For Now and Forever

I do not mourn today, I do not shed a tear,

For her voice will live on forever in melancholy or cheer.

What she possessed was not just a gift of music but a healing to a million souls,

She could stir emotions, every reverberation is etched in heavenly scrolls.

No one has touched so many lives and pushed us through every endeavour,

She lives on, for she will continue to enlighten and enliven, for now and forever.

To Lata Mangeshkar

Good Bye Amma

 Unfettered at last, the heavens lovingly took you in their clasp,                                                                   You were my first sight while I seethed at your last gasp.

My heart fills with agony, for I do not know who will embrace my copious pain ?

But I take heart, you will show me a way once again.

My small joys may lose their rhyme, for I do not know who will now clap in that unacquainted awe?

But I take heart, you will always be my bystander in all the happiness I draw.

For I know, all I have to do is listen to my heart,

For I have captured a part of you, and even death cannot do us apart.

Good Bye Amma.

My tiny princess

My tiny princess, tiny fingers and tiny toes,

Twitches and twirls, cogent forehead and expressive nose.

A crooked grin that distends in to an infectious beam,

You make us sing and frolic and segue in to day dream.

Eyes probe and answer, they seek and lure,

Purity glistens and all aches they cure.

Giggles and gaggles of debate,

You put to rest all the ideological prate.

My tiny princess, tiny fingers and tiny toes,

Bobbles and turns, joy is not elusive but a prose.

Rain Drops Rain Drops

Like a dream that saunters by, Like a vision that blurs reality.

Rain Drops Rain Drops, a million hopes that conjure a dreamy tapestry.

Like silhouettes of success faraway, like a laze that even affects gravity.

Rain Drops Rain Drops, a million tunes and one rhapsody.

Like a smell that lingers Long after, like a silken touch that emanicipates your  vanity.

Rain Drops Rain Drops, a million blushes attempting to smile freely.

Trapped

A joyous trill I hear from a world afar,

Melancholic expressions, as well, that emancipates a fettered soul.

Songs of silence is all I know, in this world I abhor.



Hues of fantasy I imagine to exist only in dreams,

Can it be really that ornate I ponder or is it a mirage of my insipid soul?

Colours of darkness, is all I descry, that glitters and gleams.



An angel whispered once to me of the boundaries beyond that horizon,

I could only show that angel the incarcerations within my soul,

Thought is infinite, they say, yet trapped within realities which I cannot broaden.

Vertiginous esctacy

Tender blush daubs her emblazened lips and coy face,

As the lord of sky in all his might imprisons her in his embrace.

Her silken braid of lust encumbers his chest and they sink in to vertiginous esctacy,

And their love awakens the twinkling fairies from slumber in to depths of fantasy.  



-- This was composed over a sms and found its way back to me thanks to Anusha. Thanks mate!

A paradoxical communion

Where doctrines of ages collude in a spiritual union,
I stand in silent prayer on the mount of a paradoxical communion.

Where battles razed structures, doused spirits; only to rise once again,
I stand with my palm on the wall of angst that reverberates of disdain.

Where mandates they may sign, lines they may draw and votes they may beseech,
I stand under a dome of peace, seeking only what has been promised to each.