Sunday, 11 August 2013

A fall

A fall

I had fallen down before
into deep gorges 
of solitude and isolation
and I never knew, a fall could be so lovely
It was always, the fall
then one day I met a wanderer
who said"dont be afraid,you can jump"
"but I wont catch you"
"How can I not be afraid?"
"Jump and I will teach you,to fly"
I have fallen many times since then
and now I know
falls can be painless,lovelier 
and filled with love
always we fall down....
yet we are not crystals to be broken
everytime....
we can fly as we fall....


Snowfall

tsnowfall

Last voyage, the snow had fallen-
the first snowfall in ages
we were also waiting for the snow
wherever we went looking for snow
they said"last winter the snowfall was unusual"
the memories in white, they recalled with pleasure
and we could see a winter in their eyes....
a white blanket that covers all terrains
yet not the warmth but the chills
that sting like ten blades on shoulders
I bent down before your might
O beautiful soft snow
I was so unprepared to meet u
I accidently came across u
and was not sophisticated in my greeting
I was plain and crude....

and you chilled the breath out of me!

Beauty

It was the first time I experienced a sight like that
she was standing in all her glorious beauty
but a pathetic look spread through her eyes
of all the beautiful and powerful women I have met,
this one alone did not seem to enjoy the spotlight
she was dressed in red, holding the hand of an eligible bachelor
she was gazing intensely at a painting...
of all the paintings that would attract beauties
this one was an insignificant piece of art
all done in grey and blue...
the artist himself had given up hopes on it
if colours could stimulate forgotten memories
painful truths or
may be even an unpleasant past life connection
this could be one such revelations
only I was caught in the middle...
later the artist spoke of the painting as
psychically automated; 'come again'
the exact psychic frequencies generated
in its creation could stimulate
another person in the same frequency!
how stupid of u? it works for the whole lot
of literatures and art, then why only this painting?
its special! conjured up from a dream,
and interpreted by an expert as 
potentially dangerous to the mind, it was kept there
to attract or disturb the right person..
what a horrible idea!
you should be a sadist!
'no! I am on the breakthrough of
generating the most advanced form of mind control'
'thatz not possible raphael! Its against the laws',
'laws are created to be broken'
'but why the effort on somebody else?
and not you?'
somebody else is the guinea ...
somebody else is always the guinea....


Warrior of the East


warrior of the east

of all the warriors the army had ever seen
he was the invisible one
who possessed the commanders in chief,
a mystery....leading to umpteen murders...
and one day,when the Queen of death herself
led her army, she was a sight to see
on her horse, she was possessed by the spirit of the warrior
to this day, no numbers could faithfully settle
the lives of the  people she killed..
and now after her damned death...
the ghost who crossed the lens of an
unassuming photographer, drove him to suicide
that picture still shocks the world

and names the unknown fears in many hearts

The Maiden

The Maiden

It was a long wait...
and the alerts proved false, twice
I had instructed the man on duty
'call me if u see whales,in deep atlantic
even at midnight'
but the whales proved too tricky
they kept the distance and travelled in groups
I was left alone in the darkest hours of the night
searching for any creature of the sea...
All had gone to sleep,yet I stopped by the pothole
the twinkling starry waters and me,
didnt it just blink at me? O milky moon
when did u become so golden?
The Sea was dancing intoxicated in the flashlight-
rays of the moon
and the distant silences came closer..
suddenly a whisper in my ears!
It was the wind?!
'look at me, and see the transformation'...
a dolphin gushed out of waters and in the heavenly
light, was transformed
into a maiden in white,
a flash and it was Gone
and gone was my sleep for days...
Why do I think so much? they asked
not thinking makes navigation easy
and thinking reveals the magic around!


Garden of Divinity

Garden of Divinity

Deep beyond the visiblevalleys
of Kashmir, lies a mortally hidden valley
known only to the divine creatures
who transcend the path...
I call it The Garden of Divinity
A place of thousand unknown wild flowers
A place that would make a botanist mad
A place that would be the paradise for lovers
but so hidden and placed between steep hills
only tough climbers and determined seekers
have graced the land....
Every day, varieties of butterflies seen 
in the whole world flutters by this heavenly abode
Edelweiss along with many mountain beauties and orchids
stand in divine meditation...
a place never without flowers, always pink,blue and white
One day I will take you there....
the beauty of the land shone in the eyes
and a thousand cosmic forces mingled to blend
the golden yellow of the eyes,
Have you imprisoned the Sun in your eyes?


climb on to Mt.Abu and find peace
climb on to Himalayas and find all that you
missed in your life, the answers reveal on its own!

My Source

My Source

The search began from eternity...
From the altars of churches
to the lonely streetworn, abandoned faces
I was searching for you...
The lives of great seekers, paths of lunatic fanatics
travellers and renouncers
all spoke of the magnetic power of the source!
How can you manifest so differently
to each one?
Each path so uniquely different and beautiful
Ecstatic seekers and anguished pathfinders
All in search of you...
and how may I ask, in the 40 degree angle of my eyes
your vision stands exalted and full of light?!
If this world and the people around was 
only a thin peel around my eyes
How delicately would I melt it away
and have a glance of your brilliant light!