Thursday, November 15, 2012

Sweet Agony

Alas! The years passed away
Under the mask of carefree life.
Pelting the poor jokes all the way
to anyone and everyone. There're few
hitherto unscathed by our nuisance.
At last came the day when we had to come to sense.

Aroma of the canteen coffee,
Unintentional mockery of our faculty,
Petty fight with big and might
tumble in my brain, but all in vain.
Hurting are those memories, but still very cosy.
Another year and yet another, so goes forever.

AC machines and induction motors,
used to run as said by rotors.
Penning the windings in red, blue and green
took away with it the life's sheen.
How nice were those days,
abysses are they, in so many ways.

Around this time, an year ago
U removed in me all my ego.
Prepared was I on the last day as a student
To try to fulfill my long felt intent.
Halo eyes marked your face
and filled my heart with blissful grace.

Alone I stood near the gate,
Unlimited was my love for my mate!
Parting time had come in haste,
Taunting me of life bound by grate.
How I felt the groan in my heart,
All to know, it will never part.

(PS: Created in 2007)

Painting


A palette of red, blue and green,
mysterious portions gives birth to hues unseen
Blessed is the canvas, gets smeared with so many colors,
an elixir of life !

Stroke by stroke, through sweat and toil
what belongs to the surreal world
enters our homeland, through intense labor
from a pair of gifted hands

Like sugar to the ambrosial potion,
nature's beauty treated by an artist's mind
endows joy to the beholder's eye
in the form of a painting - a humble tribute to the provenance of beauty

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Routine

From sunset to the oceans' swell,
they rise and we know it well
It happened, and happened again;
is this how we learnt it all

Monday, January 10, 2011

Beauty Contest




O Thee, why aren't those white clouds drifting,
instead dangling over your shoulders.
Blue waters beneath, sky grey above,
is this by design?

Ah, that dilapidated stairway,
from the fine sand to the land,
augment the ambience than anything else.
Is there a greater motive?

Why are you, O Mountain, daubed in green,
Who chose that color for thy gigantic bulge,
Is that haze near the peak,
a ruse of yours or those white billow's?

As my eyes devour thy beauty, my body shivers in joy.
Bedecked like a cosmic bride,
Are you running for a beauty contest?
You may win all the pelf of human kind

Friday, September 3, 2010

Rise O Sun

Rise O Sun ! I await you on the shore of sea
Ye shalt not give thy light, just to see creation of thy mercy,
Ye shalt not rise to remind the call of duty,
Ye shalt rise to the joy of birds and wild flowers; eternal beauty

Fall O Night! Let the stars peep out in cloudy haze
Ye shalt let them shine, for my delightful gaze
Ye shalt not fall, to hark dogs' howl, remind men to rest
Ye shalt fall to wake my chimerical zest.

Fly O Bird ! Not to forage for thy nestlings
Ye shalt fly to please thy wings
Ye shalt fly to reach heights of ecstasy
Ye shall fly, not as a policy.

Rise O Spirit ! Lead my self to thee,
from this hell of queer apathy
unto thy garden of compassion for brethren;
a culmination of everything earthen.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

My Shadow

You appear so near, yet so far
No one can hold you dear;
Through all my life, you've been
Whenever I have seen

You grow and shrink, as I blink;
the rate by which the sun does sink
Still you are there right at your place,
even if I flash a ray of light, over my face.

Your dark tone typifies my sinister soul,
But you don't take any colour, despite my howl !
I'm bored to see you in the same dark tint,
a shade that often makes me, with fear, wilt

You walk along, wherever I choose
neither do you whine nor do you screech.
Why are you with me ? I know not a need
for you, to do any of my deed.

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Dream?

It was an iridescent dream, I chose to pursue-
a golden chariot galloping towards the sky,
rising above the present reality, to enjoy the power of elevation;
a pursuit of that I could either fathom or neglect.

So attractive was the gleam,
that I hastened to leave my own ground
Not with a jot of empathy for those
I always held so near in my life.

Sun, surely shines, but it also burns,
a fact that just missed my mind.
What's a lesson that's only in text
and ain' t in the lab of life.

Every sunrise, I rise to this reality
with a solemn prayer - Every consequence
is a manifest of my conscious choice,
to pursue that which I fail to fathom or neglect.