflows Indus,
The beauty of beauty,
The purity of purity ?

Can you remember the glorious past?
Nalandha gave you bread
Takshila poured you honey
While you hid at the shade of Mighty Himalaya.
Saw shadow of Buddha near Mahavira,
Swam gracefully in the depths
of the Ganges and the Yamuna.

Watch you now the God's own country!
Moving in darkness!
Growth in dust and dirt!
Burning heat on wet  land!
Shower of bribing!
Digging wells of corruption!
Borrowing wastes of globe!
Cutting veins of love!

You killed Muhammad,
So I would kill Rama!
Cancer spreaded from
The Arabic Sea to the Bay of Bengal
As the breeze changes to the tempest.

Awake!  Arise!
Future of motherland
From the tomb of worms.
Again you wish venom of viper
As the reward of betray?

Where dears the breath of Harappa culture?
Feet of Huansang touched once
 Mahabharata where Gandhari
Smiled while Dhroupati shouted.
Pearl and pepper beckoned Gama here.
Yet we forgot the heap of lighting lamps.
 
Bend was your back with loads of many.
Now away from the rust of ancient fears.
From the dark of ignorance,
To the light of knowledge
We moved.
A bless we became!
The touch stone of all!

Ray of hope...
For your tears
For your blood
Oh! martyrs!
Silver lines of brains.
Not a single flesh-less bone.

Let the healing fountain starts
Against the ice and frost
Of late spring of hatred.
Let we be the sunshine drying the mud
Of venom in hearts
To lead light and hope.

Waves Again

Your waves and billows crushed me

Again and again 

On the little churchyard of love.

My bones out of joint and melted within...

You left me off in the dark clouds..

Thy silence, the roaring of seas...

The roaring of waves..

With burnt offerings I 've waited

As dry weary land for feast of rain.

Now came back to my breath

Made gateways of morning

To beat heart for you in weaved rhythm

Heat of thy care consumed me again.

Before I was aware

My fancy set me in chariot beside you 

I slept, yet my heart was awake

Flowers appear again

Day breathes and shadows flee

Now you are  the blood 
of my heart....
I dwell in that wine..