The lane is a lonely stretch
If only you knew the light walks with you
The lush, green forests make you feel lost
If only you knew you find only when you knew you lost
This valley is for finding, you find when you become ready to lose
To surrender is to know you never give up ever
This knowing can last for a lifetime, or it can evade you this moment onwards
As you walk along, you realise something holds you.....
The faith and the recognition hold you tight
This thread of faith is a rope, you realise
As you look up – you feel the clouds walking
You pass the range, as you follow the clouds
The clouds bring you back on earth
When you spot the boundary the edges of a range make up
You realise the realisation of a lifetime
You can see now – its the side profile of the Buddha
The sight of the lord humbles you
It leaves you pristine and moved
You always knew the hills loved the Gods
You see it today...And you feel the love
You come back on your lane
Feeling a world of a difference
The path is no longer a lonely aisle
You smile, as you feel grace walking besides you...into the woods......
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Magic of the Western Ghats
The mist on the range is sniffing with the glory
Glory that brings to life the joyful buds
The Western Ghats look more glad than they ever did
As if they swing with the pride of the emperor
The emperor is known to be sitting in the arena of the west
The arena of the grand lord, known since eternity for his magic
A magic that pulls us, akin to a magnet pulling the metal
As we drive through the magical ranges, we feel dwarfed
Feeling dwarfed means feeling big
A sudden rush of grace sweeps us
The aura of the still ranges makes us swell
When you stand quiet, you stand tall
As the drive thickens, the ranges get more candid
They start talking to us a little more
The virgin innocence of the city captures us awestruck
The hustle bustle of the land is way off
I close my eyes as the sun begins to recede at dusk
Telling me, almost – a story went well told
It awakens a sense of relief
As I look forward to tomorrow’s sunrise atop the ghats
Glory that brings to life the joyful buds
The Western Ghats look more glad than they ever did
As if they swing with the pride of the emperor
The emperor is known to be sitting in the arena of the west
The arena of the grand lord, known since eternity for his magic
A magic that pulls us, akin to a magnet pulling the metal
As we drive through the magical ranges, we feel dwarfed
Feeling dwarfed means feeling big
A sudden rush of grace sweeps us
The aura of the still ranges makes us swell
When you stand quiet, you stand tall
As the drive thickens, the ranges get more candid
They start talking to us a little more
The virgin innocence of the city captures us awestruck
The hustle bustle of the land is way off
I close my eyes as the sun begins to recede at dusk
Telling me, almost – a story went well told
It awakens a sense of relief
As I look forward to tomorrow’s sunrise atop the ghats
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
The Onset of the Blessed Season
My eyes started betraying me,
My soul felt like ditching me this season
My spirit came sprinting to my rescue
Told me – Learn to smile without a reason!
The bells seem rusted, no one knows why
Did you know the bells wanted to tinkle,
They asked me – Can we dance in your happiness today?
They wish to see me drowned in a smile, not a wrinkle
My life wishes for one smile from me,
My world is waiting for me to touch the flute of glory
My hands are reaching out to the field of blessings
My hands are itching to script my own divine story
The sun’s rays are remindful of the love it emits
The peacocks bring to life their glorious past
The shine in everyone’s eyes is not to be mistaken
The shimmer they’ll leave behind is for ever going to last!
My soul felt like ditching me this season
My spirit came sprinting to my rescue
Told me – Learn to smile without a reason!
The bells seem rusted, no one knows why
Did you know the bells wanted to tinkle,
They asked me – Can we dance in your happiness today?
They wish to see me drowned in a smile, not a wrinkle
My life wishes for one smile from me,
My world is waiting for me to touch the flute of glory
My hands are reaching out to the field of blessings
My hands are itching to script my own divine story
The sun’s rays are remindful of the love it emits
The peacocks bring to life their glorious past
The shine in everyone’s eyes is not to be mistaken
The shimmer they’ll leave behind is for ever going to last!
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Our Love is Immortal
Your every gesture would give it away
Your every look could melt out your story
Your every step forward could tell me you wanted to stop
Your every word could show your love for silence
This is a milestone in our lifetimes,
Our love was always eternal
Today, when you tell me just that
I can’t manage more than a smile
The sense of knowing you
Has been carrying for lifecycles
The knowledge of your eyes
Almost feels immortal
This lifetime knows the love
It has always known you
It ain’t a shadow
I know you walk beside me
There are no regrets for what lies ahead
Your turning midway will not leave me blue
Each time you see a beautiful dream, remember me
For I pray – may all your dreams come true!
Your every look could melt out your story
Your every step forward could tell me you wanted to stop
Your every word could show your love for silence
This is a milestone in our lifetimes,
Our love was always eternal
Today, when you tell me just that
I can’t manage more than a smile
The sense of knowing you
Has been carrying for lifecycles
The knowledge of your eyes
Almost feels immortal
This lifetime knows the love
It has always known you
It ain’t a shadow
I know you walk beside me
There are no regrets for what lies ahead
Your turning midway will not leave me blue
Each time you see a beautiful dream, remember me
For I pray – may all your dreams come true!
Monday, July 25, 2011
Silence on a Moonless Night
When Dried Marigold flowers
started sniffing of Saffron,
I realised – the magic had worked!
your presence had knocked on my door
Like the water pleads for moonlight
on a moonless night,
You had heard my callout
You came flying, to yield to my plight
Your feathers were so soft
they made me like the roughness
You smiled, said – “Nothing is rough”
It’s the hand that touches, decides
Roughness of the heart
Can never stay for long,
Your one cruel word
cannot kill my heart’s song
Every sheet of linen screams for some color
Maybe yellow, maybe green
But It never asks for a color unknown
It only asks for a blessing, that remains unseen
Love needs no proof
Neither does it need crying hoarse.
It means nothing to let go of love,
It builds a castle of faith even after the departure
If you ever get to meet me again,
Know that moonless nights also shine
You might not be there,
Your silence will be the wordless divine!
started sniffing of Saffron,
I realised – the magic had worked!
your presence had knocked on my door
Like the water pleads for moonlight
on a moonless night,
You had heard my callout
You came flying, to yield to my plight
Your feathers were so soft
they made me like the roughness
You smiled, said – “Nothing is rough”
It’s the hand that touches, decides
Roughness of the heart
Can never stay for long,
Your one cruel word
cannot kill my heart’s song
Every sheet of linen screams for some color
Maybe yellow, maybe green
But It never asks for a color unknown
It only asks for a blessing, that remains unseen
Love needs no proof
Neither does it need crying hoarse.
It means nothing to let go of love,
It builds a castle of faith even after the departure
If you ever get to meet me again,
Know that moonless nights also shine
You might not be there,
Your silence will be the wordless divine!
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Your Coming, My Becoming....
Your coming into my life is like becoming,
Your caress is like a hue of marigold.
My heart knows you care for me
The winds say it aloud, almost in letters bold.
The writing is there on the wall,
But what to do- the wall is tainted with mud
The taint prevents me from meeting your eyes
A flower that refuses to leaves its abode, its bud.
Who does not love flowers and their fragrance?
When did I say I don’t want to be with you?
I have forever wanted to be a part of you,
Have stood and waited for a lifetime in a queue
My turn shall come one day
When a few living moments of yours will be mine,
There would be that one day, when your one look-
Will do the work done by a glass of wine
Intoxicate is what you do to me….
You bring the best out of me
You are the rhythm in my song of the soul
You bring my tune to such glee
Will wait for your magic to pick me up
I wait to be engulfed by your wave,
I swear I will ride with all my heart
Will readily become for life, your loving slave!!
Your caress is like a hue of marigold.
My heart knows you care for me
The winds say it aloud, almost in letters bold.
The writing is there on the wall,
But what to do- the wall is tainted with mud
The taint prevents me from meeting your eyes
A flower that refuses to leaves its abode, its bud.
Who does not love flowers and their fragrance?
When did I say I don’t want to be with you?
I have forever wanted to be a part of you,
Have stood and waited for a lifetime in a queue
My turn shall come one day
When a few living moments of yours will be mine,
There would be that one day, when your one look-
Will do the work done by a glass of wine
Intoxicate is what you do to me….
You bring the best out of me
You are the rhythm in my song of the soul
You bring my tune to such glee
Will wait for your magic to pick me up
I wait to be engulfed by your wave,
I swear I will ride with all my heart
Will readily become for life, your loving slave!!
Monday, April 4, 2011
World Cup 2011- Team India's Extra Run!
(Dedicating this poem to the fine army of 11 fearless men, finely led by MS Dhoni who rewrote history by clinching the ICC Cricket World Cup 2011 at Wankhede Stadium,Mumbai on 2nd April 2011.)
The fine smell of victory fills the air
The talented boy’s mother makes sweets aplenty
Both jaggery and joy taste one-just sweet
The smiles and claps were awaited for years more than twenty
Almost three decades it took to come,
When it came, it got us a wave of hope
Hope that tears will be forgotten,
Strong shall become today, the rope!
Rope, of courage and happiness
Only gets stronger and stronger from here,
For men who were pacing on their swan song
Are now singing the last few melodies which we all can hear
The phantoms are out singing sweet songs
The reflection of this historic moment will etch forever
The Indian team is now sold to their destiny’s gold
They’ll be reminded of the sheen, on their every cricketing endeavor
Screams and cries of ecstasy flows above the ground
Hugs and Tears are ruling the night
Right now, Crackers and fireworks are the only sound
Almost dancing to the tune of eleven men’s might!!
The fine smell of victory fills the air
The talented boy’s mother makes sweets aplenty
Both jaggery and joy taste one-just sweet
The smiles and claps were awaited for years more than twenty
Almost three decades it took to come,
When it came, it got us a wave of hope
Hope that tears will be forgotten,
Strong shall become today, the rope!
Rope, of courage and happiness
Only gets stronger and stronger from here,
For men who were pacing on their swan song
Are now singing the last few melodies which we all can hear
The phantoms are out singing sweet songs
The reflection of this historic moment will etch forever
The Indian team is now sold to their destiny’s gold
They’ll be reminded of the sheen, on their every cricketing endeavor
Screams and cries of ecstasy flows above the ground
Hugs and Tears are ruling the night
Right now, Crackers and fireworks are the only sound
Almost dancing to the tune of eleven men’s might!!
Sunday, March 6, 2011
The Night Of Glory
Your face shines today like a diamond bead,
The forehead bears a divinity unknown since birth.
The air screams of your presence and begs us to pay heed
This night is special, it is showing us our master’s worth.
As you drown in his glory,
You take us along with you in this stream
The water seems to gush with us along, like a well-told story
You sit there, almost like the Divine torch giving way to its beam
Your face picks up the smile,
That has lit up many an atom and life
Your being dons his magic
A magic- that can bring any wish alive
As we sing songs of devotion tonight
Melt is what you do inside me;
Merging as if turning our every wrong into right,
This night will not fade away, it always will be……….
The forehead bears a divinity unknown since birth.
The air screams of your presence and begs us to pay heed
This night is special, it is showing us our master’s worth.
As you drown in his glory,
You take us along with you in this stream
The water seems to gush with us along, like a well-told story
You sit there, almost like the Divine torch giving way to its beam
Your face picks up the smile,
That has lit up many an atom and life
Your being dons his magic
A magic- that can bring any wish alive
As we sing songs of devotion tonight
Melt is what you do inside me;
Merging as if turning our every wrong into right,
This night will not fade away, it always will be……….
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
His touch, His Divinity.....
He saw, He stood and He asked!
His quest became a jewel
A little spark of water made my worth shine,
To shine beyond its luster- got into the jewel’s mind
And then the heart started talking,
Words and actions seemed not too many.
And suddenly, I wanted to sing aloud,
I want to dazzle like a diamond- said the penny.
Pennies and Nickels,
Are they metals full of worth?
Splendid dreams can always turn into realities,
Says my marshall, the divine master of this earth.
Loving you is to love him,
Loving like a fool is the trick.
Innocence binding the emotion
Akin- a candle flaming around the wick.
But One day, the candle will light up the room
The glory will reach his ear,
One day, the buds will also get to bloom
He would also get to know, what makes him so dear.
His quest became a jewel
A little spark of water made my worth shine,
To shine beyond its luster- got into the jewel’s mind
And then the heart started talking,
Words and actions seemed not too many.
And suddenly, I wanted to sing aloud,
I want to dazzle like a diamond- said the penny.
Pennies and Nickels,
Are they metals full of worth?
Splendid dreams can always turn into realities,
Says my marshall, the divine master of this earth.
Loving you is to love him,
Loving like a fool is the trick.
Innocence binding the emotion
Akin- a candle flaming around the wick.
But One day, the candle will light up the room
The glory will reach his ear,
One day, the buds will also get to bloom
He would also get to know, what makes him so dear.
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