Bliss

An irrepairable emotion
Uncontrollable leaps of joy
An aim seems closer
The strenuous path crossed.

My Lord was here
And I am now.
Midst crowds of hundreds

But for me He danced yet again
Pulling my life towards him
And purging my reluctant self

An art form concieves our bond
And also finalises it.

Ushering me to Your shrine
Where serinity enthrawls me
Amidst purposeless talks.

Love Lorn Mumbai

[This is the first time I have tried my hand at rhyming.I wrote this as a narrative for a friend's 2 minute film.Hope it works out for him.]


What a haste does the city make
Working and earning is what you take
To be a part of this metropolitan state?
Everything works at a rapid rate
And problems become inordinate
The crowd, the pollution, the corruption can all make one suffocate
But the demanding pace is not all it takes
To mark one’s fate
In this metropolitan state.

In the hustle-bustle of the life that can tire
Is seen a clear evidence of secret desire

Love can smother any fire;
Melt mountains higher
These were words of some great seer(sire)
But this famous city embarks love as a free desire.

Love is seen in nature here
Tree barks speak of lovers’ love
Made undying by inscriptions high and low.
An imprint of a heart with poetic lines for the beloved
Adorn rocks ,bricks and pillars alike.

Love is in the air some said,
It might be so all over the world
However this city great
Displays love on everything solid
Over flooded transports, a moving proof of a lover’s love
Messages etched on buses and trains :a moving display of the lover’s love

Personal space the city suggests
With a moonlit sea view or corner benches
A high surged tide subsides
To bring in view another tale
Of love’s new decree
For you and me to see
To see and to remember that love has to be
To make this city on the sea
A lovely place to be.

A Dream

Dark alleys of dreams,
Bright lane of obscure thoughts

Awakening to a morose ring,
Churning desire to adore the strange.

I yearn for a clearer mind
Invoke the divine soul

Wishing for an enhanced dream,
For the illusions rest and veracity permeates.

The Deity

A piece of wood not so very old

Carved to look like a being

Attains its purpose of being prayed to.

So many prayers of hope,

Of health,of happiness and of wants are offered.

Extreme belief is all that is built,

Once in its presence.

How long the belief prevails?

When does it wear away?

For the deity has no eyes to see

And no fingers to feel your pain.

The Music Of My Mind

The flutes and the strings
Pull along my chain of thoughts.
In a rhythm of the lively percussion,
All the happiness, hope and doubt
Is taken into one direction
Into the open night with just my thoughts
Scattered like the stars, so bright and sure.
Let the music prevail
Forever in my conscience.