WHY YOU BLUSH?

We are in concert always

Ambiance changes but

Our hearts couple tightly

And our souls in blending.

Like milk and brook we mingle;

Like air and perfume we coalesce

Our souls embrace each other

Our bodies are not two but single

Like the distinct sweetest dream.

But what we search each other

None knows but we alone keep.

Oh! My dear, see the stars!

Blinking in the firmament

And the moon shining above

Did see our romance!

Why you cover your face?

You splendid soul in shyness!

Don’t you see the romance of

The moon with the lily blossom,

And moonbeams kissing its petals?

Don’t blush my pretty beloved

Come more close to me and pass

The sweetest and enchanted kiss

And elate me to heaven!

Let the impression be envious

And let the space be jealous

Seeing our hearts in romance!

THE QUESTION UNANSWERED

How the question arises?  We no not

When we felt it? We know never

Who asked it? We forget

When shared the doubt? We leave

But, here reigns the question-

‘What is in between us?’

We have been enquiring:

Is it romance between hearts

To be merged for entire life

In peace and in harmony?

Or is it passion of spirits

Craving for ages to meet?

Or is it the lovely warmth

Felt by those poor souls

When catching the perfect shelter

In an untamed deluge?

Or is it the lust to cuddle up

Like the sea and shore nestle?

Why we rough and tumble on causes?

We are sure, beloved

Reason never can define it

We agree there is ‘something’

Between us and we both fondle

Dear, that something so dear

And we equally wish that lasts

Till the last wheeze!

COME WITH ME

Come my beloved; come with me

Beyond the skies

We will make ornaments with stars

We will wear costumes

With galaxies, span infinite

And we’ll play with heavenly bodies

And we’ll fly through constellations

In gaiety unknown to all

We’ll stay under the shade

Of pearls, diamonds and crimson

We’ll sleep in gardens unseen

We might see brooks and flowers;

Breeze and drizzle, we may feel

Moonlight and rainbows to charm us

Cologne of unknown fragrance of heaven

To wake us, from dreams plentiful.

Come my dear

We will go beyond the skies

And above the stars

Where none to part us

And none to perturb our love.

YOUR EYES

So profound your eyes, my view

Reaches never !

So cosmic and azure

Like ocean; like the sky in sapphire

With bright sunshine

Bluish, like deep-sea, no spots

But tides; oh! Heavy

And profuse with farthest

Ebb and surge

And horizon beyond my reach.

Seeing your oceanic eyes

I feel rapture

Like the first drop of rain

After a long and lengthy summer

With heat and thirst.

Feel at times resembling a valley

Unknown; overflowing silver moonlight

Like the firmament in evening

With stars blinking

And constellations whisper

Nothing but loving murmur.

Oh! Mine poor soul believes in vain

It all with your spirit in love.

THE SWEETEST DREAM

Flowers bloom around me

With your touch of soft fingers

Over my melancholic heart

And moonlight in silver spreads

Around my bleak soul

When the music covers from

Your lips with the sweetest voice

The soul of mine in desolation

Is lifted to ecstasy in delight

Whilst your charming eyes contact

On my eyes and shyness stretches

Over your face in redden

And I see the rarest smile

You grant in dazzling stones

And while your hands round

My soul and dreams

I am elated to skies in bliss

I see gleaming stars

And glittering constellation

As the sweetest scent of your love

In fragrance nowhere felt

By none through the ages

Covers me and your sweet lips

Touch my thoughts in love

But alas! It lasts only for a moment

Misfortune; It was only a dream

I close my eyes again in vain

Hoping the flow of dream,

The sweetest one I ever had!

DREAMS OF FUTURE

View those butterflies

In exciting color and in

Babble, the pretty chatterbox!

They never in gloom, but in joy

With nameless happiness rules

Feel they no worries, for them

The world is still in splendor!

To learn they go, to play,

To dance and to sing in group.

Hark the little lass’ prattle

In pigtails and in pretty frocks

Look the small boy in uniform

In shape like a mature

He is in thought and his face

Shows he is with earnest idea!

He is the hope of a loving mom;

She is the dream of a caring pa,

And they are the dreams

Of our future in whole!

Unlock your conscience,

Let them grasp your care

They, the brothers and sisters of

The loving little ones of

Your own home,

Are not strangers to you!

Don’t let the road to stain

In red by these flowers in glee

With your neglect a moment!

Vande Mataram

Vande Mataram