Feed Me the Words

Oh! these words,

travel through the world.

A pilgrimage they make,

passing oceans, skies and lakes.

What panoramic scenes we know,

if words are not to flow.

                      a gamboling kitten,

                      a solitary lighthouse,

                      a volery of birds.

What paradisiac nature we see,

if words are not set free.

                       the auriferous sun,  

                       the fluvial contours,

                       the humongous hills.

Words are what - the mirabilia of this world.

So, feed me the words. 

Song of the Lonely Whale

Ref: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/52-hertz_whale

Treasure

Of

all the treasures

that

I hold

you

are the

most precious of all

shining goodness

of your soul

makes

my heart’s

essence glow

for

you

are the

only treasure

I behold

Dreamy Sea: Rondel

Beautiful night, glowing moon,

it’s you and me forever to be,

night hums a mellow tune,

singing lullaby for me and thee.

Wishes fly in sandy dunes,

on the shores of dreamy sea,

beautiful night, glowing moon,

it’s you and me forever to be.

But this dream ends soon,

reality is different to see,

vanishing suddenly you and me,

dissolving in vast lagoon,

beautiful night, glowing moon.

Rondel: French poetry form; 13 lines. The rhyme pattern is A. B. a. b.. and .a. b. A. B. for the first two stanzas and a quintain for the final stanza that mirrors the first two stanzas, with the last line repeating the first line of the first stanza . The meter is open but like most French poetry, usually of eight syllables.

Silence

Underneath percolating rain drops in sand beneath  dew drops rolling down the leaf blades among playful waves of roaring oceans there’s  deep silence only heard by a heart calm within

Thousand Deaths

As she

saw his hand

slipping away

from her hand

                          she died

                          thousand deaths

                          in that

                          one instance

His face

faded away

like butterfly’s wings

                                      she knew

                                      from

                                      that moment

                                      days were over

                                      of spring

Life went on

at its own pace

leaving

scars of pain

in the voices

of space

                 and

                           she died

                           thousand deaths

                           at

                           every instance

 

Surrender

You are ~

the mesmerising fragrance of an enchanting spring,

the warm breath of assurance in freezing winter chill.

                          

No citadel or silk wall, no garden or waterfall,

can ever bind a meditating heart drowned in love.

Be it Jasmine, rose, daisy or lavender,

nothing can match the pure love in its splendour.

Let us dissolve into each other,

and all over together rediscover,

the meaning of life, pain, love and suffering,

and how a few words are so comforting.

Let there be no you or me,

but only one - “we”.

We are now, in unison,

our energies merging within,

the cosmos.

 

"Om Namah Shivayae"

Mighty mystic Himalayas,

a great revered Shivalaya.

Lord Shiva’s holy grace,

flows as rivers all over the space.

Rhythm of Lord Shiva’s drum,

every valley sweetly hums.

Lord’s name engraved as “OM”,

sanctifies agni, jal, vayu and vyom.

Tandav ,when Nataraj performs,

whole universe reforms.

You control the tides - high or low,

Oh! Lord Shiva to thee I bow.

"Om Namah Shivayae" – The holy mantra of Lord Shiva.

“Shivalaya”– Temple of Lord Shiva .

“Agni” – Fire, “Jal” – Water, “Vayu” – Air, “Vyom” – Space/ Sky.

“Tandav”- Mythical dance performed by Lord Shiva that can destroy the universe.  

“Nataraj” – Another name of Lord Shiva, when he performs Tandav.