Your Presence

The melody of your laugh is the music of my silence,

The charm of your cheeks is the reddened dawn of my life,

The shade of your eye is my never ending golden dusk,

and here i melt inch by inch mesmerised in your presence.

I the Man

I shiver in cold and curse the rain,
When the tree dribbles pelt and soothe the mud.
I shrink to self, shutting my eyes,
When a seed draw the bead to stretch its self.
I raise my brows and look for sun,
When frogs mumble merrily thanking the sky.
I cloth the coat and keep aloof,
When a worm knits wings to be a fly.
The rain subsides and clouds fly sides,
Then, the rainbow comes and smiles at me,
My eyes get wide and cast the bow.
The tree, the seed, the frogs and worm,
Mock at me through the rainbow light.
I the man now feel the shy,
And I the man now wait for rain!

Season

The arid flow of wind in summer,
is the vacuum I feel in your absence.

The fallen leaves by wind in autumn,
is the be-gone days of ours in wrangle.

The dampened smell of wind in monsoon,
is the pebbly eye of yours in love.

The fragrant fly of the wind in spring,
is the revered days of love we have.

As this wind blows carrying the scent of season,
I fly ahead carrying the sweetness of your touch.

I pass through seasons, the begot of time,
and I live through spirit, the flower of love.

Soulbook

In the villa of moonlight,

past the doors of the fragrant mist,

on the floor of a starlit sky,

where fairies play the rainbow sitar,

lies the golden notebook of my soul,

treasured with scribblings on each page,

which are nothing but the glances you made to me!

My Moon

On a darkened night, in the fragrant breeze,
with a hardened heart and a weaken soul,
was i wreathing alone, longing for a moon,
that the darkest cloud had held in tight.

My throat was dried and cried to damp,
i kneeled on side of a slithering stream,
above my head the cloud had moved,
and my moon did smile in the mirroring stream.

But my hands had moved for the withering throat,
and broke my mirror for the quench of thirst
my heart wept high at the sight of that
and my moon did cry in the rustle of stream
and shied inside the darkest cloud
for her smile had lost for the quench of thirst.

My eyes made a mirror for the stream to see
and i scooped it hand ful to make a pool,
i forgo my thirst and stood still there
to let her come again smiling in my pool.