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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A Searching

Home of my own

I have been on the run,

For what it seems – forever,

I am searching –

Looking everywhere

For a home to call my own,

Where I can lay my head

In the warmth of your caress

For days, without fear,

Knowing that you care…

In the midst of laughter

Of loved ones long lost!

I have been searching –

For these little treasures,

A longing that never dies

Oh! I am so tired…

Looking and searching

Beyond the rights

Beyond the wrongs,

Where lines of hatred

Are blurred …

Just a realization prevails

Of death and loss,

Of pain and sorrow,

They belonged to them

They belonged to us;

A place remains

Where sweet peace

Is brought on the wings of wind

That belongs to them

And belongs to me,

Where the land is lush green

Not crimson from trampled lives…

A land where love there is still,

Out beyond the wires

That make hope bleed.

A home for you.

A home for me.

And for all humanity.

 

 

 

 

 

Heart of Thorns

Thorn

Ripples of fear,

Grips the heart.

Skin wrinkles and tears apart

By trauma,

Oh! The trauma of lashings

Of the heart of thorns;

Clean and smooth

The beauty on surface-

Honeysweet talks

Of empty nothings.

But look! Deep in the darkness

Of the hollow dark abyss

Sweetness boils green and frothy

Venom spurts from eyes so evil

Burning the heart of gold –

The bright yellow slowly in silence

Turns red, the color of blood

Innocence cowers away, dies a slow death.

The devil laughs aloud – victory is here at last….

Its heart of thorns gleams with pride!

Feelings of evil remain

Slyly hidden

Behind smiles charming,

And talks so sweet;

The world moves on

Rolling in green venom,

Reveling in joys of

Selfish desires;

And nothing remains –

No one stays

To lament the loss of innocence

That breathed its last

In a lonely cold corner,

Terror stricken, all by itself

Defeated by the cruel heart of thorns.

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 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.

 

 

 

 

Saying Adieu

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Dark brown broken by only one strip of white

Strong enough to fight off

The strongest enemies

Kind enough to protect

Against all who did not know how to love

The little steps followed

The strong voice bellowed

At one sight of a true friend

The heart knew, when no one cared

No one helped

This friend will always be there,

Cuddling, loving, caring

In sickness and in good times.

The look of trust, of utmost love

In those round clear eyes,

Were just enough to tell her

She was the best friend he never had before.

Through the roughest of times,

Coldest of nights,

And piercing pain,

He looked out for her

The soft touch of comforting warmth.

But on one stormy night

When he looked around

The warm hand, the soft touch could not be found

He cowered, fear gripped his heart …

Where is she?

His last breath caught in his throat,

One last time he wanted to bid adieu

To his truest friend, who failed him just then;

Quiet in his pain,

With the last thoughts of his friend

He closed the eyes …

The storm could harm no more, never 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