The Man & Magic !

MJ

Words fail to express

What I feel,

My heart would race

Just to get a glimpse of your face,

For hours I would dream

And thy thoughts caress…

The fall of curl on eyes,

The sultry style, the sweet smile –

Would keep me awake all night.

The tilt of hat, the tip toe step,

The moonwalk that set the stage ablaze,

The quick spin and quivering voice

Left me with no choice

But to fall in love with you…

Though the world may call me a fool

I know my love is true!

Now it hurts to see your feet at rest

And as you lay motionless,

To another realm your soul transcend,

Waiting with your arms stretched

To take me with you, beyond life and death…

At the break of dawn

I wake up to your song,

Across my reach you stand –

Only to disappear like the mirage on sand;

My eyes moisten at the forlorn attempt

My bubble hopes burst, my heart saddened

To lose you; and just when I think this is the end,

I feel entrapped and surrounded

By a musical maze…

My sight haze

To find myself in this strange place,

Is that you I see at a distance

With your wings wide spread?

Encircled by “Kings on the throne”,

Have you found your real home

In this heavenly abode?

Have you found your childhood

And your long lost youth?

As you pour melody from your lyre,

The heart’s abyss swells with deep desire

To be swept by your tune forever and ever…

My head feels dizzy,

As I’m drunk to the lees

With your mysticalw power

So I lay me down to sweet slumber;

And now I can sleep and sleep indeed –

As I know you are resting in peace

In God’s safe arms,

Where nothing can touch you, no one can harm.

Like this desolate night dense,

You shall remain in me in silence;

My life, sorrows and dreams intense –

You shall forever entice with your magic spell

And fill me with your songs sweet and fresh!

 

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Travel & Love

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If there is any place

I would rather be,

It is everywhere

Or no where will I be.

Snowy white peaks

Verdant lush of greens,

Cool caressing winds

Rolling surfs,

Lakes so pristine..

Soft sands slipping under feet

Ships on deserts

With Bells tinkling

Shiny sky,

Teasingly twinkling

Nostalgic history

And winding cobbled streets

Leading through time to

Saddened walls of ruins;

Smells and sights so intriguing,

Warmth of strangers touching,

Call of the distance

Tugging at heart

Time and again…

My feet will never stop treading

All paths and places unseen

But ever if my heart stops

Or feet never move

I will lie there –

Upon the fields of green

Under the icy blue of the skies

The soft white pearls

In my eyes

Till I am wrapped in

The neverness of everlasting life.

Little Heart

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A little heart, afraid to trust

The first steps on earth…

A little fear, an unknown flutter inside

Tiny wobbly unsure of touch

Little steps, one at a time

A small smile accepting

Touch of love

Jumping, running, tossing, turning,

Playful in its merry self

Oblivious to the unknown

A step was taken –

A step too long into the darkness

But soon the light shone..

The light of everlasting happiness

In the soft arms of tender love.

The little heart now drifted

Into tiny dreams

Smiling inwardly…

Sleeping tenderly,

No fear will ever touch

The little heart that feared.

 

 

 

A Waiting

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The heart moved slow

Losing its beat,

A song of life

Accepting defeat,

The mind could not feel

The rhythm of its surroundings

Visions were blurred

But something far far away

Strained its strings…

A waiting for the last song

Touch of the known

Voice of someone close

What is it? Who was it?

The eyes could not tell

The ears never heard

A smile was not formed

By the curling of lips

Joy could not find voice

Nor was there a stir …

Only the soul felt the warmth

Of that known soul

Bound alone by the music of love,

Of faith & trust.

A little sign found its way –

An great effort was made

 To show happiness that was known

Someday, in a land too far away.

A ripple of soothing calm

Drowned all sorrows

No grief touched

Only a release from

The ties on earth;

A love was felt,

No pains remained – 

And yes, at last

A waiting will be no more…

At last amidst the heaven above

A home was found.

 

 

A Promise…

Gir Evening

In the fallen leaves

Of withering autumn

The winter chills

And gray so still

Cool summer breeze

Every new leaf

Flowers of spring

I SEE YOU…

In morning calmness

Quiet of the noon

Late night’s bright moon

In all things good,

All things seen

Flowing of a stream,

Burst of shower

I FEEL YOU …

In little cloudy faces

Blue skies on clear days,

Whispers of sea

Comfort of warm waves

Dying sun far away

Rolling lush of greens

Kiss of sweet mist

I MISS YOU …

Realm of earth

Can never hold back

All that is pure,

As some day in a wonderland –

Beyond known paths,

Reasons of trapped hearts,

All words unsaid,

I WILL MEET YOU …

Please hold on my friend

For my days have not waned,

No, not yet –

But I will be there, soon I know,

To see you

Love & hold,

And never to say adieu again.

 

 

 

 

Life on Tide

 

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Lonely Boat, gray water & gray sky – Sunderban National Park

A little black boat

Floats where molten gold merges

With gray somber sadness.

The little black boat

Holds a bundle in its heart

A sad tired soul.

A lone little boat

No island in the distance

Only water surrounds.

Life has no meaning

When the unnameable strikes

Yet they need to fight.

Woman adorns white

Her man may never return

Life has no colour.

He must live, sail back

To be one with her again

Life is not easy.

Supplies have run dry

His son cries, hungry he sleeps

So he must provide.

Scorching sun burns deep

Salt eats away aging skin

Air stands heavy, still.

If storm comes unseen,

Or tides change their course at will

All his dreams will end.

Dreams are luxury

Uncertainty is the truth

As life plays with death.

Yet she waits for him:

Her ‘jele’ will sure return

He dreams on, she prays.

Lyrical ripples

Dance; Matla intoxicates

In the last daylight.

Wait never ceases

Here in the gray tide country

Miseries live on.

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Boat in the last day light – Sunderban National Park

The Silver Shine

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The Silver Shine

Oh dear moonlight!

You are the true jewel of the night

I can never tell how sweet you look,

In your flowing silvery gown

That shines and paints a picture bright

Of a night so true, calm and quiet.

 

Your doting lover never ceases to wait

For the kiss of your soft silver touch

Upon the silken darkness of his skin –

A gift of the sun…

You never cease either, to please

Your sublime sylvan lover,

With a shy embrace,

A magical charmer that you are!

 

You fill him with your love

Flowing into his heart;

Or sometimes just playfully,

Engulf him completely

With your divine light

As you glide by relentlessly.

 

The wind stands witness and so does the sky,

The river flowing by

And that little faraway light –

To your passion and union.

Nothing that has not beheld your beauty

In the serenity of a night so quiet

Can ever tell the story

Of your endless love that is now and forever.

 

What am I?

Just a speck of mud

Or a tiny glow worm perhaps

Looking at your everlasting love –

A dedication that willingly takes

Upon itself all that he has to give.

 

Or is it something deeper in intensity?

A promise: to be there,

To hug and softly caress

Till the end of time when nothing remains,

But only your silvery threads –

Weaving the net to hold you tight

Into a completeness

Of filling each other with only yourselves.