Faerie

The melodies that echoes in my ear,
Of a distant maid calling my name,
In the hamlet near that ocean bed,
From the mountain ridges of the north,

She plays and runs, and roam around,
Sits above that rocky cliff,
And sees the sun at the horizon go down,
And the melodies echoed in my ears.

One early morning,
She thus woke and ran,
To meet the rising sun on the mountain cliffs,
And I heard the melodies echo in my ear

Her sweet voice with love in it,…
The gentle wind…the gentle breeze,
Her shyness and her mystical smile…
Her dark black hair,…and her that very face…

While the wind rhymes her anklet’s sound,
She runs with her bare feet up above the mountain cliffs,
As if a flower would blossom in her trodden steps,
Pulling her lehenga a little above her ankle…

Thus one day I went,
To meet the voice on the mountain ridges,
Where she stood facing the rising sun, singing a song,
And I gently embraced her from behind,

And then she turned towards to me,
With her wet eyes…with her doubtful smile…
Then I kissed her forehead and her tears,
And together we stayed…forever and long.

* lehenga: an ankle length skirt, derived from Indian word.

Violin Song

If I ever hear your hollow sound,
Echoing in the midnight day,
Hollow melody with the gentle wind,
And a couple dancing to your tune,

If I ever hear your pressed sound,
Up to yourself in the early morn,
Melancholic melody in the bustling traffic,
And a couple in hurry passing by of you,

If I ever hear your joyous sound,
Echoing amidst the crowd at a stage,
Merry sound that brings everyone to groove,
And everyone’s feet tapping the floor below,

I would forever know,
Countless emotions you bring to life,
By your strings of sorrow and joy,
You are the words of those unspoken silences,
You are the unchained melody of the violin song.

Lamented Ode to Childhood

Small wonders roam over these narrow lanes,
Innocent little kids who see the world with utter innocence,
While they roam and play, and wander around,
The sun above them shines in merry brightness

Although those elderly walk to the temple doors,
And offer their respects to their creator,
Those small wonders are closest to the heavenly spirits,
With their innocent hearts that wonder a god

An elderly thus lamented, for his childhood long gone,
Where he played and roamed, and wandered around,…
Here and there, with nothing on his mind,
And no sorrow in his heart,

Oh! how beautiful life had then resembled,
When I wondered what is a cat!
Yet how quickly it has flown,
And left me with not a bit of my childhood innocence,

But now I know, a cat and a dog,
With distinct characters of their own,
Yet something flew right below me when I knew them,…

My childhood days with innocence overshadowing me.

Yet those little wonders, now with innocence etched on their faces,
Will be just like me,
Lamenting for their lost childhood days,
Considering how quickly life has flown…
Oh! what misery.

But I now wonder with innocence that at least is revived,
Who is closest to god forever long,
With the flowing time, a child alas! Grows to a man,
With no innocence left behind,…grave deeds and the same intentions,

What a sorrow it is to say,
None of those mercied are close to god,
For between the heaven and the land below,Vast winds and cool breeze blows!

Elusive Love

Hark! The sounds of the colossal breeze,
The fragrance of my love mixed with it,
“Treacherous” you may say,
Nay, I am a true lover within

Your azure eyes of the deep blue sea,
Oh! what beauty it seems to me,
Look from the eyes of my heart,
And I’ll tell you how angelic you are to me

Heavenly angels dare not tread on your depth,
Save my love I give to you,
“Fake” you may name it,
Nay, it’s real than you dread

Kings of heaven,
Descendants of earth,
“Illusion” you may call her to me,
Nay, she’s a reality you wish to snatch away from me.

“Love, I love you,”
I wish I could say,
Yet something on my way stops me from within,
Misery it is to me, yet “I love you, love”

My words serve my purpose,
I love you, and that is what I mean,
I know not how you are,But your name marks my existence.

The Nightingale and the Rose

Like the roses fade,
Your love to me…I doubt it did last
Alas! What a misery it is,
T o the dying rose,

Yet the thorns are as fresh as new
While the world doesn’t bother,
It pities itself
And weeps while its petals tear apart

Oh dear, nay you cry” said the nightingale
Feeling sorry for the fading rose
Life’s a cycle of death and birth,
Why cry in dismay?

Alas! What a sorrow it is,
For I was newly born, look at my afresh thorns…
Look at the fading me

“Nay you cry. Laugh and go,
And spread your fragrance for the Immortal time
And I’ll carry it to the deserts and the mountain,
Nay you cry for you fragrance will linger on.”

And thus laughed the rose, for the nightingale at the least,
Spread the fragrance by the howling wind
And gently slept away from the stem.
Words

Words always mean more than we say,
Yet at times it remains quiet
Disembarking us from saying,
How much we love the other

At times they are the ocean’s rage
And a time, the sound of the gentle wind.
Which no one could listen to…
Which everyone ere to hear.

For in these winds,
The words are hidden…
Foe in these winds,
The words get carried away

If I could frame the gentle winds,
And let go of the ocean’s rage,
I would know exactly what I feel,
I would know exactly what she feels,

Words always mean more than we say,
Yet at times it remains quiet
Disembarking us from hearing,
How much the other loves us

These words are just mere expressions of oneself,
Yet it means so much to the other…
And so much it means to us,
Hark! The gentle winds

I love you, I never can say,
For my words get carried away
By the howling wind I can hear,
As I gently call your name!

Words always mean more than we say,
Yet at times it remains quiet
Disembarking us from saying,
How much we love the other
Disembarking us from hearing,
How much the other loves us.
Precious Red

Oh! How wonderful you look to me.
With that smile over you face,
Perfect paradise, it seems to me,
Where I could live forever and long

Your name refers some angelic light
Never had anyone thought about
And your smile reflects presumptuous moon,
Never did I ever think of!

And yet in these darkness,
I think of you,
And the very thought
Reflects your sweetness and you love

Believe in my words,
For I love you dear,
Believe in my words,
Before they mean more or less

With these thoughts, I wish to sleep
Come in my dreams, together we shall live
For reality of ours, separates you from me,
Seven vast seas, oh! What misery!

Wanderer

Words run poor on my lips
When I say how much I love you dear
Fair Lady you place is in the velvet roses
But why not in the madness of my heart?

“Love doesn’t last to those born lonely” said Fair Lady to me,
And I cried to the utmost
Where not even angels could share my tears!

The words of disbelief I heard from the Lady I loved,
Forgive you I said to her, blessed her spirit and walked away
I then turned to her and said in simple voice,
She mistook a relief!

Tears have become so cheap, they fall without a sense,
Heart has become so useless, it beats to anyone it sees
Forgive me Fair Lady for I’m a born poor and a lonely soul
That wanders around to find someone to walk with!

I then bid her a bye…nay, I walked away
To the place where solitude never leaves, and happiness never exists,
To the slums of poverty
Where loneliness clings…to the place where I could relate…

Oh! What sorrow it had been…
I still remember now…
But alas she never understood
I an the thorn that protects the rose!

The last day of one October sun,
I walked to her, bleeding…
Blood all over…

How much I wished to touch her the last time, no one could feel…
And yet I fell on the ground…
My hand asking to hold her hands…
For the next time I’m born, oh! Fair Lady,
I shall not be born lonely.