Magic

Twin blades of grass doing a morning salsa
Sun beams patterned through sculpted windows
The lanky black art of the shadow of the tall one
The coy smiles of a wonder struck woman
The tight hugs of the golden daffodils on a farm
The constant chatter of warm clouds with the calm skies
Tweets of a thousand birds in the tree's bosom
The long stretch of an overworked human frame
The first drop of rain on an arched forehead
The rhythm of the temple bells on a hillock
The rub of the whiskers of breeze on a lakeside
Spurs of enchantment everywhere
If this is not magic then what could be
Oh dear hearts!  dreary don't you be, 
Withering of seasons it passes through
Let this magic dwell a little while
And see the blur getting clear and everything smiles.

How?

I wrote a poem with my deepest core surfacing up
Mind, her speech like a rush of honey down the heart's insides
Flowers I gushed about and owls too I graced
Parrots could sing and leopards could laugh
Failing wordsworth there are many like me shooting stars around
In a world turned down by wise folks
Blunt are we or brimming intense within do we see?
Wounded when I see, words heal
What if then the trees speak or water creaks
When it's the power of love that can soar it never matters
Because it's only when you fail, you fall
To behold the treasure,  LIFE

LIFE, a whiff

I am the noise of the falling leaf of an autumn tree
Also the croak of the hungry toad
I am the voice of the shy koel
I am also the gurgle of the cascade
I am the trumpet of the tusked one
I am also the silk of the cocoon bed
I am the feel of the petal rose
I am also the rough of the turtle shell
What I am is what you are
The depth of the cliff

the shallow waters of a stream
A whiff am I just fragile
But one that holds life
I can bring you in or blow you out
Why then this fiery blaze
Breathe me like a breeze
And in bliss  I shall sail you out. 

WE

Evolution has happened in such a tremendous way that has magnified the essence of existence.  A million years ago when the homo sapiens were originally lost in wilderness as apes have now managed to hit the pinnacle of possibilities and are consistently creating a niche there. The Gods were  never called on forced duty by people as they were busy unveiling his musings. This took this incredible form of civilisation and with each step becoming a milestone, what was originally a simple thread has now manifested itself as prodigical technology.
Yet, the frowns follow, nastiness stinks,  narrower minds wishful of bulkier pockets and restless heads have become a social identity of this world at large. Why? Ironically, sharpened efficiency has stunted human sensitivity. Townships boast of temples but the Gods are bargained.
Workplaces are proud breeding places of insomniacs and  insanity. 'Humanism' if I may call it, is a department that might soon become part of major successful organisations to retain and catalyse productivity, provided we employ HUMANS as heads. We see slogans 'being human' speaking out loud to be rest assured to be heard. Shame isn't it? What is most basic has become a scream of sophistication that's talked about with puffed up pride.
People have found ample ways to reach but don't tread on the roads while they supposedly guide. Philosophies are cherished but to simply be oneself is a challenge that's self imposed. Honesty is debated upon while vulnerability holds no place in the arena. Emotions are nonsense while disguised prejudices are acceptable norms. Virtual world is a wonder while real smiles are no more a reality.
If this is called change, it would be wise to travel back to when it all began.  Maturity and wisdom does not exist in shelves or systems but in looking at oneself straight to see through another the same way. This is no supernatural business but the most beautiful treasure of our nature that has been comfortably ignored.
So, now what's the deal? Simple. That's exactly it. SIMPLE. Logical means simple. That's the USP employers and employees should carry along with their identities.
As this is a generation of trials and testers, this could be checked for errors. Bet upon that if you fail. This world will not need passports to heaven.

Create, Cremate

It all began with a hovering thought that spread the atrocities of the unusual and the unimaginable.  Bewildered as you are, so am I. Ridiculous, isn't it? But if you just take a deeper dig, most of us have been there. It's just that some have been so amazingly efficient at shoving them off into their background whereas some have struggled to just walk with them. Ways of the wild mind are what I mean. Hey, wish we had martial art trainers for these thoughts. They are a handful. 

I am supersuccessful in creating innumerable ones that have no significant outcome but for a tiring brain that would still not cease. Oh, Google could consider creating a post for me like, the Exhauster :-) and they could get away with their human Junk.  For days, they would drag on like a garbage keeper's rag waiting to be just dumped. 

It is only when the stench when I sniffed that I felt I needed to breathe. Yoga, music, words of wisdom and the like became the most coveted ones that I had for my luxury. I truly did not trust too much, considering the skeptic I am. They are way far cleverer than I am and this cremation that is also creating something is taking shape and I am as clueless as an ice-cube in water. But it feels ok to float. Some day,  I would reach somewhere but just trying to see how far I can float.  

Now man,  why the hell this stuff? To just tell you it is absolutely some crazy nonsense you create that is readily waiting to be cremated the very moment you glare. So glare and gleam in your own light. 

Best half

Clutching fists on the corridor, we walked
Blinking eyes and with petty worries we talked
Dong went the bell to perch ourselves on the creaking teak bench
As the clock needle hugged a four, our cycles welcomed our shoe stench.
Years flowed like slithering snow
Wrapping us up in some life unknown 
Many eyes met and many smiles seen
One fine morn your heart drove down to our road that's been
Smiles and whispers crooning our way
Your gentle 'hey'often moving me out of my cave
Hugs nor tears on your shoulders fell
As cushioned I was in your heart's well. 
An ounce of doubt not, with my handful few
Whole or half of my buddy heart, what do I call you?
Pasting yourself on my anguished frame,
Walking tall as I fell short and so you came
Blessed am I to hold your hand
My dearest friend, without you I forget how to stand.
When folks talk of better halves,
Only some know of rare ones like you called the best half.

Positive overwhelm?

Nights touch the skies, stars gleam in glory
The plentiful kisses of sunshine, the brook bubbles merrily
The pain of the land's keeper, his heart puffs in pride 
The proclamation of the graceful monsoon, the clouds scream in might
Ploughs of ceaseless effort dig the earth, pushing green pastures
Dripping nectar in a honey comb, 
Well, those are the willing swarming fetchers 
Tearful moans of the tiresome mare,  the snuggle of the perky little foal
Scringing bones of a runner's limbs, the shine of his inviting goal
Noises that seem,  music they feel 
Commotion that crawls, calm you shall see
If this is overwhelm, why should it not come? 
Peace it brings, 
Why will the mind not welcome? 

Dreams

Muddling my cold feet into a colder ocean bed
Lying like a string on a sitar and sensing the music that flows out of me
Flying away like flakes of snow under a striking January sun
Oozing out like a rush of champagne on the split of its cork
Dripping out like honey after a labour of love
Lighting up like a flash on a sun struck mirror
Softening like warm butter on being churned up
Falling like a fruit into the hands of a gleeful child
Peeping like a diamond amidst loud crystals
Bending like the yellow in a bright rainbow
Becoming the sound of silence in a conch
Dreams are these of fleeting ecstasy
that are seen
Closed eyes and open hearts
The welcome is due for moments to rule
For dreams come true.

Invisible

Love shines like a diamond

Just the rock you see

Warmth you embrace

The flaring flame you do not see

Notes of the fine flute float, hypnotising the breeze

The flutist is unseen

The red hat amidst a swarming crowd

Blurs the popping heart of love

Blissfully elegant, the sunflower stands in pride 

in a shying crystal vase

The lights enthrall 

Grace, she is not known
Gold pennies scattered on the floor
It's the bucks that invite you to the door.
Lilies lovingly exuding their fragrance
Engrossed you are in hindering the daylight at your window
The visible, strangely invisible.

String

Beads I gather
Some, old and wise
Like the wood antique, in faded classiness
Some fragile and glossy
Like the bubbles that froth in a brook
under the glazing sun
A few feathered ones that fly with just a silent breath
Some of those chiselled from stones so strong
And some like leaves of peepal withered after a storm
Then there are the cushiony ones
Like the buttons of a flower
Not to fail to name the ones that reflect
Like the marble eyes of a gleeful child
All of them have I
As they all skate down
the string of my life
Bequeath to whom shall I
to adorn this marvel ?
Or will it just grace my stone with my final goodbye? 

The leaf boat

I whistle on a gleeful tree
Swaying and giggling, merry as I wish to be.
Visitors, crow or the cuckoo, squirrel or a sparrow
I am part of this beautiful meadow.

Lightning hits, winds blow, I shiver
The sun's warm stroke, I stop to quiver
Alone not am I as my fellows look around
Painted by moonlight I rest,
amidst silent sound.

On a radiance sheathed river, I slowly trapeze
Gentle lifts of graceful waves melt me to ease
I row as a mermaid's friend dives, 
a caterpillar hops on to reach ashore
The little leaf I am and a boat too am I for some mirth more.

Rally for rivers - The daring cry.

Mountains and valleys, 

I passed moving by

Encroaching tunnels of fierceness

In tenderness I flowed

Home it was where I shaped your haven

Your silent screams and marble like laughter 

Nursed I merrily in my vibrant lap

Quenched were you, mirth was mine

Shredded towers of trees, logs and leaves dry 

Hidden am I 

as I appear in my dwarfed avatar

Thirsty am I in wailing wait

Oh!  behold thyself dear ones! 

For blind you be to me

Tears of yours I will not see

Bring yourself to me 

Bounty and beauty is the bliss, it will be

I am yours and you are mine

Together we shall brim in serene shine

For years to smile and a future to thrive. 

Motivation

With the whisk of winds, flowers they sway
Tense go the tides and waves hit the bay
Soft tendrils spring out of buried carcasses
Ecstasy fringing fragrances born out of burnt ashes
A whiff of breath on the flute
To mellow and to the music, hearts move
Plummeting into life and passion with just a little touch,
Is this motivation or is it just that much?

Pregnant

Batting eyelids open up blinking eyes at the battle within
Silent screams sans swords beckon peace
At the hour of dusk
The dusk, often a dawn of novel hopes
Scars unseen pregnant with pacifying potions
Nowhere to seek anymore for an unleash of pain
For fathomless calm they have begotten
And words weaned from speech.
Know not you this womb I behold
Pleasurable pressure or an overwhelm bubble likewise
The walk still is on the trail where I began.

Am I I?

Insane as it seems, crazier it is
It seems like a rope walk but
A silky slide it is
Dawns are dusks and moonlight lights up the sun in my heart
A moment of blissful high and a torment of longing sighs
Pinches of salt that float in tea cups
While the sweetness of my within sees it not
Dreams deepen as fluxes of feelings vaporise
I save myself only to fall again into an abyss, romanesque
The flight of the fall so deafening yet satiating
Pain claws as I try to perch upon a known terrain
You, my love I see afar
Like the twinkling shine of a treasure box
Candy eyed like a gleeful child,  I run to see
Oh my darling, like a mirage you disappear
The Oasis can't be far in an ocean?
Well, love is this so why can't it be?
Blinded not by this foolish sights,
Soaked am I in you and you in I..

A beautiful wait.....

Your whiffs of breath smelt love
People fell into pools of ecstasy.
Heaven's graceful moves descend
As your flute plays that rhythm divine
A compelling romance unknown,
until you willfully listen.
With the ease of a brook, you moved Ways of your life just play and laughter
O, krisna dearest, will I sway like you
or would you entwine me in your embrace?
The heart of a lover, pain and pleasure
Will they merge together in you and I? 

Madhubani Magic

Colors can capture the reflection of the soul and this beautiful folk art of Bihar is a fantastic illustration of vibrancy.  Following are some of my passionate creations and it has been an immensely gratifying experience that I still search for incorporating the right words to elaborate it. 

Impressions of a colourful mind..... 

Warli walls

The warli world belongs to the little that bring you much in abundance. Tribal art it is with an ethereal connection that describes joy and humility at its best. One of my expressions is what you see. 

Pink Skies

Beaming blue as my eyes see you through
A furry frame slithering in orange sunshine,
Patterned with stars on your daily date nights.
Oh, so how you turn pale into a gloomy grey!
Another pinch and ecstasy you fall on
green blades so gay.
Parched yet are hearts of red, in regress
Know not reason, often petty assumed treason.
Bounty bowing it's graceful head, lightning minds striking gullible souls
My sky, is that why you are blue?
Behold thyself in a calm of pink
For strutting sapiens may for moments stop
Lullabies of love if you resound and crystals of joy if you shower,
Hell of mobbing might may sigh,
Your dainty darlings shall shine in heaven's eyes.
Dreams not these of mine but of all craving kind.
When will you be I to shed off blues
Pink am I, it's  time, together we see what we seek.