Eclipse

A numberless sheet of sterile stars
strewn in the sky are no match
for the Sun and the Moon in love;
Stars twinkle but like a mottled mirage,
dissipate sporadic surges of light,
devoid of heart to eclipse and envious of
the Almighty Sun
which continues to burn in the fire of love,
radiating an aphrodisiac stream of light;
A giver of life, the sun is a power house of fiery love,
bestowing tranches of love with unparalleled generosity upon his beloved Moon, to keep it ever smiling
during the lonesome nights;
the Sun and the Moon are like two eternal lovers
destined to keep circling in the cosmic terrain,
and the Sun, overjoyed with the intermixed ecstasy of love,
gently whispers his compassion to the Moon ,
and the Moon approvingly nods as a token of
endearing consonance of self-surrender,
their hearts anxiously swing with the joy of meeting and imbricating each other,
but the heavens villainously turn their wishes into smoke,
the jealous earth intervening like a vampire wont to suck and enslave,
keeps the cross-fated lovers eternally apart;
lips sighing, hearts crying, the two ephemeral lovers finally succumb to the gloom of eclipse.
All the stars and meteors in the sky
watch the couple with awe and envy.

Poetry: The Hateful Darkness of Estrangement

when hearts change, looks also change,
eyes reflect a dead man's pupils ;
the gazelle glance seem to abscond
in the dark vacuum of estrangement.
Fooled by the blind love for her I must be
as I failed to grasp the reflection of her eyes
the last time I met her.
Those sweet eyes had changed,
that lovely look had gone
all visionary joy had vanished;
she and I saw each other
as if I looked in a mirror
and she posing the back of it
over shadowed by a treacherous umbra,
surrounding two black holes.
like the ones astronauts find in the cosmos;
Oh, how devastating her looks were,
murderous enough to kill a horse!
I had but to ask her gently
to take off her looks from me;
to spare me from the indifferent glance
that had never been the hallmark of those eyes,
I might have failed in love
But my love still persists for those eyes-
the like of which no stars had been
until the last moment
some dark cloud overwhelmed them
with the hateful darkness
of estrangement for me!

Poetry: An Ode to Beauty

Oh, my beautiful dove,
may the sheen of your beauty never becloud,
the rosy complexion of your delicate rind
never lose its feel and freshness;
the freckles and bronzing of darkness
may never stigmatize your embodiment;
tumults of the mind and the storms of the soul,
may never bother your elegance;
let my love be the strength,life and blood
of your sparkling beauty,
my skin be a lampshade overhanging the lamp of your beauty,
and the tallow drawn from my innards fuel it;
let the rays diffusing through the lampshade,
bring extra charm to your beauty,
may the lamps of your eyes keep sparkling with love,
your beauty be no slave to seasons,
prevailing all through spring,summer, winter and fall
never, never to wither or wane.

Poetry: This Earth is a Killer Wave!

Proud be not of your beauty,sweet,
beauty is but a flicker of light,
a moment here, the next nowhere!
a flower that blooms in spring
is destined to bring
a momentous sensuous delight
then forever to roll in dust;
Many a joyous rose, Camellia ,Violet,Lily,
brighten hearts with their exuberant looks,
nourish the fountain of love with joy,
adorn the garb of Devi of love,
finally leave the floral clime
becoming dust to dust in time
that rolls back and sprouts
new roses and lilies from the dust again!

Ah, what a stark fate
for the beauty pure,
Oh, the killer fangs of the greedy voluptuous earth!
the flowers that we see blooming in life's garden
remind us of the multitude embedded in the dusty earth,
never to be reborn and adorn this world;
earth's womb is but a shroud for all things beautiful, young, handsome, lovely flowers,
of loved ones, creme de la creme and all,
lost forever,
the few that we happen to see
blossoming are just paradigms
of billions of beautiful flowers
that once decorated this world,
gulped away by this unkind earth;
only some of them lucky enough
to reincarnate and relive with flowery faces;
to ride on the crest of killer wave
to our heart's pleasure
to be lost again in time.

Poetry: My Love

Should I say she's like a moon.
Should I tell you
what my love looks like?
Should I say she's like a moon
that brightens the dark nights?
Or, should I compare her to the sun
which shines with all its glory
and warms the days of life?
Should I compare her to a flower,
envied by a rose in the midst of spring;
Or, should I compare her to the veiled beauty
whom no eye has seen bare
except the walls and doors of her abode?
Like a houri on earth is she
the houris of paradise whom envy;
Yes, she is my love, my beloved,
her love runs like a sanguine fluid
across the veins of my heart and soul;
She lives with me, by me, all the time
beheld not by my eyes yet
I can see her, feel her in my heart
the music of her love resounds in my heartbeats,
she floats with my thoughts,
paints the true colors of my dreams.
I know She exists for me;
She's mine,my love, my life;
she may not know, so what?
but I know, I know.

Poetry: Where art thou my sweetheart?

where art thou, my sweet heart?
the darkness of the night
is getting deeper and deeper
all around is silence
and me alone moving in my
bedroom here and there
without purpose
my heart is heavier
eyes are sored up
eye lids hard to lift up
my eye balls becoming dull
I don't know where the heck are you?
Every night you play games with me
until the sun rises and pokes the spear
of its sharp bright ray
into the iris of my eyes
shutting them down
finally
till i fall dead asleep
all day waiting to prepare
for the arrival of my sweet heart
some night.
At least in my dream-ridden Sleep!

Poetry: Love

LOVE IS A BLASPHEMOUS THING
IF YOU LOVE YOU ARE DOOMED
ADAM AND EVE LOVED MADE LOVE
YOU KNOW HOW THEY GOT PLUMED?

CHUCKED OUT OF PARADISE
BARE HEAD BARE FOOT NUDE
NO MERCY NO FORGIVENESS
NO LOVE FOR THE LOVING BROOD

FIRST HATE BEGAN WITH LOVE
EVEN BEFORE THIS EARTH WAS MADE
LAST LOVE WILL DESTROY HATE
LOVE'S SHALL BE THE LAST CRUSADE

Poetry: The Gust of Suspicion is Not So Kind

Close the windows of your mind
The gust of suspicion is not so kind

Forcing its entry like a wanton thief
It steals from Heart the jewels of belief

Trusteth not what it ought to trust
Believeth not the word it must

Mind's world is treacherous place
Unscrupulously scrupulous without grace

It thinks and thinks for wordly gains
Matter and matter alone it entertains

Mind, the Arch Enemy of heart
In art of doubt and seduction, smart

Simple, gentle, kind and loving
Heart apart from heart is nothing

Devoid of treacherous Mind's guiles
Heart's like a face that always smile

No tricks, no play, no games, no jest
Heart alone is faith and love's nest

Heart's the resting place of God
The one and the only even and odd

In Beloved's love the Heart is blind
Free from thoughts of Gain and loss in its mind


When mind questions, love from Heart is gone
Faith vanishes from Heart's majestic throne

Mind has no spirit, it just consists of lowly matter
Stranger to Faith, love, and peace, it simply knows to chatter.