Perseverance

So far I have been encircling these two isles only, thinking as long as the waters let me swim around, I can survive and it may go for ever. Some phases pass by quite rapidly that even before knowing what is passing by it becomes history and some phases seem like lingering forever. If only one change I am allowed to make, this incongruent time accelerator I would like to tamper with, although this choice would get stiff tussle from one another very complex issue to be dealt with and that is human satisfaction. The more one achieves the more one desires, and desires slowly die when no accomplishment one finds out of the efforts. How much effort one puts behind may mostly be meaningless to most, as is certain that mere satisfaction out of the efforts is nobody’s desire. It defies what the moral science teaches but in itself the whole idea is not immoral, be it being desirous for accomplishments through efforts or be it seeking peace in hanging boots. Perseverance is another bird.

She may or may not choose to rescue. In this infernal swim, I have been looking over the sky for this bird called perseverance, to be picked up and dropped again and again, so that I keep on swimming till the waters last. As these waters hardly give me the calmness to ponder over where and how to seek refuge, and when keeping afloat in perpetual torrents seems indulgence, momentaneous spineless deluges are sent to throw insouciant tests. As is the case no refuge alone shapes into an accomplishment. I am alone and this bridge needs to be there as earnestly as is my feel to be dry and comfortable. I pray to the Almighty alone, this discombobulation is lifted and the bird keeps hovering over me.

Where Words Fail

It emotes in such turbulence
That, reasons just betray
And yearns for justice from the words
Which leave a wanting say.

No coyness in that heart, still
The soul is never satisfied
As well efficacy of the eloquence
Shies in evasive ride.

Such feeling if was made
Must those words be made too
Conveyed in exactness and be full
Pretty to be heard and few.

Come With Me

Look, O the sweetness of my heart.
a new day has come to you,
welcomes you to a new lease of life,
one just as beautiful as you are,
to strive to fill up the desirous voids,
and atonements for liberal dulnesses,
of the day just gone hurriedly past,
to be lived again to the peace of heart,
in your spirit's symphony untired.

Through the mirror of the dawn spread,
spectrums of countless hues for you,
and titillates the beauty of your tenderness,
the playful breezes moistened in dew.
Rekindle the most joyous of your dreams,
in gem like eyes which I have seen,
as jolly chirpings sing for you,
their heartful lovely melodies.

Rise! Open your angelic eyes!
and see the rays are in a corsage,
waiting by your window to take you,
to welcome you to a newer beingness,
which has me and you and all of these,
not this day alone, I promise you,
these beauties wont ever sulk away.
you need not allure them, just smile,
and hold my hand and come with me.

The Curtains Raise

The way these days and nights come and go,

orderliness they never show ,

for what the decorousness is on pawn,

my dreams curtain alone.

See more clear hopes in newer hues ,

fewer are the rues,

such illustrious vignetting I have seen,

to you still unseen.

not to be concealed from their motherly soul,

its our ensemblic role.

I dont drag you or I chase,

come! the curtains raise.

That Little Bird I See

That little bird I see, to fly

it cries and dries the wings,

restless hollow eyes in search,

for conciliating sun to come up bright,

but clouds keep passing over by.

Pecks at phoenix feathers often,

some very few it has, for life

to frighten death if comes,

and When threatening thunders try.

Allured and fancied in its dream

Keeps flapping those little eager wings,

in readiness for the joy of life,

to fly and fly and flying high.

State of Indelible Haunting

Last month around I was in Ranchi, my home town. I had to visit the market place for some inane domestic necessity of urgent kind. I parked my bike in front of this shop with unattentive mind grappling with conceited fights concerning my own future. Fairly in unobservant state of mind I entered the shop, got the purpose fulfilled and returned to my bike to ride back home. Just then I saw by the side of the wall of that shop a man hardly in his late twenties in thoroughly unkempt state of being with insuffient clothing and his modesty thrown to the mercy of the passers was sitting with legs prostrate pointing towrads the wide main road looking at me with empty eyes.I started giving him a desolate returning look starting his face still in my own world of fantacies and comforts. The continuity of my thoughts was severly disturbed when my casual gaze reached his left foot. It was is an unimaginable state of decay. The foot was covered with flies , maggots and countless types of insects which live on decaying tissues eating upon his wound. Only the finger tips had nails loosely attached with the skin and some flesh. The skeleton of the foot was exposed , the veins and the nerves in a semi dry state were visble. A cold wave of fear ran down my spine and shook me from deep within. I suddenly took my eyes away from the foot but could not stop myself from rescanning him. He had pores opening all over his body. The next thing I tried to imagine was the amount of pain and discomfort he must have been experiencing. Whatever I thought, it casted no influence on him, whether be his posture or facial expression. He was unmoved by my presence. He had his deep grey green eyes looking straight into my eyes and I felt as if was standing naked to him. I was caught by a frightful feeling. I had never gone through such sudden trauma ever in my life before. Like the most well fed fashionably clad civilised urban people who seem to be very contented after tossing few coins as alms to the poor I felt robotically for my pocket gazing into his eyes trying to communicate with his feelings. I felt they said ' I too am Godsent and will soon die but you will not be spared either.' My frightful heart pleaded me to take a plight from there that very moment. Two notes of ten was all I had. Flies flew as he moved his hand a little and I reached to him to hand him what I had. He took it with clawed nails and such trembling hand that it sent jitters to my spine again, still looking at me with no change in his face what so ever. I returned.

By now he may have died. His gangrenous decay could have not let him survive more. His eyes his stare and the numerous inadvertent querries, they had put forth before me keep on living. Those deep grey green eyes haunt me. They chase me where ever I go what ever I do. I thank Allah for the state he has kept me in and pray to him to lift this state of indelible haunting off from me.

My Writing Norms

Cornered in fusing abundance

Trapped in ebullience mystified

Or wander in wanting hollowed self

Alone in dullness liberalized

Try to set me free from thoughts

With some prospective find

Or push me further into grinds

With stories from the hind

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Frenzied or jaded words I pen

Heightened at their best

I pour it all in that adience

And soothe my soul in haste

To close my eyes for a heavy sigh

Jubilating over vibes in glee

Or grieve for some sorrow deep

To tend to self and see

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In a while they dress different

And soon they cause no glee

Or stir me with their cast

Whatever form they be

Leave me deeply wounded

With their unappealing forms

I search more meaning in them often

And rethink my writing norms.

O ! Distance.

A distance never agonizing more
Biting pain in my happy lore
O distance if you ever complain
I tell you it is too insane
Neither feeble nor is frail
My heart is one tremendous gale
One outcry will so reach with ease
If I grow weak in my knees

And when I am there
In my land of heartstrings
Of love and care and that too fair
And where my bulbul sings
Will lose myself in cryptic lanes
You distance then I will attaint
In the those fragrant ethereal rains
New pictures I will paint
I won’t return from those climes
Neither from those bubbly seas
Nor from moonlit chanty chimes
You won’t find my there with ease


And when I outdo your boundaries
And then she comes and sees
Your sinful conspiracy breaths its last
My vibes shaped in some novel cast
Filled with new cadence and delight
I don’t know I will greet her right
Would say her sorrows of the past
Or vow for till we breathe last
Or would open my talking soul
Or my eager tears trickle and roll.

Go Nowhere

Go nowhere to measure

And no need ever to ask

Call each other's name for sake

And when your smile comes to face

See your eyes brightly shown

In the mirror of the other's eyes

Get all answers and the confidence.

So no need ever to measure it

And just ask the heart tenderly lit.

Asked about why do I ask,

To be kept close to you

and lovely words you coo,

to be with me with nothing to mask.

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I have asked you to assure,

Of my presence and my guides,

what ever be the shape of tides,

of my fidelity always pure.

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I have asked it for your dream,

for it being complete with me

and always being in my lee,

in frightening dark or enlightening gleam.

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I have asked for this distance unfair,

for if we dont meet ever to beguile,

my name and my heart should smile,

so forever endure our feel and care.

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