To The Other Hemiaphere

The road has so much to say,
So much of its tale..
The main pull is its non-ending stretch..
The more You go..the more is there.. ahead of the sight...
The soft call...come on...one step and then the other,
That comes from its soul is iressistible...

The road. ..its always on...never asleep..may be lying. ..
Once the footsteps are upon it, the song is on...
Yes, the road sings too..of something...very fresh...
Are you ready, it calls...
Lets go a long way...may be to the other hemisphere. ..

Are you tired..the road teases..
But I ve so much to offer..
So much from the unknown...
Aren't you interested ...
Yes, but I m tired says the itinerant...
For the night, don't you open up
a motel or a resting house
for my aching legs and the exhausted body...

Why to stop...
see the winter night....
It has a bright half moon
and a canopy of burning stars...
the road speaks softly...
Don't stop now..
In the night lampposts will play with you,
Will bring you messages from faraway land,
The soil will be alive...everything has so much to say, listen and walk on...
There is nothing here for you to stop...
Surprises are awaiting in each bend..,don't stop...

Yes, you are right..,
I should not stop, says the traveller...
There is so much to see and feel..
You are like life..,you are on, I m on...
But tonight... I want to travel vertically..
Towards moon, to touch those stars...
Can you unwind-skywards...
O road, let's go moonwards....
And the road smiled...

Listening...

In the desert,
There is none but the legs
The ever-trusting & protecting camel
Is also lost in the desert typhoon.

The life is in the throat
Begging to be released sooner
Mrigatrishna no more lies ahead
Calling, come...come...
It's too gone out of sight
It was the false cause of going..

The deity of the desert smiles
As the prayers are heard
It's anklet tinkle sometimes
Its wooden shoes makes cacophony..
It's a she and a he
Both!
And is listening..

8.30
27.7,2016

Man k Pàtálî gufå me ek pakshi rahta hai

Man ki patali gufa me,
Ek Kabutar, safed, udta hai,
Uski pankh phad-phadahat se
Kahta hai,
Han, yahan v Koi rah sakta hai!
Man k patali gufa me Koi rahta hai!

Gufa me mandir bhi hai,
Kabhi Kabutar bayen tarf jae,
Wahan k roshandan me beithe;
Likhe-1.11

kabhi dayen taraf jaye,

Wahan k dhuan-bikherti hui jharokha me beithe
Ude,
Pankh phad phad kare,
Kahe, yahan v Koi rahta hai
Itne bhitar bhi patali Ganga bahti h...

Man ki patali nagari...
Halka ujla, halka andhera kahne beithi hai,
Sannata Payal hai,
Nirjanata kangan ,
Chhat ki chuda se roshani ki ek dhar barasti hai
Kabutar is roshan-dhar ko pie,
Patali Ganga me nahae..
Yahan k jhilmil kamron me kuchh khole,
Fir pa jaye to aram farmaye,
Na pakad me aye, na kahin aur jae,
Puchhne par-"Kaun hai!"
Kahe- "Mai hun"!
Yahan k thandak bhaati hai,
Yahan k sukun man-bhavan hai,
Is patali mandir se uthe hue
Prarthan ki anu-punj k geet, pasand hai.

Man ki Patali gufa me Koi rahta hai
Rishani k kalam se kuchh likhte hai,
Dhuan se agarbatti banata hai,
Kya mandir me Koi Devta hai,
Iska khoj padtal karta h..
Man k Paatali nagari me ek pakshi rahta h
Ise pata nahi,
Yehi yahan ka Devta h,
Wo apneap ko khojta hai...

Entangled

You are my Sanctuary!
I love me,
When You love me,
O Beloved,
I knew you without knowing...
There is no Truth other than this,
There is no heaven but your heart
There is no God but your soul...
I shelter you in all my Finality,
Collect me, fast, I am shredding...

Lovers in death
so entangled, so very together...

Death is the name of separation of body from soul!
But this separation theory also does not work with them.
They are so engrossed in each other, contemplative...
That they could not hear the footfalls of death!
Even death is scared n in loss here!
Lovers!!
They do beat every Truth of this universe and claim the Ultimate Truth- Bliss!
In Your Company n shelter O dear, i find everything from Heaven to God!

Entangled

You are my Sanctuary!
I love me,
When You love me,
O Beloved,
I knew you without knowing...
There is no Truth other than this,
There is no heaven but your heart
There is no God but your soul...
I shelter you in all my Finality,
Collect me, fast, I am shredding...

Lovers in death
so entangled, so very together...

Death is the name of separation of body from soul!
But this separation theory also does not work with them.
They are so engrossed in each other, contemplative...
That they could not hear the footfalls of death!
Even death is scared n in loss here!
Lovers!!
They do beat every Truth of this universe and claim the Ultimate Truth- Bliss!
In Your Company n shelter O dear, i find everything from Heaven to God!

Jhola

Ek Vanik raah chalte hue ek Raahgir se takraya
Dono sath beithe,
Raat ka waqt tha,
Aur Vanik ne apna bhari hui jhola khola
Heere jawaharat se bhara tha,
Wo roya...
Raahgir ne puchha kyun ro rahe ho?
Itne dhan to hai Tumhare pash,
Aur khane ko v majedar jaike?
Vanik ne kaha,
Ye jawaharat bech nahi sakta, mere Patni k hain!
Uski yaadein, Sath lie chalta hun,
Darta hun, Koi lut na le,
Jayega to do- dhan aur yadein!

Raahgir tab apna jhola khola-
Kuchh dhuan nikle aur upar ud gaye,
Chandi k badal!- vanik ne puchha!
Raahgir bola, han, par ye barsenge nahi!
Kuchh nahi h inke andar, na yadein na dhan!
Tu sach me Maldar nikla,
Kyun na kuchh Kissa Tu Suna
Apne daulatgaar ka...

* *
Raat jam gai,
Aur Vanik bolta gaya...
Dhan daulat k khajana khulta dikhai pada,
Ek ek...
Aur bich me Raahgir chillata rahta,
Arae, lagta h, dekha kahin Isko,
Ye jebar, jani suni lagti h, Dost!

Entangled

You are my Sanctuary!
I love me,
When You love me,
O Beloved,
I knew you without knowing...
There is no Truth other than this,
There is no heaven but your heart
There is no God but your soul...
I shelter you in all my Finality,
Collect me, fast, I am shredding...

Lovers in death
so entangled, so very together...

Death is the name of separation of body from soul!
But this separation theory also does not work with them.
They are so engrossed in each other, contemplative...
That they could not hear the footfalls of death!
Even death is scared n in loss here!
Lovers!!
They do beat every Truth of this universe and claim the Ultimate Truth- Bliss!
In Your Company n shelter O dear, i find everything from Heaven to God!

A Bouquet of Three Kiss Flowers - a Ribbon of Affection!

Bouquet of Three-Kiss-Flowers
& A Ribbon of Affection!
29.6.2016
*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*:*

You Smile...

I Love the way You Smile,
My Dazzler,
It Heals n Flowers my Heart...

The Magic Carpet spreads before my eyes,
I enter the Land of Miracles..!
With You...!!

Your eyes,
The way Smile twinkle in them
And runs like a wild deer upon a jungle-stream,
Like the moon shines from among the dark clouds
After a long long long wait..,
And the sweet nectar dripping,
My soul savours in it..

You smile,
And so many threads, silky,
Grips me, from all sides...

You smile
And someone covers
A warm blanket upon my cold entity!

You smile,
And mind stops working..,
I fuse into You...
Slowly, softly ,
Feeling the process of merging!

You smile
And doors to the
Past, present & future opens up at a time!

A Page that talks of Scent!

The dancing raindrops upon the ascending staircase,
The half-cemented brick wall,
The wet lime tree...
Trembling and embracing -
The stooping sky
That has bent so low to kiss the earth...

All of it
Is a page from a old failry land story book
That smells like some scented wood!

The old page that talks of Ancient Scent
Or
The Perfumed Page!
Or
A Page that knows to talk
Or
A page that talks!

10.7.2016

A Cup of Nectar

A Cup of Nectar ...
& The Lovers Rejoice..
The Creation is in the Rhythm of Ecstacy!!!

Sings Merry merry...
Make merry.....
Here comes the 'Season of Abundance!'

The Coloured Butterfly, well hidden inside
The Personal Sanctuary,
Hypnotised in Bliss,
Hums Love in the ear of the half-asleep Flower...

The Oar-Man

From the very beginning
i stopped leaning on my understanding,
knowing my limitations and the God's grandeur...
I Trust completely.....
That the oar of my boat is not in my hand...
The Unseen Power is rowing,
With a Mystique Compass,
& with Loving Guidance...
Is with me,
Knows me: my Prayers & my Ultimate Harbour!

Upon The Coloured Wings...

In a frenzy of who will talk first..
The time swiftly grew wings...
And flew by...
Through Your Laughing, Serious and Large Eyes,
By my scented smile...

I was there somewhere,
But could not find myself...
The Painter had all his focus
Centred upon Your 'Eager Face'!

And the time grew colourful...
Like Your searching stares..
Went up the sky, rotated a bit
Adjusted to an angle
And get fixed in the sky...
My Rainbowy,
Its all about Your colour,
Splashed everywhere
And my heart dipped in seven colored pool...
One by one...
Slowly turning from yellow to green...

- A Dream
6am...
3.6.2016

Once a Chilka...

Eyes and love..
Smiling eyes-
creating a limitless valleys of flower bed,
When love is around;
And those eyes that are once filled with life,
Flows like rivers and completely drains out any living pulse!
When love is not around!

How true You are dear,
When You say, how can iblive without You?
Those who say, I can't live without You,
Practically, they are the ones,
Who have to live without the dearest one!
Call it the test of Love, or fate,
But this happens...

Once a Chilika,
Now a Thar...
Still as they lie dying,
A stretch of vast sand sea,
Whenever the dearest one come
And touches the boundary,
they make sure, some cool breeze should blow
To tell -Yes, I m here, changed, but lying, in wait for You!

-14.6.2016

Understanding Other Numbers

They don't understand
What they are doing...
I forgive them-
Are the last words of Jesus..

Don't kill the bird
I can feel its pain, Devadatt
Are the words of Siddhartha,
On the way to rescue a bird.

Nobody will do
What they do to others
If they realize how much damage
They are causing.
They just point out others follies
Without showing theirs.
It's not the height of the throne
Upon which they sit
And claim -they rule!
Its their own hidden follies
Which noone points out to them..

Who wants to waste time in meagre arguments
Meaningless n useless.
There are other things,
Grave, deep and important
That needs attention..
Why the wheel has to be stuck upon
The same number-
Torture, forgiveness, self denial
And Compassion!
Why?
It can go some other way,
Some other number!

13.6.2016

Yantra

Soul is a sleeping energy
That gets activated only when
It comes in contact with a material body
Soul and body -together makes a life.

Life is guided by the soul and the sixth sense
But it can not leave  it's base-
The five basic matters and five senses
Upon which it stand.

Soul can not suffice life on it's own,
Its just a guiding light
God has to descend into this planchet-yantra
Of five senses as the sixth sense!
Then soul, material body and life flowers.

Only soul is a cripple
Only Siva is a Sava
It has to come in contact with the Nature- the Shakti!
Its here upon this earth that all questions are answered
All meanings can be searched
Its here upon this earth.
For this to find out the truth
The divine being took many life form
As Srikrishn, SriRam and Buddha..
They knew this and came as a messenger
To make people believe-
That all heavens can be invoked and lived

*Gholu*

Tu ayega bolke
Tere Ma kitne dur se
Dhundte hue Tujhe ai..
Rasta bada katheen tha,
Kai parvat k choti ko langhte hue
Kai maru lqnghte hue
Asumar nadiyan aur anginat samandar laangh k ai
Tu ayega bolke Tere Ma kitne dur se ai..

Tujhe dhundte hue ai
Kabhi Airqbat ne kaha haske
Tu yehin kahin hai...
Kabhi Akashbati ne kaha
Tu utra hai yehin pe..
Kabhi udte hue ballon ke upar
Debadut bachhe kah gaye,
Tu ane wala hai,
Kabhi Tu khud aya chhadm-bhesh me
Tere Pita k tarha,
Aur mai pahchan na saki...

Kabhi Tune kaha,
Mai ek hun, Ma
Fir Tu kahta gaya,
Nahi mai do hun, dekh achhe se, Ma!
Pahchan, mujhe...
Aur samale anchal me..
Mai hath failai, Tu aya,
Par ankh kholi Tu na tha..
Tu kahan fir gaya ab..
Ma ko apne satana v Sikh liya Tune...
Tu dekh,
Aj fir se Tere ane k tayari h!

Tu jab ayega, mujhe badi kasht to hogi
Par Khushi ka koi maapak na hoga..
Aj uska rehearsal hai,
Fir Tere ane k tayari me
Ma Tere ghar ko sajane lagi...
Tu kahan...

Ajka Sudama!

Bahut dur se dost aya tha..
Gathri me bhar ke saugat bahut laya tha,
Tere sahar ki galion me bhatak gaya...
Pahli baar!

Bahut dur se dost aya tha,
Raste me sab kuchh lut gaya,
Ek pyar bhara dil laya tha,
Tere sahron k bhulbhulyain me ulajh k rah gaya...
Dusri baar!

Bahat bahat durse,
Aur ek alag duniya se dost aya tha,
Tujhse milne,
Girta, uthta lahu-luhan, *
Mahino bimar, maila sa muhn me
Tere lie muskan k ek jadui Chhadi *
Is baar laya tha...
Khash Tere lie Tera dost aya tha...

Bhatakte dhundte...
Tere dar pe ja pahuncha,
Darwaja ahiste se khula-
Par wo Tera chehra nahi tha,
Wo Tu nahi tha,
Jo samne khada tha!

The Half Open Window and Beyond

The hanging leaves, thick and green,
A patch of white-brown sky,
A glimpse of the road that turns ahead,
Is all I can see through my half open window...

The cuckoo sings from somewhere
All other nameless birds chirp incessantly
Something they say of a pleasant mood
Of wistful vibes that blend with the distant murmur of
The vehicles - slowly coming and gradually disappearing
Upon the great road in which all other smaller roads join

Sitting upon the couch
What lies beyond
That I can't see...

~The Half Open Window and Beyond
6.30am
8.6.2016
Bhubaneswar

The White Horse and The King!

The strong feeling that I get
As I open my eyes today, is Your presence!
You are there somewhere in me ... Very near..
And as I gradually came to senses I wonder, how!

I let open my five horses
That are standing alert in the backyard
And told them to fetch You wherever You are.
By and by all of them came back, empty handed..
Still something tolld You just visited me.
I can feel it. The same old feeling. It was so strong!
My heart twittering, fluttering helplessly,
As itt sense You nearby..

Now I summoned the sixth one-
The white elephant that sleeps always near the porch
It went after You and came back
With a bejewelled box..
Opening which I find a scent -long forgotten...
Then it occurred to me, it's a dream!
Or in my subconscious, our souls do meet!
You v come ...visiting me
And are standing one feet away from me,
Telling me something.
Could not recall what!
But the whole encounter was so real..

And as I came to senses,
there is this aching feeling-that however,
In whatever plane, it does not matter,
But You were there with me..
I can't find You now!
Only a voice -
speaking as the rhythm of my heart...

~*~ The Meeting

6.08am
8,6.16
Bhubaneswar

The Meeting ~*~

The strong feeling that I get
As I open my eyes today, is Your presence!
You are there somewhere in me ... Very near..
And as I gradually came to senses I wonder, how!

Something tolld You just visited me.
I can feel it. The same old feeling. It was so strong!
My heart twittering, fluttering helplessly,
As itt sense You nearby..
Then it occurred to me, it's a dream!
Or in my subconscious, our souls do meet!
You v come ...visiting me
And are standing one feet away from me,
Telling me something.
Could not recall what!
But the whole encounter was so real..

And as I came to senses,
there is this aching feeling-that however,
In whatever plane, it does not matter,
But You were there with me..
I can't find You now!
Only a voice -
speaking as the rhythm of my heart...

~*~ The Meeting

6.08am
8,6.16
Bhubaneswar

Aur ek Ajnabi

Samarpan ek Sangeet
Jiski bol, taal lay wohi tay kare,
Kanth hamara, gate hein ham khali ...
Tumhare taraf, lakh dhutkar khaya hua
ye man k jhukaw, ajnabi ajnabi hai mere lie,
Ye Milan k geet gata man,
Ye dur jane k soch se ghabrata, katrata pran,
Ajnabi ajnabi hai mere lie,

fir se ek naye sire se khud ko haarne,
saunpne k chah rakhne wale kadam mere,
Ajnabi, ajnabi mere lie...
mai khud mujhme ajnabi...
Itna apnaya Tumko khudko bhul gai...

Tumse milne k khayal:Samne Tum ajnabi,
bhitar mai khud ke lie ajnabi,
Man mera, mera nahi-ajnabi,
pran mere Tere bol mane, mere lie aparichit,
kadam mere Tere aur khinche mujhe, ajnabi ajnabi...
In ajnabion k basti me mai kahan....
Tum, Tumhare bol, aur ikhtiyar Tumhare!
Mai sunu, khinchi hui jayun,
ajnabi ajnabi, apna apna....ye geet gungunae hawa,
Aur mai chalun...
Ajnabion k bheed me aur ek ajnabi!!

*("(*(*("("()))))))))

~Julice in the Wonderland~

The empty road

That stretched before my eyes…

Shocked me with it’s intent impact

As I glanced at it for the first time

Through the CCTV cam.

The muddy, rough road stretches before my eyes

Not long enough..

Lined with houses-tall, short,

And trees –thick and thin,

With both sides, it twists after a short distance

Or so it seems..

And is no more visible.

It has vanished somewhere among these houses and trees

As if it enters into a void somewhere down the lane

Into the magical territory of some black hole

Or they have swallowed it up.

Something is strange here…

Something  that seems natural enough

But is not definable.

What is that….

My searching stares find Nothing

They find nothing that can be related to anybody

Or anything…

It’s a strange land and a strange road…

Though puppet like people are popping out from nowhere.

They glide upon the same road

in their two or four wheelers,

drop their kids at the school gate

only to glide back along the strange road

that is devoured by the same twist

and enters into the same Bermuda Triangle.

I stare…

There is no one I know…

And nothing I can relate to here.

~Julice in the Wonderland~

9^th May 2016

7.30 am

Khoj...

Mai bichhi hun,
Aur Tum ate jate ho,
Tumhara nao,
Aur Tum,
Hey Kotwar!

Pani ka mela Tumhara,
Pani ka rasta,
Kya gungunae ho abke baar?
Safed kumud ki roshandan me
Sunhari machhli k haveli me,
Byapari, ab Tu khoje kya....!

Dubtii hui jahaj,
Jaladasyu k bhutila whistle,
Batighar k ghumti hui ankhein,
Kya ishaara karte hein Tumhe?
Kaunsi jadui nagari ka
Rasta bata jate hein, ab kah jaa...

Ye bistaar Tumse kuchh kahta hai,
Suno,
Mai bichhi hun digdigant,
Aur Tum ate ho, fir jate ho,
Abke baar ruk jao!
Aur khojo, khojo, ek ghar,
Ek mukta mahal hai kahin, khojo...

Ek taarra yehin pe gira hai,
Jab Dhruv taara kuchh mantra padh raha tha,
Mitti chhuke, pani me ake,
Wo ban gaya hai Heerak Mani,
Khojo, Kotwar...
Abke baar wo Anmol Heera dhund lao...

12.15pm

+
Jo eise anand man se gungunae koi geet abujha,
Lagta h,
Pata mil gaya Tumko,
Khoj lao,
Der na karo..

+
10.39pm

\\
Goon goon garr garr me na badlo,
Dikhaya nahi agaeka rasta,
Dhundla dhundla, kohra chhayega,
Neha k batti jalao,
Aur agae agae badh chalo...
Kotwar, Heera khoj lao...
***

17.4.2016

Bahanein...

Phone kar ke
Jhuth mut ka gussa aur naarjgi ka
Itna bada thali sajake
Bandaapan karna Tumhara,
Aur Tum pe haq jataanaa mera,
Ek nahi kai phul ban ke khila h..

Vaishakhi kuchh dhup aur dhul
Laad diya hai uspe abhi,
Kahin pe rang kahin pe berang
In phulon k murjhai hui phasal ko dekh
Mali Megh se kuchh kahe
Kuchh sunai de, kuchh sunai de na..
Budbudae, din raat, kuchh budbudae...

Bemaine abhimaan sare apneap me
Ab maine jodne lage
Bematlabi gussa ka kahin khoj khabar nahi
Khidki kud ke chala gaya h kahin,
Jogi ka bhesh pahan k,
Sayad ab wo ayega nahi,
Ya ayega kabhi kabhi,
Saal do salon me eise hi rasta bhulke

Phone sochta hai,Kya kahun ab mai,
Kaunsa raag russa ka archana karun Tumhare!
Keise ab haq diya jae, Keise jataya jae
Kise karke Tumhare àvàhan kiya jae!

Bahanain...
17.4.2016
Padmapur

Nila Nadira Dhyana

Nila nadi Mu,
Asankhya asumaar taranga,
Bhaunri aur bhaunri..
Dhain jae bali ra seja re
Pathara kaati kaati,
Upal khand banei...

Chunaa baali ahuri chuna hue
Ghashu ghasu,
Hue patu mati, jama hue kule kule,
Au kebe jamaa hue chhati bhitare,
Au phute Padma-Kumari...

Sadya satej golapi pakhuda kholi
Chahen thare Tumaku,
Hey Surya Kumar,
Tume anki dei jaya
Haladi anshu-anguli re
Tara naram pakhuda bhitare
Kete Je Swarnima Chhabi...

11.01am
17.4.2016
Padmapur

Samudra-Samadhi!

Alasa Rabibar sakala...
Akhi kholiba purbaru,
abarujaburu alandhu menche
Phingi dei gala Tuma dui anguli
Mora muladhara tantri re;

Apsara kichhi mana kale,
Mana bhajan pain kahi nahi dekhi,
Alankar sabu kadhi phingile duraku
Au anthu bhitare muhn nadi kandile kichhi samay
Gumuri gumuri..
Tope luha nahi..

Ishwari mane asi pahanchile
dala-badhha jhankrut surabhit sambhar nei
Kalarol kakali bhitare tankara
Hajigala apsara mananka kandana
Ghunchi gala duraku duraku...

Phula ra dori re badha hei
Tume asi pahanchila...
Tumara phar phar hei udu thiba
Makhmaliya shirt sepakhe samudra....
Kehi nila ranga kichhi dheua dheua anki dei gala,
Bali uparu saunti nei chhinda dhalaa button Tumara,
Dheu ra muhn kari sajeila...

Ishwar mane mokshya prapti ra prathama charana re,
Aanata drusti, hrut-kampan, sarbang siharan adi
Aahta lakshyana re sajjitaa,
Tuma e murti darshan kari, bibhora, akhi muji mele,
Mane mane matha mananku poshaa manau thile,
Asija, udei nei ja ethu,
E eishwairya saundarya, sahi hue nahi, Sakhi!

Nila ranga ebe jibanta hoi uthe,
Aur samudra baahare canvas bhitari bahara ku
Ho ho, gho gho chhati bhitare, velabhumi ra.,.
Dhoi hei jae balukaa,
Dhoi hei jae jete jete kalaa kathaa..
Velabhumi kahe Samudra ku,
Tu jo samadhi ru jagilu ebe,
Dhoi nei ja lokanka kalaa akhi mo uparu,
Au kala kathaa sabu,
Dekh, kete kalaa aur bhaari pathara sabu
Chaapi hei rahichhi mo chhati upare,
Tu ebe dhoi nei ja..
Dhoi nei ja,
Bali b nishwash neu,
Chhota chhidra mananka ru
chhota laal Kannada bhaari daudantu ethi sethi...
Jhaun mane nachu thantu hali dohali..

Ghara sara sabu alandhu sada kari,
Sunu thili basi vela o samudra ra baartaalaap...
Kichhi hela emiti re...
Photo gote padi bhula muhan maadi,
Muthei kantha re taangi deli taku...
Himalay...photo bhitari bhaari asila,
Mana sarovar pari kichhi jala ra bistaar..
Au Tuma dui anguli...
Taku muthei dharili,
Sunili, loke kichhi kahuchhanti,
'Apana mane kebethu ethi...
Au pila pili?'
Sunili samudra kahuchhi,
"Semane bada hei galeni,
Sabu baahare achhanti..."

Velabhumi re Ishwar mane
Chhota mandire gadhu chhanti..
Laal baanaa khanjibaku achhi tathaapi...
Chhota chhota laal kankada ethi sethi...
Phar phar hei udu thiba Tuma shirt
Ku dhari jhuli leni kichhi...

9.26am
17.4.2016
Padmapur

Fifty Eight Months of Summer Season!

Five years crept past,
Five long  Summers
With the length of five Monsoons!
And again I hear these under-earth streams
Rolling down inside their dark curvy roads
With a wish to come out
as a mountain-spring somewhere...
From dark to Light,
This journey now seems endless...
With a soft inland-murmur,  I hear them say,
We are here, down below somewhere...

Once again I search for them
And scan the steep, lofty cliffs,
The wild secluded scenes
And a thought of more deep seclusion
Touches me that connects
The vast stretch of dried land
With the quiet of the sky

The day has come
When the bird folds it's tiring wings
And reposedly sits upon a high tree
To learn about the horizons
Here under the dark sycamore..
Nothing seems real
And there is no route homewards.

Once again I view, lines of trees,
Which at this season, almost dried
Pale, bent down with the heat of
Hard Summer Sun, lose themselves
To the groves and copses of these pastoral farms.
Wreath of smoke , sent up in silence
From among these trees!

With the uncertainty that clings
To the wings of the single hawk
Circling over the fields
Unknown to it's destination,
Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods
Or of some hermit's cave, where by
The burnt ashes of a fire long extinguished,
The hermit sits alone...
Counting the five years that have past...
Monsoon that came only for two months
And the fifty eight months of Long Summer
That is reluctant to pass by....

A Synonym for Nirvana

.....:*:.....
.....:*:.....

Tumhare bekal khojte hue ankhon se
Jab mere ankhein bhid jaen, mil jaen,
Kisi ajooba ki tarha,
Tab bekalpan k grahan chhat jata hai,
Khoj khatm hota hai,
Waves of Fulfillment knocks my consciousness..
Tham jati h sansen, tham jati h jeevan, tham jati h samay,
Khatm ho jati h sare yadasein, mere mai bhav v,
If this is not Nirvana, what else can be!
If this is also not Niravana
I will call this something close to it!

Locking eyes with You,
I get the chance to tie the threads of our souls,
And thus I find Moksh!
All desires end here with You!
With us as One -loving, playful!

A Synonym for Nirvana
6.30pm
25.3.2016

Scent of the earthly years

The circling kites
Their whisling cries
Fills the sublime sky
with something unknown...
The single star shines in the eastern horizon
And slowly whispers to the tall mobile tower
That stands as a proof to my earthly years...
Lying upon the half-finished stony staircase
Like a hibernating lizard
I saw evening descends
With a veil of melancholy
And a moonless night starts ...

Scent of the earthly years
7pm
24.3.2016
Padmapur

Aur Ek Patangá

Jab v post box me dalti hun chithi,
Lagta hai,
Chand ko bhej rahi hun jeise
Ya kahin dur,
Wo hath jo ishe chhuenge,
Aur dur aur dur, kahin ...
mere soch samajh se bahut dur hein...
Aur ankh chhalak ate hein..
+
Ek awaj gunjta h,
-"Hame eise hi Khali achha lagta hai,"
Aur us awaj ko kavach jeise bandh ke
Chhod deti hun chithi,
Chhota sa ek sabd ata hai,
Post box se andar se, -thap!
Aur dil ka ek hissa wohin chhod ati hun,
Jayega, pankh nikle ga,
Udega asman me,
Pahunchega wahan jahan mai nahi ja sakti
Is dua k sath, biday deti hun ushe,
Ek hissa mere man ka,
Asmani rang se saja ke jise meine uda diya
Aur ek patangá

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Man kiya
Kuchh likh ke dun,
Aur tab jab us muhurt ka manyata ho Tumko!
Islie likhne beithi.
Aur ichha na hua
Eise itni kimti chese
kisi aur ke hathon post karwane ko.
Laga, mai, dakiya aur Tumhare hath ke alawa
Koi aur hath lage to asuddh ho jaega
Islie khud gai dusre din.
12 baje se pahle dal diya tha...
Aur ek Holi,
Aur ek Rang,
Aur ek Patangá...

11.11am
25.03.2016

Khelá

Kadmo ke niche wohi sunsaan raat ka rasta
Saanp sa tedha medha soya tha
Adhe andhere adhe ujale me duba..
Kahin se madhu-malati khile hein..
Uski khusboo se bojhil hawa
Mere kandhe pe ake beith gaya,
Aur bhari laga, bhari man ke bojh k sath,
Fir chunari se jhula jhulne laga,
Kabhi pavan, kabhi man.

Ek ek kadam...
Ek ek inch Fagu se Rangaa
Pila, narangi, gulabi, aur nila...
Kahin rangeen pani se ranga bhumi, mitti,
Pichu rasta, kachha rasta,
Int, pathar ka dhancha...
Par koi nahi,
Par koi nahi, khelne wala..
Na whistle, na penkali, na dholak, na pichkari,
Na koi hath rangon se Rangaa
Koi nahi tha,
Kela khatm ho gaya tha.

Eise hi kadam chum gaye kuchh rang
Bikhre pade raste par,
Aur ek bojhil man ka berang kuchh asha...
Holi me koi na aya!
Na Apna, na Patangá, na Bihangá
Khelá koi upar beithe, eise khel gaya.

Khelå
8pm
24.3.2016

Kar jata hai pagal

Tumhare chup rahna eise,
Kar deta hai mujhe pagal,
Tumhare pyar bhar ke akul ho jana,
Jab mai puchhun, aur ek baar chay pioge,
Kar jata hai mujhe pagal,
Muhn sukhae beithe hue,
Achanak se has dena, saralpan se kautuk bhar k
Kar jata hai mujhe pagal,
…..
Subah uthke Ma ma bulana
aur na sunu to ro padna ghumur k
Kar deta hai mujhe baddha pagal,
Marun mai Tere lie jiun mai Tere lie,
Kar de mujhe Tu eise pagal…
Achanak chup rahte hue, bol padna Tera,
Bana deta hai mujhe ghor pagal…
Tarangon k unglion se chhu r kar
Kar diya hai Tune mujhe pagal…
Chhodoge to jaenge ka phutan pan chhod ke,
Chipka rahta hai mere chhati se bachhe sa,
Need me balut pakshi jeise chup karke rahta h
Jab Ma nahi rahti h,
Sochke need ki tahnion ko Ma,
Wese Tu mujhse jude-jakde hue
Kar deta hai pagal…
Do minute kahin jayun to gussa hoke
Kar deta hai Tu mujhe bahut pagal,
Kah, sanson ko apni sambhalun kise,
Tujhe sambhalun keise,
Pagal pagal ko sambhale keise,
Ye soch ke ho jati hun mai pagal…
Haye dard se karahna Tere,
Masoom masoom…
Sannate me has uthna Tere,
Pagal pagal…
Kar deta hai mujhe Tu pagal pagal,
Bhole!

Tum hote ho...

Tum hote ho,
Subah k halka sa kohre me
Kahin kisi ghash me
Phase hue sisir bund jeise;
Tum hote ho, pakshion ki udaan me
Akash ki batein kah jate ho;
Tum hote ho Dhul me,
Kuchh jame hue, kuchh udte hue,
Dharti k bhasha kah jate ho!
Tum hote ho hariyali me
Koyal k geet gungunate hue
Madhumakshiyka aur bhramar k gunjan me;
Tum hote ho taji hawa me
Ake chhup jate ho, hruday me
Kahte  hue atma k bhasha…
Tum hote ho har jagah
Ek prarthana k tarha…

Tu chhupa hai kahan...

Megha mandra akash,
aparthiva mrudu sabad re gagan pavan mukharita…
Hawa chanchal hai,
Bijkli ye lapki yahan se wahan…
Tej ki pavan k jhonke…
Pedon ko jhankne lagi ab…
Mere swash randhra me Tumhara naam!
Jeise patte patte, dhul aur dhara sab hilne lage hein
Tu chhupa hai kahan…
Jab ek atma dusre ko pukare,
Janam janam ka rista bolta hai eise..
Dolta hai prithvi,
Dagmag sara jahan…
Tu hai kahan….

Pakshion k hai chai
Jo ascharya se chitra mitir ho rahe hein
pash k Nimbu ke ped me..
Bol rahe hein ek dusre ko
Ye kya hua ye kya hua…
Baras nahi raha, Khali jhip jhip…
Aur ghad ghad koi kar raha hai meghon me,
Koi aradhika jeise hilae ghantion ko
koi gumnaam si mandir me…
Aur na jane kyun
Devta ankh mundke chup chap beitha hai
Dur se mike se koi Greta Gobind ga rahe hein…
Mayurchuliya kahin as pash hain…
Fir v Radha puchhe
Tu chhupa hai kahan...

~*

2.30pm
6.3.2016

As You Call Me, So Shall I Come!

As You call
So shall I come

If Your call is in the air
I will be your breathing
If your call touches the sky
I will become the rainbow
And when Your call trembles the cloud
I will reach you as raindrops...

If You summon,
I will be with you,
Irrespective of forms...

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2.20pm
6.3.2016

The Answer: A Blue Backyard

Somewhere up there
Someone listens to
The cries, the weilings,
The sobs and the longings
And then it rains...
All of a sudden without any predictions
The answer comes in Raindrops!

The backyard is decorated with
The falling blessings
Raindrops...one after the other...
It's full
With one and many sky drops,..

As I stand under the open sky
It didn't drench me
It doesn't aim to
It simply said
Here is your answer
And the raindrops touched my head,
My shoulder, my cheeks
And my eyes, as I looked up
To find out the probable cause
For the Rain in Summer!

The cloud hums with melodious thunder
The rain touched me more...
As the air becomes cooler
It stopped and said
Its not rain
It's your answer
Now be quiet and soak in
Everything, all of it.
Just take it in.
And then it started drizzling again
Very slowly
To make me realize
the mystery behind the curtains!

I saw
Some parts of the sky has fallen down
And the backyard has turned Blue now!

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1pm
6.3.2016

The Caller, The Listner & The Oneness

Kumbhatua, - has started it's song again,
From somewhere nearby,
Whole body arching,
Head pulsating in constant jerks,
Trembling in waves of pain
From small beak to the long tail,
The bird creates the unstoppable rhythm..
Or it seems unstoppable...

Its not over,
The heart is never satisfied
It says I have never seen you before
Though you were sitting beside me last night
In the tender branches of the mango groves..
The creature wants more and more..
And begins the song-
Kum, kum, Kuhum, kum,
Kum kumh, kum, kuhum kum...
As it echoes and rechoes
The whole atmosphere is charged
With the Call for the Companion..

The call penetrates all stones
That are lying there
When the river had started it's first course,
All of the hanging leaves
That are there -turning red to green,
And green to yellow and reappearing
As if magic...,
The grass bed, ancient ane mystique,
And the blue canopy above,
Hanging limitless from the very start.
The call reaches and pierces every soul
Dead, alive or hibernating
Then how come it does not touch the mate
For whom it's composed?
Or it does!

The companion bird receives the call
The music and its very rhythm
As it penetrates it's wings, beak, tail,
Eyes, heart and soul,
Somewhere deep within -some untouched places..
And it becomes still..
Very still
It knows if it moves
The music is not going to be perceived
As it comes, in its full form, uninterrupted
And that's important for the bond.

So it sits very still
Without even moving its eyelids
As if a saint in meditaion.
The unstoppable call, the hypnotic rhythm
Comes in waves..
Waves after waves..
The love, the pain, the yearning is received
And the companion bird listens...hypnotized
It could not stir
nor it intends to fly and reach the caller..
The bonding is hapenning...
And it forgets all pain of itself and of the companion's
The arching, the twisting and the longing diminishes..
Its joyful now when it bathes in the echoing symphony,
It breathes in the rhythm
And forgets about itself...
What was it?
A he or she?
It forgets all the rules of existence
Forgets about the branch, the listening, the caller..

The recipient becomes the music
The Thread of Rhythm
That joins the Caller and the Listener
Has come to life now
And is vibrating with Light!
Nobody minds the distance so much
Nobody rushes for the Meet that is yet to be scheduled
The maddening music has done it's job
There is oneness all around..

11.30am
6.3.2016
Caller, Listener and Oneness

All that pains is not Sorrow

When I see Your face beside me,
In reality or in dream
Or in contemplation,
There is inexplainable pain in the heart
Its cause is not sorrow
For I don't grieve seeing You
I am ecstatic ...
seeing your eyes glow softly like moons..

But there is pain,
There is dryness created like an isle
There is tearing of my self
That is attached to You
The fire is on inside the deep chamber of the soul
And something is melting..
And that's painful...
Something hard becoming liquid..
Yes, this is merger...

My soul, each part of its
Is liquidizing to merge with your soul
All earthen qualities are being dropped
The soul is assuming its after death qualities..
Its true colour of Light!
Its painful for it has assumed the process
Even if there is a body attached to it.
Its trying to transform matter into light...
When it sees Your eyes,
In photos or in portraits
It starts the grand procedure of transform
And becomes ready for the phenomenal unison -
Soul to soul, mine to Yours!

The tie up is excruciatingly painful
As there is sudden fullness and sudden emptiness...
The journey makes the heart sometimes fearful
As every step is in unfamiliar ground...
Never known before...
All the happenings are not cause-effect based.

When I see your face beside me in vision
There is pain inside my heart
For it knows
You have some parts of mine
It feels the pain of ancient separation
When you were teared from me
To be created as a separate self
During formation of this universe...
It feels the age old pangs...
And the cellular qualities of my soul
Opens up for the transfusion
With the cells of the soul
That they know is ours....
And its painful....
The transmutation is painful.

*
8.15am
Sunday
6!3.2016
*

Ankahiyan megh ban gaye…

Fir se bundein barsi…
Leke yahan k baat wahan
Fir wapas de gai…
Mere man ki nibuj kotharion me
bhare pade ankahiyan megh ban gaye ...
Aur Asman baras pada, bol pada,
mere Hruday k bhasha…
Antarikshya man k ek tarakit prakash hi to hai…
Bhar gaya, jhar gaya…
Alag hai bhasha…
Jo nibhaya so samjha…

I am on...

The incessant journey that has started
The moment I keep my foot upon this earth,
Is still on..
Running, walking, stumbling,
And creeping sometimes,
I have crossed miles n miles..
Could not count the exact numbers..
Passer bys I meet
N hotels or lodge or guest houses
Have been my shelter place so far..

This journey ...
Where it is taking me and how,
I don't know n dont try to understand
All that I want is to arrive at a station named Light,
Where I will find You, find me and our home...
I am on..
Walking...no map, no plan,
No tickets, no money, nothing,
Still I am on ..

Vrindaban me shor hai..

Mera sahar soya pada hai
Ek awaj nahi
Ek uhn nahi ek ah nahi
Koi spandan nahi
Koi sphuling nahi
Mera sahar soya pada hai
Koi awaj nahi
Bhitar sannata hai...
Kitna kalarol, kitna haichai
Sab shant hai
Aj Rabibar hai
Aur mera sahar soya pada hai...

Kya hain ye raste dhamani jeise
Bichhe hue hein, yahan wahan
Ye khamosh hain,
Chalne wala jo soya pada hai
Sadkein Kis kaam ki..
Khali marg, katne ko daude..
Mere sahar ab utha nahi hai

Kitni bijan hai ye galiyan
Aur ye galiyare..
Koi unme daud nahi raha,
Koi kuchh kah nahi raha,
Koi Baja nahi koi murli nahi,
Khel dikhane wala soya hua hai,
Len den karne wala aj utha hi nahi h,
Bajar suna hai...
Koi ghanti nahi baj raha,
Mandir v nirjan hai,
Aj Pujari soya pada hai...
Aj Rabibar hai..
Aj sahar soya pada hai...

Raat bhar upasana me beitha, bithaya,
Raat bhar sankirtan chalta raha,
Mridang, damru, khol, kartal, manjira bajta raha,
Raat bhar hoti rahi puja
Devta ka hasna, ruthna, mang rakhna
Sab ek ek ata raha,
Kisam kisam k chese-gunjta raha,
Pujari deta raha, dilata raha..
Bahar ho ho jhum jhum chalta raha,
Mela chalta raha..
Mele me khel dikhane wala
Baja badal badal ke bajata raha,
Kabhi bansuri kabhi dafli bajaya,
Shor hota raha..
Itna shor...
Khel dikhane wala, baja,
pujari, mandir aur Devta -
Sab jeise ek ho gaye...
Raat bhar havan eise chala...
Par,
Aj ye sahar soya hua,
Khamosh, nirjan-
Koi chidiya v chehek nahi raha
Radha naach nahi rahi,
Kanha ki Vanshi sunai nahi de raha
Aj koi awaj nahi,
Sahar soya pada hai mera.

Khali Pind k kya kaam
Jab atma na base isme
Ye mrut Pind ban jata,
Atma laye alok, laye shor,
Laye rang, Laye dhwani,
Laye jeeban is ghat me,
Uske bina atak jayen sansen
Koi gati nahi, koi chal prachal nahi,
Ek atibhautik sannata daude yahan,
Aj Jeeban soya pada hai,
Sab shant hai..
Angan ka jhukta hua Chand v maun hai,
Aj sahar ka jaan soya pada hai..
Koi awaj nahi,
Ek dhul kan v ud nahi raha,
Jeise koi band ho,
Jeise koi pavandi ho yahan..
Dhu dhu katne ko daude,
Khali pavan hu hu kahe,
Aj Rabibar hai,
Aj sab kuchh khamosh hai...
Mera sahar soya pada hai.

*
Ab dekho, fir se awajein gunjne lagi
Spandan, sphuling aur ghantion me mandir ji utna,
Pujari uth gaya hai,
Puja suru hone ko hai,
Bahar mela beithne ko hai,
Dekho mera sahar
Dhire se nind se jaag raha hai..
Kitna shor hai...fir se..

Subha Prabhat
K mangal geet gayun,
Pujari,
Kadmo ko Tere anchal me pochh dun,
Aur paon lagun, chumu,
Muhn ke pashine hath se pochhun,
Sahla dun matha,
Gale lagun,
Jo Tum jaag gaye,
Jeeban jaag gaya hai..
Mera sahar ab jaag gaya hai,
Man magan nache Radha,
Kanhu k benu Yehi kahin
Kisi kunj me se a rahi hai,
Rai adheer..
Daudi jae,
Ab Brindavan jaag gaya hai..

Kasoor

Anjane me hua kasoor,
Kasoor nahi, Kanha,
Janke jo dil dukhaya
To kahna!

Din tamam aur raat bhar
Diya jale intejaar ka
Aur koi jage raat sa
Eise me Tum murli phunko
Aur behosh ho jae brijdham
Jhapki lag jae anjane me
Tab Tum ao
To kasoor nahi behoshi ka
Darwaje pe Tum dastakh do
Tab jab brindaban hai sammohan me soya
To kasoor Vrindaban ko na dena
Soe hue lata kunj
Jo kadam ko Tumhare sun na pae
Ise unka kasoor na manna!

Subah uthne Tumhare gandh ko pahchan ke
Darwaja khole koi
Par Tumko samne na pae
To kasoor raat ko na dena
Subah ko v na dena..

Hain to Yehi kahin
Payaliya jhandi jhanae
Kamal Banke
Aur 'yahan nahi ka dwar' Kanth jae
Khoje, Daude, pae Tumhe Yamuna kinare,
Akele, apne nao me bimarsh beitha hua
To kasoor payaliya ko na dena, Mohana!

Jo dekh ke v mujhe pash,
Thoda sa muhskurake fir bhari sa dil leke
Udasi k lahar par
Nao chalaye Tum chale jao
Ghat pe mujhe akela chhod ke
Kasoor ghat ko na dena
Jalte hue Deepak ko na dena,
Raat bhar jagte taron ko na dena...

Anjane me hue kasoor- kasoor nahi, Kanha,
Janke jo dil sukhae,
To kahna.
Jaan ke v jo dil dukha jae,
Pyar me wo kashurbar nahi kahlata.

13,12,15

Mera Sahar soya pada hai...

Mera sahar soya pada hai
Ek awaj nahi
Ek uhn nahi, ek ah nahi
Koi spandan nahi
Koi sphuling nahi
Mera sahar soya pada hai
Koi awaj nahi
Bhitar sannata hai...
Kitna kalarol, kitna haichai
Sab shant hai
Aj Rabibar hai
Aur mera sahar soya pada hai...

Kya hain ye raste dhamani jeise
Bichhe hue hein, yahan wahan
Ye khamosh hain,
Chalne wala jo soya pada hai
Sadkein Kis kaam ki..
Khali marg, katne ko daude..
Mere sahar ab utha nahi hai

Kitni bijan hai ye galiyan
Aur ye galiyare..
Koi unme daud nahi raha,
Koi kuchh kah nahi raha,
Koi Baja nahi koi murli nahi,
Khel dikhane wala soya hua hai,
Len den karne wala aj utha hi nahi h,
Bajar suna hai...
Koi ghanti nahi baj raha,
Mandir v nirjan hai,
Aj Pujari soya pada hai...
Aj Rabibar hai..
Aj sahar soya pada hai...

Raat bhar upasana me beitha, bithaya,
Raat bhar sankirtan chalta raha,
Mridang, damru, khol, kartal, manjira bajta raha,
Raat bhar hoti rahi puja
Devta ka hasna, ruthna, mang rakhna
Sab ek ek ata raha,
Kisam kisam k chese-gunjta raha,
Pujari deta raha, dilata raha..
Bahar ho ho jhum jhum chalta raha,
Mela chalta raha..
Mele me khel dikhane wala
Baja badal badal ke bajata raha,
Kabhi bansuri kabhi dafli bajaya,
Shor hota raha..
Itna shor...
Khel dikhane wala, baja,
pujari, mandir aur Devta -
Sab jeise ek ho gaye...
Raat bhar havan eise chala...
Par,
Aj ye sahar soya hua,
Khamosh, nirjan-
Koi chidiya v chehek nahi raha.
Radha naach nahi rahi,
Kanha k Vanshi sunai nahi de raha..
Aj koi awaj nahi,
Sahar soya pada hai mera.

Khali Pind k kya kaam
Jab atma na base isme
Ye mrut Pind ban jata,
Atma laye alok, laye shor,
Laye rang, Laye dhwani,
Laye jeeban is ghat me,
Uske bina atak jayen sansen
Koi gati nahi, koi chal prachal nahi,
Ek atibhautik sannata daude yahan,
Aj Jeeban soya pada hai,
Sab shant hai..
Angan ka jhukta hua Chand v maun hai,
Aj sahar ka jaan soya pada hai..
Koi awaj nahi,
Ek dhul kan v ud nahi raha,
Jeise koi band ho,
Jeise koi pavandi ho yahan..
Dhu dhu katne ko daude,
Khali pavan hu hu kahe,
Aj Rabibar hai,
Aj sab kuchh khamosh hai...
Mera sahar soya pada hai.

Sky light

As i sit upon my bedroom window
And look outside,
I saw the lemon tree taking bath in sun ray
Small green lemons popping out
Said hello to me!

The allgie upon the wall, crawling
Wrote some divination,
I m unable to interprete
But the birds are!
They are singing...
Some song,
In a chorus...
Telling me - everything is special,
Everything is renewed n beautiful!
Something magical is about to happen!
Something...
The whole Nature is ready to cherish...
The preamble of celebration has started!

Now the bumble bee appeared...
Bhhhhuuuummmmm
Bhummmmmmmmm
And whispered into my ear...
I closed my eyes out of fear
And tried to remain still!
Seeing me surrendered,
It entered the room through the window
And rested in my hair for some seconds
And said bhhhhuuummmm...
I folded my hands, praying, don't please bite me,
It smiled and kissed me,
Touched my right chick
And flew into the interiors of my room...

The Bumble Bee flew directly towards the skylight
It touched the ten bars of a chakra carved over there
And sang its 'Song of Invitation'...
Bhrrrrooommmm bhuuummm
It touched the bars of the chakra,
Coming and going out of it,
Like its weaving a net
And smilingly asking me to take note...
And wants my appraisal as well.

It sang more of merriment
And told me
Ritu Vasant -The Spring... the flower-month is coming!
Do hear the tinkling bells of its chariot...
Its approaching...with soft foot falls,
Sitting upon the melodious bird symphony
Its courtiers have reached early!

Meditating Music

Life, gliding ...
In the path of bewildering music to the soul,
where heart beats create poem, unknown...
Sky stretched above like a giant blue bird's wing,
Or a free verse song,
My essence and entirety rise n fall again to rise,
In this vast panoramic lyric...
Madly maddening moments...
Collecting, recollecting

Dear heart,
In the enveloping call of
this Enchanting Morning,
Dews are scattered in the field
Where I take a walk today...
All encompassing...
Thinking of you....
With love...

Song of Ecstacy

A cup of tea steaming nearby
The early sun touching the still drowsy eyes
And the wet feet, with the caressing arms of warmth,
Chirping birds..everywhere...
Their attempt to stage the sweet chorus,
The silent, standby greenery, not speaking a word
-an ancient companion,
All stimulates the sleeping spirit to wake up n smile
Who can stop the ecstasy,
Once the soul knows how to sing.

Cohesive Spirits

The water body
Singing through continuous ripples
Standing nearby
The mountain listens to it silently..
Ancient stretch of sand mumurs
As the unseen hand of air touches it.

This vast scenario-
Though have different names,
Is a 'communion of spirits'
Who listen to each other
Talks to each other
Through light
And in darkness,
Are always in 'cohesion'