Poetry - Dream from an Eternal Goddess

Dream from an Eternal Goddess

I saw all heaven and earth rejoice,
When a princess was born;
For she became a rare choice,
When nature’s splendor was apart torn;
To unsheathe her from the cloak of beauty eternal.

Then again,
I see angels sing in glory,
And dance to tunes of veneration;
For she has become a goddess whose story,
Make men in this generation;
Bow at her feet in mute supplication

And now,
Like the tantalizing aroma of lemons,
The magic in her charm and looks;
Thrills my senses as holy sermons,
From the sacred books
Can shine through the darkness in my heart.

For I dream of tomorrow,
When her affection’s effervescent presence;
Will wash my soul of sorrow,
Like a delicate scent that defies pretense,
But which overcomes the senses with pleasure.

When she speaks,
Like the tinkles of sweet chimes;
Her soothing voice echoes wedding bells,
Which softly ring all the times;
When my heart falls under her spells.

And so I long to live eternally,
And listen to her vital voice whisper
A delicious melody,
That only two souls united in sweet harmony
Can hear, so do not fear
To pluck the fruits of tender love,
And suck on the sweet juices of devotion,
I am dying to place at the doorstep of your heart.

POETRY - HORRORS FROM FACEBOOK

I have lost my soul in a haze
Wherein my heart has become metallic,
But it refuses to be a slave;
In the palace of pulses and static.

My emotions are just but bare wires and cables
In which warm human feelings are replaced,
By truth bedecked in fables;
And intimacy, dead and decayed.

So with thoughts trapped in a maze,
My heart, frail and fearful,
Quails before an agonizing daze;
That leaves me lonely and tearful.


For know I not where to follow,
To escape from this place, threatening and diabolic;
That each time leaves me afraid and hollow,
With love that is sterile and symbolic.

Now only pain and anguish awaits,
Each time I touch the magical boxes;
Where all humanity in forms counterfeit,
In subdued horrors, speak to each other like trapped foxes.

POETRY - JUST A KISS

JUST A KISS

My lovely little blue–jay,
How your plumes
As gentle as a serene soothing day;
In me triggers ripples of tenderness
And sighs
That makes my soul break forth
As a songster
Trilling a thrilling melody,
Of adoration;
Serenading a hearty tune
Of a youngster
Whispering a sweet song;
Of admiration
Like love doves cooing in a groove.

My feelings twirl, turns, tosses and tumbles,
At once plunging to fathomless
Deep depression;
Seeking, questioning, divining…
But still fumbles.
Yet again, idolizing,
Rises to lofty heights of inspiration.

I am a slave suckling passion’s fantasy,
But a child on the wings of fancy
Chanting a heart-warming song of longing
At the sacred shrines
Of your heart’s sweet affections.
How rosy and fragile you look?
Delicate shoots of new-born flowers,
Needing love’s nourishing care
Yet possessing love’s consuming power.

Mistress of my heart,
Maiden of my dreams,
How I long for you,
To be forever a part
Of this being shattered by screams –
Screams of joys never found,
Screams for love lived and lost,
Screams of delight never bound
Screams for emotion’s compassionate host,
Screams of ecstasy and expectations,
Screams of despair and dejection.
Maiden of my heart;
Mistress of my pines,
You are my goddess of bliss
To whose distant shrines
My soul yearns and searches for just a kiss.

POETRY - A FLEETING MOMENT OF LOVE

A FLEETING MOMENT

At first eye and eye…
A brief exchange, vacant.
But fleetly discreet a spark;
Of recognition – where?
Of familiarity – why?
Of acknowledgment – perhaps.
Acknowledging what…?

Then a swift turning of the head,
Eyes searching…
A false step, stumble, a crash.
OUCH! That hurts –
Rubbing a bruised temple
And burning under the baleful stare
Of a growling giant,
I croak…``Sorry…’’ and move on.
Mind searching.
Nebulous feelings, enfeebling.
Heart searching…
Then delirious sensations, a dizzying spell
Starts tingling with my nerves,
Once more I turn, Scanning…
But all I see are unfamiliar faces.
That face…those eyes…that smile!
Was it really a smile meant for me?

Hours pass, full of dreams,
Days flow, in thought filled streams
As sweet as warm wine,
Bringing back sweet memories
Of a flashing moment.


Then again, another time;
A different place, a new moment.
Another look – transfixing
Then the same feelings again’
Of recognition
And a merry smile,
And an imperceptible nod
Of familiarity
And acknowledgment –

My heart lurches, cheering wildly,
Inviting an impetuous and capricious spirit
That sets my mind whirling with thoughts…
What wonders can an inaudible sigh hold?
What marvels lies behind misty eyes?
A visage gentle and coy.
Yes – love, the endless spell of a magical look, a fleeting moment

POETRY - PROSAIC DREAMS

PROSAIC DREAMS
In torrents of anguish unmitigated;
Everyone suffers their private torments.
In moments of personal hell
Shrouded by semblance of normalcy;
No one rejoices –
In the graveyard of universal posturing.

Thought I life was as soft,
As the milky glow of
A silvery midnight moon.
But suffocating and meditating
In the dreadful depths of despair,
I still cannot fathom the mystery
For when effort unnumbered
Shout life is not benign,
The spirit flickers and blinks out.
But still –
The magnificent majesty marches on.

Though thought I
Life would be as gentle
As a placid sea,
And as sparkling as
The golden flame of a setting sun;
Now I know it is wild and wicked.

Times past,
Life’s radiant halo intoxicated my heart
Like sweet fragrance of creamy magnolias in bloom;
And thought I
It was a maiden amiable and alluring;
Seductive with rich promises
Of pleasures unimaginable.
But now know I better –
That life is a frigid lover;
A goddess with irresistible charms
At whose feet I kneel in submission,
But whose smile is scornful;
Whose beckoning is uninviting;
Whose embrace is cold and indifferent;
Whose love is a song of rejection.
And so in dejection
I am resigned to a lifetime of hopelessness
Within the blackness of a heart
Where mercifully pain benumbs
In a choreography of prosaic dreams.

POETRY - RESIGNATION

RESIGNATION
Ensnared by thought, thought and thoughts
My entire being in a life-long captivity is.
My whole life has not known,
Any moment of respite;
A minute of peace;
A second of bliss;
Nor a hint of release
From this fort of turmoil
That in impregnable majesty,
Looms large and unshakable –
A key in hand, lock in place;
An eternal and inexorable guard against escape
From this confining damnation, doom, miseries and tribulations-
In a palatable guise – life.

I am not privy to destiny’s cabinet council,
To fate’s executive seat,
And to fortunes supreme command.
This are relics from a distant and alien past
And emissaries to a bleak and sinister future.
Timelessness, it seems, surpasses agelessness,
For what does not cease with and in time?
Death? Life? Agony?

Only time does not freeze.
Ever present
Out of mind, out of space.
And how am I, a mere mortal
Supposed to contend with time?
With what am I to fill up the chasm-
This present?
How am I to dance to
The chimes of times echoing
An esoteric melody?
Only time can tell,
For isn’t it time alone that matters?