My Lovely Neem Tree

Crawling beneath thy graceful shadows,

I loved sleeping below thy branches.

I knew to climb up thy branches with all my friends

and plucked your leaves without your permission.

I love to live with thy breath of Nature.

Nature nurtures you and me.

I live with all those nostalgic traces of my childhood.

Neither do I see anyone climbing up to play or pluck thy leaves.

They seem to be cruel and selfish.

Brutish Thoughts finish their existence.

I see those Cains felling trees for no reason.

Alas! The City was built by Cain, as we all know.

Our World is full of Godses and Hitlers;

Cains and Judases fill all sorts of absence of innocence.

I remain with myself but not willing to change for the sake of anything.

I am cautioned by the History of Our Patriots.

I speak in silence with my pen

The snowy flakes fall upon my tulips and kiss them for a blissful morning.

Thy fusion of rays and dews massage the feathery fondness of her petals.

Rose, Rose but fainted in fragrance of her smile.

Limited my nothingness in words, she called me a poet.

The sun dries thy frost and flicks thy fibre.

My bosom is benign with motherly kindness.

Her smile sinks in my heart as bliss,

but tossed out many at times with my innocence

I am yet to discover my seclusion in meditative silence.

Showers of Grace call my heart to ooze out this blood of passion

Sculpt in my verbal images of love echoing for ever.

Pleasant carpets of magic welcome my vista...

Implying think-tanks creech below cronies and ghosts of their ego.

Trained to think on the footsteps of tradition and lost sometimes,

in a sudden season of bubbles of wayside wisdom.

I speak in silence with my pen.

 

Living on and off your shadows

Shadowed thy eclipsing images,
I dined with new images of realistic nightmares.
None buys hope against hope from anyone.
I am not at all a pessimist,says the blind beggar.
She links my shadow with a dracula.
Foppish thoughts fly away.

I am bound to love beyond reason.
Dousing the past in the falmes of love,
I build castles on air.
I am still a sailor with a few torch-bearers.
A sight of  a beacon light,
Found myself usurping thy bundles of joy.

Muses of the Mount are on cloud nine.
The Heaven's father revises the destiny.
I am a star in the horizon of Intelligent Imagination.
Inspiration initiates my missing link.
I am a creator of my shadows;
nonetheless,  the darkness of the Mother earth
vanishes all at once.

Living Beyond the Limitations

Living Beyond the limitations,
I lost her with all that I want her to be...
Mad in Love,I mind my being freed from
the Prison of  tradition...

Unmasked the icy lillies of Yesterday,
Sobbed at her idiotic vanishing,
I know her as a lotus amidst witty jasmins.
Love lits your emptyness with fire.

I am a prisoner of her love all along my lifetime.
Dramatically sunk in deep in an ocean of sadness,
Shut the world on its face,
I kicked at all those material immersions.

I still live with fire to douse the past.
Man is always in love with a woman for no reason.
simmering Love whips my heart.
I can not rely on the silent whispers of thy eyes.

Mindless Passion

I blink and ink

the fate of a poem

etched in my mindless passion.

Inspiring Images

Inspiring a lull in a spell

belies my blues

out of a horizon wedded with a rainbow.

Shying Sailors of My Emotions

I hurry to dance with her foppish thoughts.

I don’t blitzkrieg thawing blues and feisty bulls.

Digging thy mirages, I fumble thy intuitive images.

Great thoughts click my actions all at once.

I flick the unknown switch within me to fill thy beams.

Greek and Latin, she sounds in love and lust,

But I am quite unaware of cruel jokes on her modesty.

Life is love etched in eternity with icing bubbles of time.

I kill my flying kites of will and wink against all odds.

Cleopatra never belongs to the blue-blooded Jinx.

Dudes poison my limericks and make me a Maverick.

I often paint myself in blue and black.

I shout at my anger in silence.

Flouted my mind games, I usurp my window shields.

My eyes are full.

I become a flute in the hands of The Lord.

Traditional Blinkers

Occult biases my lingering

thoughts of a base

stench in my traditional blinkers.

Infinitude

Infinitude is a glow

filling thy grace

in a limitless space.

Intelligence for a Fool

Intelligence

is her name,

after she called me a fool.

Firing My Imagination

I am a Volcano,

Still in Mind and Heart,

Firing my imagination.

Lingering Memory Lanes

Lingering Memory Lanes fill my void;

I hit the bull  but bait

for the sweet roses around the bushy thorns.

I etched the minds of those paintings

flowering all of a sudden on a blank sheet.

I missed my bus without any buzz.

She called me to lit the lamp.

I am a light beyond darkness.

Why should I make her bright out of blues?

I am browned off to frown upon her request.

Thy smiling lulls my sensuous heart.

I am out to trade off with thy heart.

Minting her voiceless thoughts.

I mask my ideas in black and white.

She travels through my beaming streams of dreams.

I whistle for helping hands...

She whisked me away without any reason.

Little Doubt now, about her connivance.

Grilled my mindless passions to walk away with her.

I am all alone to fight my battle;

None knows how it shapes...

Everything lingers in my memory lanes

Thy Painting Glues My Heart

I fill my sense of void with guitar.

She frowns at my fibs and seals my lips in shy.

I nail my feelings of love in words.

I cry aloud;but none fails to sail across the ocean of joy.

She heaps praise over my breathless passion for miniature paintings.

I am not Leonardo di ser Piero da Vinci to create Mona Lisa;

Hey!Sculpting  my Mona Lisa to speak with love in silence,

I wake up to dream again for a Virgin of Rocks.

Swelling with thy pride of chastity, I smile at my poetic licence.

I am a man of melting passions and winking limits of the Divine Order.

I am billing my thoughts to numb my chaotic freeze.

She mixes her smile with love and pulls me up all of a sudden.

I am yet to see a wooden dummy in the mirth of love.

She flicks her nails to click a moment of   this crazy painter.

I paint in words without any canvass.

Minting my thoughts into words becomes my breath.

I am willing to swim across thy ocean of love.

Can she be my Saviour? Miracles happen in our deep faith.