THE NATURE

The nature unveils her beauty

By blooming a thousand buds

In effervescent colour

Spreading fragrance everywhere.

The scent offers all intoxication.

The birds in ecstasy to sing

Songs of unheard rhythm

And in pretty rhymes.

The morning sun is bright

Beaming through brushwood

Of feral flora in merriment

Spraying warmth to all

The seven colours spread

By the kiss of daylight

Over the dew drops, dancing

At the leaf tips in plenty

Resembles the pretty starry night.

The eastern sky is like

A work of art, the masterpiece

Yet to be painted in colours

Unable to mix up

By the silly painter as myself

But she, the pretty lady nature

Paints it by her own imagination

Beyond my spirit and skill

Pleased all for it is painted for us

But to me all these beauty is naught

For you are here in my heart.

Seeing thy romantic eyes

Compose the spring envy

For the beauty of thy love

Outshines the whole splendor

Of the creation of the nature.

She is jealous over thy pretty eyes

As it wins all the romance of spring.

She is still envy on you

Trying to drag me to her marvel

Stroking with the breeze

All over me in lust;

Whispering romance in my ears

But thy lovely music in memory

Is enough for my aching heart

Nonetheless you are away from me!

Although you repudiate me!

HEALS MY SOUL

Separate were we

Till we met and

Each other realized

And understood we

And renowned we

The bond between hearts,

The world call in pretty name,

Since born of the universe,

Whispered by great minds,

Raised statues on its behalf,

Sung on its merits,

Written on its fame

Thousands of lines;

In prose and in verse

By the entire generations.

Realized we its glory

Recognized we its greatness

Wondered and got bliss we

That the shelter we under

Its cool shade, in joy

Dreamt the future together

To shelter under the shadow.

But, alas! In vain all!

How vigorously came he!

With his mighty sword

Separated us, unkind

Got the dreams broken

And he, the mightier, the ruler

Of the whole generations

Since the birth of the cosmos

We, the silly mortals

Bounded by thy rules

Obey you, yield you

Try never to row

The yacht against the least

Of thy flow; ‘the time’

Glory to thee, the mightier

But wonder is it

Heal my heart thee now

With thy same sword!

REPUDIATION

The soul is departed and discarded

From his dear heart; as he reckon

From the marvelous mind

Once grasped n’held firmly with

The flaming heart in joy

Once mingled as milk and stream

Cuddled up like sea and shore

With her elated essence.

Where his smile was elixir to her

Where the very thought of his being

Was joy for her soul

Where his voice demand

The pleasing music of her life.

But, poor heart! It is forsaken!

It is left alone to wander

Through the pleasant life in vain,

Over the dreamy rises and dale in pain,

Along the marvelous scenes in aim none,

Through the pretty banks in despair,

Lament and dismal all day long.

How pathetic is repudiation!

How pitiable is refutation!

How sympathetic is denial!

That felt by Sakuntala and Sita

That suffered by all who loved

And became deserted,

But from their loved hearts!

Hearken! Silly love seekers!

Fondle never this flame

It will blaze you all along!

STARRY NIGHT

Behold the tranquil sky in dark;

Festooned with dazzling stars,

Thousands in number and

The full moon in glee, spreading

Milky moonbeams over the vales;

Delighting the hearts in love

Birds sing none but silence reigns

But in hearts there is melody

For the gentle cold of December

Sweeps the breeze in silence

Lest it might harm the

Serene souls in romance.

Flowers bloom none; but the perfume

Spreads from romance in hearts

Of the tender souls in ecstasy

Embrace the cosmos in delight;

Like the tide pets the shoreline.

Oh! Pretty night, my dear heart

Is away from me, veiling somewhere

But the glittering memory

Of our blending in romance is

Sweeping my heart in joy!

Feeling all the fascinating marvel

I wish, my sweet, you were beside me!

ENOUGH FOR ME

No one wishes to touch me

None desires even to glance me

The deserted one like myself

Is dumped from the town!

Renounced by humankind

Look but they at my face

Only to rebuke; only to scorn

They are aghast over my appear

My form makes them fright.

Sure they are, for I’m the one

Who needs to be reserved

Away from regular being.

But you, the stranger

Grant me your smile!

Like a sunflower in sunshine,

Like the tender zephyr

It fingers my heart in pleasure

Heals the wounds in my soul

The harm by stones thrown at me

By my so called kin and friends!

By the so called human!

Your smile, the elixir to my spirit

Gives me harmony

To live, to be awaken;

To breath, to be aroused.

I bow before you; kiss thy feet.

Enough for me, stranger!

The Daughter of Mother Nature

Who brings delicate fragrance

Of sweet strange feral blossom?

Who whispers in my ear

Pretty music of the folk?

Who runs around the field

Of yellow grains, all set to crop

In wild ecstasy and joy?

Who chats with those birds

Of pretty song and vibrant paint?

Who plays with the clouds

Above the sapphire, pleasant sky?

Who gives joy for the school kids

In pretty and comic morning

Prattling along the lane,

Covering grass with small buds?

Who dances with coconut trees

Over the hills, touching clouds?

Who sweeps the dead mango leaves

Down the road, filled in dust?

Who washes out the sweat

Of workers’ row in the field

In searing but pleasant sunshine

Haste in reaping golden pick?

It is she; the trekker from the West

The marvelous lass of mountains.

Oh! Pretty daughter of Mother Nature,

Hail to thee! My sweet wind!

It follows me!

Alas! It shadows me!

How poignant it feels!

Though emotions none pursue me

Though my creature heart is left

There over the mother earth

Where we met;

Where we dwelled in joy n’ calm;

Where we lived in seventh heaven,

But only for a few moments!

And suddenly you got vanished;

But not from my heart.

It was throbbing

That you were away from me,

Hiding somewhere, kept my eyes soggy

Brought my heart the pain

Felt by each, who had bereavement

And it settled in my soul;

Pressed my heart till it shrink

Into infinite dense and credence.

But I let it stay there

Kept it there till the end got near;

When the soul departed,

Forced it to leave me

But, Alas! It follows the soul!

ROMANTIC RAIN

How beautiful this romantic rain is!

Chattering on rooftops in gay,

Singing melodies about the yard,

Showering pebbles above leaf tops

And sweetening my heart in joy!

No drums and lights but silent music

Spreading above hills and vales,

No storm but a gentle breeze

Mingle together as both in lusty love

And sweetening our hearts in bliss!

No birds sing and moonbeams hidden;

But the music of rainfall extend light in souls

 And the cologne blooms the heavens

From some unknown blossom of the bush.

With all these romance the hearts are warm;

Why, my sweet, you plunge in such gloom?