Thursday, August 29, 2019

fter (Residence at Cambridg (Book Three, The Prelude)ks


After  (Residence at Cambridg
(Book Three, The Prelude)ks

I always loved  and looked into books
From cover page into every page of
Significance;  university halls  and every
Corner of library had its glory and catch
For my reading bent unabated; by sprinklers
Cool shady nooks  and walks, a thrill
of  partaking  Bliss of Nature.

Knowledge  in pursuit of sacred input,
While  memory  glows  tapping record
Rooms of ancient buildings once dominant
Adjoing the  library. The philosophy of
Simple gait  and upright thinking  ever
In the blood – predominant factor .
The  HOUSE OF GOD should ever be
By my side  with HIS PROTECTION.

Wednesday, August 21, 2019

Marriage ( after Guardian)


MARRIAGE( After  guardian)

What  is marriage ? simply
A union of two physical entities,
Or soul searching, phenomenon,
Dipped  in consoling music of
Heavenly  aura encompassing our
 Whole  bodies and beings;

What is marriage, a play of
Dolls  and  cutting cakes
Enrobed in silks  and feasts
Gala spent in  acoustics
 Far reaching beyond
auditorium of colorful  show!

Parks  and  railway station platforms
Inside compartments, love blossoms
A fruition of feelings ,touching
And untouching, simply touch and go ;

In some nullification and rebirths
In rebirths of marriages set and go;
Candles   and candelabras  ever  glow
In halls of seasons and weddings.

  
Certainly a  mirage, if you perceive
In limited perspectives.

Friday, August 16, 2019

Our Breath of moment- notes of Muses.


Our  Breath of  moment- notes  of Muses.

We are  the notes, we are  the sacred
 Notations of  ever  vibrant in our voices,
 Our ebullient strings, our thrill  and rhapsody;
Truth  is  the order  of  the Day,plain is
Our  medium ,consolation is our dictum;
We  sing in the morn, by the evergreen  horn,
Of hanging boughs, sirened  by  chirps,
Of parrots  and  mynas; we  can see many
Sights with profound  clairvoyance ;
Repeat the   sounds of distant messages
Still ringing ; our present in front
Taking  its dynamic form, full
Fledged reflection  in its melodic
Norms. Sheep or swain, man or matter
It is all the same, it is our moment
Of sacred  bliss, irrespective of snowy
Mounds we carry our mission
With zeal unchecked, it is our
Moment of  the day.

Monday, August 12, 2019

After Story's end Guardian


  • Story's End by Kathleen Raine
    As clouds slowly disappear,
    our uncertainties vanish in their
    own way. Still we cling on to our
    likes, special likes, our lucky stars.
    SHE walks searching her beloved
    all through; thinking of those who
    search in dark the unidentifiable,
    she also treads the path of search
    something unique and longstanding.
    How much of craggy and rugged
    Lines in her path, still she moves
    Ahead braving all the obstacles,
    One questions who is that she
    She is the lone star ever shining
    and illumining all around us.


Thursday, August 01, 2019

Woe to the day when I was handcuffed


Woe to the day when I was handcuffed

Sudden knock one fine  morning,
No no, it was not a fine morning,
But ill fated for me to be surrounded
By two  cops , me bewildered, taken
To the prison, not knowing, what for
 a mystery. My repeated pleas
 Went in vain. Suddenly I was given
An explanation that I was seen  in the
Midst of gangsters; Law taking its own law
What can I do.  I know pretty well that
Particular day I was away .
What a princely life, what  a  royal treatment
At home, surrounded by my thick blood relatives,
Now their voices and support could not reach them,
How  I went about writing poems and chatting with
My friends and seminars -a venue often in my diary.

Life – the real concept of life -where I know not!
Seclusion, away from society and gathering,
Inward thaw, nocturnal  round of beats,
No dice  nor gambling of lesser cadre,
No drinks not even movies- within four
Walls – a cell of self imprisonment.

No preacher nor any  holy priest
Rings  around   the talisman on
My hand;  these chains -are they my
Deadlock:  in my sleep when I am
Half awake, in my wakeful state,
My chanting of  The Bhagvat Gita
My mantra, my redemption and Solace.