Flower Fairy-Aindry

How I miss You

When You are not around

In this lonesome Monday morning

That steadily grows into the afternoon.

How I remember You

And hold Your mistakenly-left-pen-pouch

And think of your young bright face

-an innocent, pure flower

And pray

Let the dust not settle upon your sweetness

How I recall…

Your unorganized schedule-

And find it now so sweet

Your yet-to be packed bag

Till you rush with socks clad feet

to wear your shoes..

your last minute change of dress…

the indecision between comfort and fashion-

…so dear to me…

How I hate to reproach

Your free, wild, uninhibited, powerful soul

But I have to

To make your learn-your earth-stay.

How I recall

The soft crackle of your laughter

By my side…

That pours into the long hours of solitude

To seal it partially –for some time..

Now that you are not around

The aroma of your being

Is not there to engulf me…

My moments fall silently..

The big German shepherd is also melancholic

Fast sleeping now

His small snorts and snores occasionally breaks

the silence that envelop the room and me

And I long to swing with whatever you have left here..

There is a dull ache in my heart

As I remember You touching me

In a semi hug…

Before you leave for the school.

And this feeling

-That you will return from the school- as a half stranger

Completely forgetting the good times we spent together-

Is not helping much to prepare myself

To wait for You, dear Girl !

my

Flower Fairy

the apple of my eyes-Aindry!

Dissolves...

Uncertainty is a kick that the wandering soul cherishes…

Here a snake hisses…

There a deadly dune collapses

And by and by you come across a skeleton

lying upon the mysterious, ancient, ever moving sand…

Stretched before the eyes the sand sea
spans miles and miles…on and on

Not a single living thing one comes across

The solitude rings in the ear…

And the wilderness playing flute with the howling wind

Changing patterns in the slick sand…

You come with the love for wilderness

Tucked in your chest-deep down

Swaying upon a camel

Looking towards the horizon

Where I dance-swaying my limbs

Hurling the blue attire in wind

My whole being ecstatic…

My eyes-sharp as knives with anxiousness-alert now

Waiting for ages-thirsty, dry and deep

Meet with your gaze

As you come near

And staggers...

As your eyes are piercing-sword like

Carry a dissolving quality

A picture so old

A map –once known and now forgotten-comes alive

And my heart beat fuses into yours…

Everything stops for a moment

Then beats again fiercely…

Someone in the soul’s yard

Touches the drums and fingers them

-dham dham dhim dhim

Celebrating the merger, the fusion

Of you of me

Of us…

O Niley!

Tumhare bhavon ki syahi bhare kalam uthati hun...

aur vasant haajir ho jata hai

apne phulon ki sena lie

Sugandh ki avahani mantra se...

aur fir kabhi patjhad ajata hai

girte hue patte ki nirab sangeet hawa sunata hai

gire hue patton ki dher me aag lag jati hai

kabhi ujala karta hai kabhi jala deta hai

Tumhare bhabon ki shyahi bhare kalam uthati hun

barsha a pahunchti hai meghon ki doli me

kabhi badh ati hai-jab woh roti hai,

aur kabhi ankur banta hai mati ke kokh me,

kabhi mukta –samuka ki garbh me

Kalam uthaun Tum ajate ho

Sath koi na koi rahta hai…

Aketo li beithi hun…

Par bheed itna hai

Kalam uthaun Tum ajate ho

 Na uthaun to nili syahi se hath rang jata hai Tere,

O Nile!

Ye Adambara kislie...

Son-Pokhar se

Sarasija lai

Tere lie

badi bhor se...

fir saji dhaji

kajal lagai

sindoor lagai

moti mala dalne ko bhul gai gale me

kajal se Tere kali jamuni ankh

aur sinddori man Tere dikh gaya mere mathe ki laali se..

gahna dalna bhul gai tabse..

Diya jalai

Ujli si roshani me Tere ankhon ki jyot dikha

Ungli jal gai lau sajate sajate

Dekhti rah gai

Anchal fir pakad liya aag

Jal gaya sara angavaran

Koi kapda na raha tan pe

Man to phale hi khol diya tha Tere samne…

Itna adambar kari

Son-pokhar ki sarasija lai

Diya jalai…

Ungli jalaya

Bastr jalayi

Ab bhentne ko jaun ye sare

To jaun keise Tere samne..

i call myself You!

How a single soul can contain both-Radha & Krishna!

How i contain You!

Receiving Your Divine Rhythm 

and treasuring it i find You within me! 

This spiritual a-semblance enriches my soul 

and there is a grand celebration all the time-

someone dancing here, 

someone singing, someone playing 

Laughing like a child 

and someone tinkling bells 

Chanting names all the while! 

And still the mundane separation bothers my heart-

making it brood all the while ...

burning as a sacred lamp within the veil of melancoly, 

bit by bit i offer my pranic energy to You 

in the sacred yard of soul temple!

The spiritual togetherness and the mundane separation 

throws my soul into a trance of giant wheel of love and worship ! 

Where every moment i find myself -whirling and whirling

Thereby touching the border of Your pious light

And hence being connected to you. 

So i call myself You!

There is no wonder,

A single soul can become double

Can contain both-Mukeshwari & Mukeshwar!

Jayantikå

Barsha me Tum utar ae...

Raat bhar barshi Barsha
Ab tak hai
Bhige hue sadkein
Aur Dhaka hue asman
Nahae hue ped paudhe patte
Thir thir bahta Pavan
Aur abirat girti barsha-bund
Kuchh kahti hain mujhe...
Tumhare saakar roop se hone ka baat kah jati hain mujhe

In baton ko chhati ke bhitar se bhitar andaruni mahal me pahuncha kar ata hai ye thanda parivesh.
Aur wahan mai pati hun apneap ko
Bhigi hui pith
Mathe pe gila odni dale
Tumse batein karte hue-
Dher sare...


Aur wahan bhi
kalpana me Tumhe ankan karte hue
Dikh jata hai -ek jhapsa jhapsa chhabi Tumhari...
Bahat apna sa
Hath pahunch me ek pal
Duje pal kahin gum hote hue
Manjire re!

Rain-Cloud Charm!

It's not raining here
Only the clouds have come
Holding hands they have formed a base
And are talking to each other-
Rain. Monsoon. Cool breeze.
Greenish Earth. New leaves. New Sprouts.
A big cloud calls for small clouds
And small clouds calls for more clouds
They merge slowly slowly into each other.
Now form a single cloud..
One face.
No one can tell they are not one
That once they were different.
The single huge cloud
That covers the whole sky
Now breathes with one heart.

Knock

KKnock knock…

It is impish dark and foggy too

Not a single light can be seen..

A faint glitter here

And a spark there…

I fumbled and fell many times

And crawled to the door

Discovering there is a door…

And listened-

Somebody moving inside

I knocked..

Something live moved and stopped

A faint smell came..

Of someone I know

And I knocked –calling out his name

The moving being remained very still

As if the Insider is scared himself

And is listening hard

Who is knocking!

The darkness hardened

From among the thickening fog

Some pairs of red eyes flicker

The hyenas are closing..

And I knocked again.

Knock knock…

The living being moved again

And walked up to the door

Leaning upon the door-

The insider sighed..

The door still did not open

Nor a single word came out…

And I knocked –it’s me

I uttered in a small voice.

Knock knock…

Nothing happened for some time

Then a lantern was lit..

And it’s light pierced -

the crack of the closed door…

Touching the lighted line

With halting heart bits

I heard-

The breathing became heavy and strained

And the hyenas howled very near to me

I knocked again!