Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Bubbles!

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16th March ‘12

Engendered by ebullient minds
emanating through the tender lips
lovely bubbles float in the wind!

Shimmering in spectrum of colors
shaped as lovely rotund pods
gleefully they live gliding around.

Born of the air, floating in the same
essential lessons of existence
the shiny souls teach us all.

Unburdened by unborn futures
untied down by the bygone pasts,
here and, to now, is all they belong.

Here now and, lo, they are gone
but while they are here
sheer fun and frolic is their life.

Dancing for transitory lifetimes
tiny souls of unsullied appearance
they spread around smiles of joy.

I wish to become a lovely bubble
floating gaily in the flowing breeze
I can fly amongst the playful hands.

Even as I end in a bouncy burst
I wish to seed only love and peace
and leave, seeing smiles abound!

Rain on Me!

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22nd October '11

Somewhen once Love soaked my soul
in emotional ebbs and ebullient tides
crystalline Love flowed wild within me -
now only trickles a corpse-floating Ganges!

Tender walls of this tenuous heart
once painted with vibrant Love
are growing dry, crumbling inside me
cleaved as crevices tainted with darkness!

My estranged Beloved!
Come back now for a cursory while
color my life with your lifting love
raising me from this hellish life!
 
Once was my heart a ripe orchard
blossoming with buds of beautiful Life -
now with the Love’s stream trickling dry
I’m left to glean leftover-fruits of Love!

Someone sometimes shares a little love
shaping up slowly to surpass you -
yet this painfully paranoid heart
makes them wane like distant mirage!
 
My estranged Beloved!
Return to revive my rickety life
raining on me your intense love
drenching with delight my parched Soul!

Empty Cradle!

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Plucking from mind the passing thoughts
I often wove some garlands in words
presenting them all in poetic forms
I basked in the bliss they showered!
That lovely phase is lost these days
indolent mind resembles inert seas
abandoned by whims and words alike
untouched notebook lies like empty cradle
feeding me with pangs of a barren womb!