A Boatman’s Love Song

Let’s row the boat as one, oh my love
To an unheard far-far land,
Where seasons keep the treasure trove
And birdies aggroup a music brand!

The river, the oar and me, the lover
Fit the fiddle strings that you play.
But your absence makes it, Oh Singer
A stricken grievous fiddle in May!

Am I in love, or in fancy? I wonder
You tell me the one that true!
Till that I will put myself in wander
Nettled by your thoughts and rue.

Take on my hand at once, oh my love!
Else it will make my heart to bleed.
Drop some glance at least somehow
And that will up my heartbeats to speed!

Familiar Paths

When we were children,
We trod the hidden paths of
The countryside, together.

It is a long time back now,
But those still flourish in my memories
Uninterrupted..

It was the time
When the echo of Koel’s shriek
Had made us to Jump,
When thinking of the amusing people
Of imagination,
We shuddered being enthused.

I forgot the hidden paths now,
Not listening the favorite Koel,
No more care for the imagined people,
I left my beloved nostalgia,
Back somewhere.
Don’t want to peep over the loneliness,
That occupies a solitary path
But, when walking through the paths,
Or riding the motorcycle
I feel everything as familiar to me
Familiar to my mind
Familiar to the extreme depths of my heart
I too become a part of them
The bush, the stone, everything
The plants, birds and flowers
The butterflies, everything
Familiar to me
I know them.

When reaches a spot,
I searched for something there,
I know it would be there,
And it was there,
A shrub, a stumpy one
Over the years, it survived the time
Survived the changes, Survival,
All are familiar to me

About Nature’s Precision

Truly delighted I am
As I saw the bewitching
Glamour of the dawn, and
I said to myself, ‘Ah,
A fine morning at the door’

The incessant momentum of
Time makes the misty
Backdrop of sunrise
To appear at my doorstep everyday
With biological precision and
Supreme regularity.

And so, I began to think
On the Powerful force
Behind this day to day affairs of
Nature - uncontrollable to the human, and
Still it remains in my
question
Unanswered.

Eternal Melancholy

If I were a skylark

That flies with wings spreaded

Humming the eternal melodies, and

Carrying the poets’ fantasies,

I would have flown farther,

If I were a skylark.

If I were a soft breeze

Touching the mountain blues,

With the inherent chill,

Waking the veins by a gentle touch,

Bearing the dreams of wideness, and

Clinching the solitude,I would have blown

If I were a soft breeze!

To become a tune

That no one sung before!

To become a dream

That no one could imagine!
What If I were a mystery?

Or seclusion?

Abstractness or Nothingness?

To become the breath of the dead

To stay in the jungle of solitude,

Undisturbed!

To be a colour!

And a star!

To sparkle in the silence of the night

With the wildness of terror!…….…..
A human I am,

A creature..

The power to dream,

And to imagine

Stays with me!

Waiting here,

In this non-existence,

To take rebirths,

To become all these,

Till end up in a wild unity

With the eternity!

Themelessness

(Answering the question, ‘Why my posts are delayed?’)

Days have gone and weeks too gone

About a month is near!

The lyrics fairies have not come yet

To make my thoughts pour out!

It makes you wondered, makes me too

But you hear my arguments!

There are a few more things exist

That cause lyrical dryness!

Here contradicts my previous claim

I know, as you too know!

But I repeat, it is the lyrical dryness

Caused by the themelessness!

Themes and thoughts are under decay

Due to the hasty days!

But some commitments make me to write

And now I chose themelessness!

People may suggest, ‘you choose heart,

Love, romance or dreams!’

But one pens on what strikes him, and

Hence it is the themelessness!