the bejewelled anklet….

A Digánganá has stopped in the middle of a dance frenzy...
Sensing something...some sound... Some body....
one of her anklet has broken
And golden ghungroos are spread in the sky everywhere.....

She bends down to pick them up...
to her further dismay her hairdo gets loosened..
And as if a river has started flowing
Now she searches her anklet beads in her hair river…

Poseidon,god of the sea teases her," Meghana,dance now,
Atleast when one of your feet
Is still decked with the bejewelled anklet….
I will paint, repaint &frame your moves in my being...
I promise..."

a Parallel Face"!

Searching for you every where O Faceless,
Do You Remember, 
you have a Parallel Face"!
and without You,
It's like an eclipsed moon...

cultivated Love in the porch!

Mukesh Angadi

8 hours ago

Mind ( heart ? ) is asking thousands of questions 
YOU alone know answer 
new type of fire ( pain ) 
emanated in the stomuch 
you can only put off that fire 

This mind is playing swing 
on this waves of desires 
written poem in the eyes 
you have brought foundness of friendliness 

Comingng together of joyous two Souls 
Brought love in us 
This relationship between us 
is the result of earlier ( Which ? ) life cycle ? 
ll Radhey krishna ll

 — with Debahuti Panigrahi

Coming together to a new bend 
A new turn,
When one of the pairing souls feels lost
At that time, it feels a tug...a jerk... 
deep down in it's being...
And knows for certain,
It's not alone...in a strange way someone is there...
The sound of the halted breathing comes piercing 
The heavy curtain of fog...!

Yes, Dearest MukeshMayamay, 
The joyous two Souls 
Cultivate love in their porch~~~
* And *
This relationship between us 
is the result of earlier lifecycle!

There is a Sun Somewhere

Block the object of Light,
Yes, You can!
Let the dark clouds hover above the face of the Sun
And seal it's eyes;
What happens then,
Lo, the dark clouds have changed colour
And become white!
Why?
Is it because you can not stop light…
Yes, it's an eternal truth that goes many creations past…
Even the dark most corner of the earth
Knows there is a Sun somewhere…...

Golden Eyed Gypsy,

As the Nature tends to it's species every day
With delicate care,
So i nurture your essence in the core of my soul
With unbounded love..
Oh, Golden Eyed Zypsy,
Are the feet of your camel tired yet?
Do drop by whenever you want
and drink a glass of Moon from my hand.

blessings...

 What blessings have fallen,
have turned into flowers...
need not run to catch them through a net...
what curses have fallen,
have turned into stones...
need not awaken them calling their names
the guardian angels are here,
god sent upon earth,
taking care of every minute detail...
and they do their duty perfectly!

sarakti ret...

Chup chap Chand ug aye... Ankho se khinch ke laun mai ushe... Aur Chand ko hi taang lun tambu karke...

Ao jab jhum jhum, ret sarake... Aur dur koi adivasi gana chhede...

Ankh uthae dekhuna Tumhe... Darun, kahi ankh utha lun Aur Tum gayab na ho jao... Niche hi jhuka kar rakhun palke... Jo niharein tumhare laal dhadi wali patta bastra ko...

Aur butidaar jute ko ...

Taraen damke asman me Samiran sangeet gae... Raat kahani kahe... Aur chup rahun main Eise karun tumhare sone ki tayari Raja! Chup se...

'a moth to a candle'...

There is always 'a moth to a candle'...

The golden flame flickers...

And the moth, drawn in lunatic rhythm

Starts the eternal dance...

Inertia, sitting upon some age old brush

Sails past the frozen canvas...

A Name: Not Enough...

Soft night shelters, curled up in the moon like eyes,
A long, royal, untold story of a forgotten land...
Hangs from the blue eye lashes....
The songs of the mist-laden moor
Creeps into the half-lost gazes...
Can a simple name speaks all about
This known-unknown face!

Khat laal khun ka...

Na jane kaun gulab ka sara khun chus lia
Raat rahte laal tha,
Subah mara hua mila...

In panno ne sayad mang lia,
Khat laal khun se jo likhna tha,
Aur koi syahi keise jachta...

Ye to Buri Khabar Na Hua

Libas parion ki kala tha,
Sandesha v kali syahi me likha tha,
Rote hue aye parian,
Payal tuti hui,
Chunri phati hui
Par naam unhone Laal Kamal ka lia,
To maine unhe kosha-
Fir ye buri khabar keise hua...

Tere siwa mere koi kam nahe....

Tu jo mere se yun lipata rahe,

Aur ajhat abhimaan me,

Totle galiyan de,

Aur mai jo bahana banaun kaam ka,

To Kahnua, tu bhali bhanti jane hai,

Tere siwa mere koi kam nahe....

Kanhua tu sab jane hai...

~Kaliya_Krishn-Leela _Madhurya!~

Jab Kaliya ke upar Prabhu SriKrishn nachne lage, 
to dhire se Kaliya bola, "Prabhu akhirkar Ap a hi gae!"
SriKrishn bole, "Han, ana hi pada, 
tune itna utpat jo macha rakha tha.."
Kaliya-"Kuchh to karna tha eisa, 
jise rahte Ap ane par majbur ho jaen..."

Bhagwan Srikrishn-"tujhe dard to nahi ho raha...?"
Kaliya-"Ap Kya baat kar rahe hein, kasht aur mujhe, 
jab ki Apki Pavan pair mere sar ko chhu raha hai.."

Bhagwan Srikrishn-Fir v..
Kaliya-"Aur nacho Kanhu, aur...
Rangmanch banu aur tu nartak..
Aur nacho Kanhu..."

Bhagwan Srikrishn-"aur ye jo rakt ki dhara tere mukh se...
wo kya Kaliya?"
Kaliya- Wo to Tum ho Prabhu, bhitar v bahar v...
hey Natvar, tu nache aur Rango ki bichhuran na ho...
nachte rahna Kanhu, mere patnion ki batein na sunna Tum!"