Midnight Blue Desires in Awaken Eyes

Facial tranquiliy

Unmeasured depth of the lonely black lake

The solitude of soul,
Nomadic owl of frosty blue nights
Soliloquy of sighs,
Thin cries of skies ooze on yellow desert
And squall in heart,
Howls of suffering in woman’s red eyes.

Be the stone,
That plucks strings of the surface lake
Or the companion in dark
That flies with bird and keeps him awake
That drop from heavens
Which travels a universe to die on his lips
Else innocence of a child,
That soothes her cries in the nights of eclipse.

A Talk with the River : "That is why I Dance"

About the poem: That is why I Dance is a discussion between a river and the poet. A day in my imagination when I was searching for purpose of life, I had a talk with river and asked her question about purpose of her life. Read this poem to know what she replied to me.
I presented this poem at Penguin India Spring Festival on the 25th anniversary of Penguin India. Hope you like this poem.

Born in the auspicious lap of mountains,

River, where you go; over peaks and plains?

She curled and twirled, blushed and then smiled,

She kissed my feet and ran into the wild.

Gorgeously she took curve, to jump over the cliff,

Thunder song she sang, repeated with the riff,

Oscillated white lilies, dearly grown on stones,

Delighted swans swam, glided on your tones.

In your rhythmic walk, from town to town,

Through narrow valleys, and then deep down,

Dance of thy streams, like waves of damsel hair,

Sashay way you walk, like ballet dancer flair.

Birds, trees and human, beast, brute and nature,

Blessed all with your love, you never ask for favor,

What makes you to travel, generous and so kind?

Carry silence in motion, what you want to find?

One crave in my heart, one wish like a fire,

Destiny of my being, the only one desire,

Thousands miles far, lies there my devotion,

I was born to conflate, to meet my soul-mate ocean.

Rang De Piya Re Mohe : Color of Love

They say, color of love; once you are colored in love, no other color can leave it’s effect upon you. Being in love is like completely lost in the another world. You go blind. No other color you can see. This poem Rang De Piya Re Mohe, writing a Hindi poem after almost a couple of year, is about a lover who is totally lost in love and now wants to dissolve his soul in the love of beloved and vanish in it to attain integrity with the soul mate. So here is the Rang De Piya Re Mohe…

Rang de piya re mohe apne rang me aise,
Rang aur kisi ka mope chadh na sake,
Preet me teri, meri doobe aisi naiyaa,
Meri naov vahan se aage badh na sake.

Tere prem ka pyala peeta rahoon,
Pi pi matwala ho jau
Mujhe itna pyar pila de tu,
Main prem ki madhushala kehlau
Mera hath tham meri shakti ban,
Bhagwan bhi mujhse lad na sake,
Rang de piya re mohe apne rang me aise,
Rang aur kisi ka mope chadh na sake.

Prithvi me dikhe, ambar me dikhe,
Chahun ore disha me mohe tu hi dikhe,
Mai itna pagal ho jau,
Tere siva aur mohe kuch na dikhe
Jis cheez me teri chhavi na base,
Vahan nayan mere kabhi khul na sake,
Rang de piya re mohe apne rang me aise,
Rang aur kisi ka mope chadh na sake.

Glossary: Naiyaa : Boat, Naov : Boat, Chahun : All four (Here in the sense of 'in all four directions'), Chhavi : Reflection

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Goodbye, Dear John

“Dear John, regretfully, telling you I am sorry
Fighting you there war, my feelings go awry.”
Slipped cold M1 Carbine off from hands of John,
Unbelievingly read it thrice, in pain he looked drawn.

“I set you free John, to fight for the nation
Aching from Separations, John, I need salvation.
No home in your wait, bye, sending you your coat.”
Only five lines, was the all she wrote.

After six war-years, in nineteen forty five,
The village of the Jane, seeks an arrive.
Brown coated, unshaved, A tired soldier,
Gun pointing down, from his brave shoulder.
Six years ago she passed, ”Love, John”, did she crave.
Told villagers the story, shot his head on her grave.

Theme of the Poem: John is a an American soldier who is fighting Second World War for his country. A day he receives a letter from his girlfriend Jane telling him that she cannot take pain of separation anymore therefore she wants to end her relation with John. The letter speaks only five lines. Jane even sends brown coat of John with the letter which is the only thing of John she had with her. This is an indication that now there is no any reason for John to come back to her.

But in 1945 when World War II ends, John comes to the village of Jane. End of the sonnet is tragic. John hears news of the death of Jane by villagers, when they narrate him that the letter to the John was the written by Jane on the bed of death and she died with the name of John on her lips. She did not want to bring into the knowledge of John about her death ergo she wrote a heart-braking letter to him so that he forget her. After knowing the painful death and reality behind the letter, John fills with grief and has no reason to live and kills himself with his gun on the grave of Jane.

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Being Watched

Cupping my face in my own palms,
Listening my sighs passing in and out,
Drawing and drying salted cheek lines,
Hiding behind door in a dark solely world.

Suddenly feel I, two eyes fixed on me,
No one else in, I might be dreaming,
No later than I shut eyelids and feel,
Two eyes looking wordlessly at me.

The one who is miles away so much far
Felt was here a moment ago with me,
From that night; every night every day,
I feel, by someone, every instant being watched.

Walk in streets, I, and no one around,
Silence of loneliness and tip tap sound,
A brainful thoughts and my hot sighs,
Looking at me, those two hidden eyes.

Wherever I go, whomever I meet,
Those eyes see and know everything,
Whenever I sleep, whatever I think,
Those eyes read and know everything,
Never say anything, those silent eyes,
I feel on me, two questioning eyes.

Rain, Candles, We

Raining to empty entire black thick on sky,
Blowing too hard to spare any window glass,
Shut the storm out, try searching sight of thy.
Lit up two candles, never wish night to pass,
Both kill dark, standing burning on,
Like fire of desire in hearts; going on and on.

Eagerness grows up, difficult becomes to wait,
Enwrapped in pink bed sheet, in blood and flesh
Wink at me mischievously, Alas! My fate.
Disappear magnificence. Wishes craving to embrace.

I want her, my her seeking-and-hiding,
I call her name, she pacing and gliding.
Standing smiling behind study’s oak table,
Playing with my vision like fairy of fable.

Caught on staircase , the lady in the pink,
Surrender her to me, imprisoned in grip,
Pinned to the wall, allowed to slip her pink
Neither heard drizzling nor stormy wind-trip.

Talking we in whispers, Locked our eyelids,
Automated by magic driven by hundred cupids
Palms talking to palms, lips meeting with lips,
Knocks on your cheeks, my breathing slips.

Wind keeps hammering,
Candles keep burning,
Rain keeps pouring,
We keep melting…

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Confluence

The witness will be moon, let stars watch,
Tonight confluence of two souls on earth,
Let mingle two bodies, two hearts, two souls,
Like two rivers flowing into each other.

I will color my spirit in yours color,
You will wear my existence on you,
Come closest, let our breaths colloid,
Let my blood flow through your veins.

A gentle osculation, breaths flowing heavier,
Our fingers Caressing, exploring our physics,
We fly higher and higher, an odyssey together
Extreme of ecstasy, two souls melt into each-other,
In confluence of spiritual love which became eternal.

The First Kiss

Like the first ray of dawn,
The pleasantness that wakes me up,
From beautiful dreams going in eyes,
A sensational feeling of your breaths,
My palms on your cheeks and you,
Wrap your hands around me honey
Syrup of that sweetness still;
Remaining on my lips forever.


It just happened, so unknowingly,
Passionately, lovely and heavenly,
Our closed eyes and tight clutch,
Fragrance blended and blew with wind,
Ah! Your soft, sweet and gentle touch
And paradise came down on earth.

In arms, we take each other,
And stuck our warm lips together,
Breathes become more heavier,
We are lost till forever and ever,
Feel of your rosy red lips on mine,
Nothing could be more beautiful now,
And in the evening, I get back home,
With marks on me of THE FIRST KISS.

Forget?

I go surrounded by memories,
And I feel you again and again,
Seems you are right here besides,
And will not leave me ever alone,
I am in love with you once more,
Whenever I decide to forget you.

You are not a cloud in the sky,
That will rain and pass by,
You are the beautiful moon face,
To spread love in my life forever,
I feel the moonlight all over me,
Whenever I decide to forget you.

I want to hold your hand tight,
To whirl and dance in the rain,
Embrace you and kiss and cry,
And rest my head in your lap,
Want you stay here forever,
Whenever I decide to forget you.

Tumhare Liye

GHUM KO DHOOP JO PADEGI KABHI TERE SAYE PER
TUJHE APNI PALKON KE ANCHAL TALE SULA LUNGA
AUR JO KABHI AKELAPAN KATNE KO DAUDEGA TUJHE
TUJHE APNE PAAS MERI BAHON ME BULA LUNGA

LAGAYEGA NAZAR TUJHKO YE ZALIM ZAMANA AGAR
SABKI BURI NAZAR SE BACHA KE DAAMAN ME CHHUPA LUNGA
KHWAHISH KAROGE AGAR CHAND KO BHI PANE KI
CHAND TO KYA SITARON KI SAUGAT DILA DUNGA

KUCH IS TARAH MUHABBAT KARTA HU TUMSE MAIN
TUMHARI KHUSHI KE LIYE KHUD KO KHAK ME MILA LUNGA

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