The Wanderer

You feel the cool wind blowing
And it assists you to wander more
In search of love or lust you don't know.
But then, you're sure that its your journey;
And yours alone.
Cos the decisions you made,
Forever was for yourself.
You cross the fields and the forests
And many a people you meet
All are different in their own way
And you are left amazed by the variety
You cross the rivers and the deserts
Reach a pasture, peaceful and serene.
And there you meet your real self;
A mystic saint It appears to be.
And what It wanted was to free you from the dilemma,
Whether to search for the Beauty or the Truth.

Thou art my sunshine in the rain...

Shower me with thy love, oh my lady;

Thou art my sunshine in the rain

Thou art the blooming rose in the full moon night

Which maketh me crave for more of thee, thy love.

But solitude is the answer that thou giveth

But my mind be incorrigible, manifesteth only but for thee.

Thou art the charme, and thou stimulateth

And I'm under thy spell

Thou hath the grace, and thy smile be divine

That maketh me thy slave.

But thou doth not accepteth my worship

But my love be incorrigible, shalt be only for thee

Shower me with thy love, oh my lady;

Thou art my sunshine in the rain...

But my Love, You don't know Me...

 

Oh my lady,

I love you.

Not even a day passes

Without me thinking of you.

But my Love,

You don't know me.

Every day I see you

In my dreams.

As a lily, pure and serene

Which has blossomed inside my heart.

But my Love,

You don't know me.

Whenever there's a full moon,

That reminds me of you

The always inviting charm and glow

That which your face bears.

But my Love,

You don't know me.

So close to you I am

In my dreams

But far enough

In my fears

But my Love,

You don't know me.

I cherish every moment

That I've spent with you

Even the thoughts of those days

Are mesmerizing enough.

But my Love,

You don't know me.

Far away from you,

I manifest my thoughts

Which I hope

Will bring me closer to you

But my Love,

You don't know me.

Everytime I see you in my dreams

I see my Lady Love

And I see the glow in your eyes

Which makes me dream of us

But my Love,

You don't know me.

I dream of a future

With you, that is romantic

I just can't wait for the day

When you realize my intensity

But my Love,

You don't know me.

Give it up for the season, Give it up for the rain..

A cool wind blows out there

and I've covered myself under the big grey blanket

I can hear the rustle of leaves and branches

And also the fluttering of corrugated sheets over trusses

Even the fan is switched on, which too

Makes a growling sound

Sounds; all those which refers to that of the wind

I can also hear sounds of prolonged thunder

Somewhere far, miles away.

Lifting one end of the blanket, I peep out through the window

There's a sudden flush of light

And then I see the azure blue sky

Which seems to be greying up with clouds,

And turquoise green canopy over the horizon.

I cover myself up once again, wanting to sleep

There's still enough light under the grey blanket

And the hue which I see and sounds which I hear

Takes me down memory lane.

Days when I left to the nursery crying out loud

And lazy mornings of the rainy season

Half awake and not wanting to get up from bed

As a kid, I had always enjoyed the rain

Making paper boats and playing in the slush and floods

When it rained, and fishing, with playmates

But now, I miss all those chores of that of a child

Yes; As now it has started to rain outside,

Let me get some good sleep...

Oh Beauty...

Oh beauty,

Who has seen the glow in your eyes,

Other than me?

The sparkle in your eyes

Which shun away even the stars…

Oh beauty,

Who has heard your voice romantic,

Other than me?

The sweet tone

Which tranquilizes me…

Oh beauty,

Who has felt your soothing touch,

Other than me?

The golden touch

Which removes all disorders…

Oh beauty,

Who has seen your inner beauty,

Other than me?

The beauty of your heart

Which conquered mine…

When Respect is Lost...

When respect is lost

Betrayal becomes the order of the day

People turning grey;

I don’t say narrow minded

But their mind is not straight

Unrequited love and agony rules the day

And one’s own guilt is not recognized

Lose guilt, live life is the motto of the day

Scornful imagery all over

Which laughs at you

Fight the battle all alone

Cos betrayal is the order of the day…

Paradox

A paradox should be left in every statement

Cos there is nothing more beautiful than it;

Like a lie intended that turns out to be a truth

A paradox has an art in it; a desire in it;

Like a vision unseen or like an unheard sweet music

This makes you feel enlightened;

But proves to be foolish

Which itself is paradoxical;

Like love which is unrequited

And that makes a beautiful paradox;

That which I hate!!!