Evanescence to Eternity

BLOW me a kiss over this fall breeze

And let the remnants of summer freeze

Then I shall sing one sylvan song

And take you out of this humdrum throng

To the place where you actually belong

Still smiling, still sanguine and still strong

Shower me hugs along these fawn fall leaves

And let the winter roll in great heaves

Then I shall have you huddled up in my arms

To let the butterflies flutter in swarms

As free as they are in yonder farms

With charisma, with chivalry and with charms

Let’s be greeted by a heavenly host,

Let’s our worldly names be left and lost

Far behind the undulating hills of obscurity

As we glide past evanescence to eternity

To make one with both ancestry and posterity

Evanescence to eternity!!!

Beggar's Way

I walk adrift this long and lonely lane,

Wishing to repose somewhere

For I’m way-worn and starving

But I don’t have pence to my name;

And I’m so tired that I want myself slain.

All I’m become is a dust-laden wayfarer,

Plodding through pastoral hamlets begging;

I know not what pride is, what shame.

But I’m a son of Gods I believe—

I receive so they can give.

I’ll plant a kiss on the welkin

For showering me with myriad kin

Of this they’re oblivious though

But someday they’ll know, I know.

Am I in Love?

I sat by the casement yester-dusk

Sipping a warm frothy coffee,

I saw a fine bird in freedom flight

Proudly singing her best spring song

Amidst the darkling sky;

I sipped more and clung on to the flask

And the fleeting beauty thereof did win me a trophy—

I was colonized by love unbound that bright night.

Verily my eyes shifted from the humdrum throng;

I saw things many would only wonder why.

Not a question even I could ask.

Perhaps, I knew how things were meant to be—

The bird indeed had her pride

Of that I was certain, I couldn’t be wrong;

What? Am I in love at all? Sigh!!!

I Dare Not COMPARE

I shall not compare your golden cascading tresses

     With the meandering mountain brooks

          Nor with fruit-laden boughs in woods;

I shall not compare your piercing elegant eyes

     With peerless pearls in seas

 Nor with snow-white doves fluttering in even breeze;

I shall not compare your impeccably fair visage

     With the magnificent moon

Nor with soothing showers of July and June;

I shall not compare your seraphic smiles

     With coalesced petals into a chaste corolla

Nor with the finest wine relished at the royal gala;

I shall not compare your soft scarlet lips in sheen

     With the sparkling shooting stars

Nor with the flight and might of Avatars;

I shall not compare your tender bosoms

     With silky spring buds

Nor with the bubbly soft soapsuds;

I shall not compare the smooth velvety touch of your hands

     With splendid snow flakes

Nor with the blue pacific lakes;

I shall not compare your solicitous warmth

     With hearths in every hamlet

Nor with men who warm coy mistresses by their sylvan serenade;

I shall not compare you

     With the heavenly beings

Nor with the daughters of imperial kings;

You glide beyond the dale of comparison

     And thus, truly beyond compare

I dare not compare!

Mindless Thoughts

Prelude

“A walk by dusk

With the moon hanging overhead

And her constant entourage(stars) like a halo;

And a halt by tavern,

Wanting to drink a little,

Wanting to word my wine-wisdom,

Wanting to shed some tears,

Wanting to fall but in love...

And wanting to rise again

Sober, stronger and more sanguine

Each time I fall...”

Main Text

I want to stare at the stars

So that I get gooseflesh

All over me

Seeing them twinkle

A little lot more

Than the other night...

I want to sit by the tavern

So that I can quaff a pint

And in my drunken stupor

All I’d utter is:

I am drunk in sobriety

Like I am not when I am...

I want to saunter by dusk

Through a mosaic of meadows

With the moon

In the sky overhead

Alone and yet in company

Of the myriad creatures around

I want to write a word

Of speech, of silence

That cannot be worded

And I will call it a poem

Even when poetry

It scarcely sounds...

I want to shed some tears

So that my eyes are cleansed

Of the dirt begotten hitherto

Because they say,

“Eyes awash with tears

See life better!”

I want to fall in love someday

So that I’d scrape my knees

And break my limbs...

Like I fell when I was a toddler

And every time I fall
I shall rise twice as much...