yin has yang waiting

every night has a new morning,
all the dusk has a new dawning.
each thunder has a silver lightning....
to clear the air of all......
each hurt has a tender caring....
as each winter has spring following...
all the frown has a new smiling....
every silence a lover's calling.....
all the crime has another forgiving..
to start a better morn.....
each condemning turned into new redeeming....
shunned gestures can turn welcoming....
every end has brighter beginning...
all being is a newer becoming.......
all the yin has yang waiting.....
to meet in new horizon........




shree

light went in search of hope with a naughty smile

spring is knocking by...
blue birds sing,
wild mountains bring,
the peace within ...
with its silvery glow.....
the shining sky...
touches me ...
in a lazy loving smile....
dream came true ,
when held by you,
closer to your heart.
the anklet rings...
its golden bells...
spring came knocking by....
ran over the hill.....
to tell the world....
how happy am i.....

THANK YOUR MAKER.......
LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL..........
LOVE YOURSELF......




shree

ami..i prem ami..i bhalobasha ami..i niyoti ..tomar

ekbuk neel akash niye ...
dubey jai nechey berai ...alor anginaye..
pahar churaye....
sobuj ghashe....
jhilmile kato pichhle pora kochi patar aloye...........dekhi tomaye ...dekhi tomaye
shudhu tomaye ...sarajibon.
polash fuley,shimul fuley.....
krishnachurar laler abhaye.....
dubey jai nechey berai.....alor anginaye
jharer akash ,chander alo....kepe uthe amar bukey ..
hawar dolaye ....brishtitey ek bheja dine....
chupi chupi dubi ekhon bhalobashaye ...premer jhoraye ...
hridoyjurey ...katoi khelaye..
dubey jai nechey berai .....alor anginaye.....
thotey sei mridu hashir ektu jhalak..chokher kaloi upchey pora khushir dana..
khute niy ..anchol pete...buker majhe ...
duhaatey jorai ami akul kora subash takey..
jeno kon ghumer ghorey ...swapan majhe..
elo kon ghurni tola batash niye..
shaler boney..kurchi fuler chador gaye...
dubey jai neche berai ....alor anginaye.....
boshey thaki protikkhate....
bhalobeshe...
niyotir taner mato..i
tomar amar jibon jurey...
premer majhe bhalobashaye...
dub satarey.....




apekkhaye ami

beautiful adjectives.......nee mehendi burns

adjectives are like sharp splinters ...
used whenever one like....
pierces the bleeding heart....
vulnerable soul.....from all sides,
knowingly unknowingly.....
reasonless....
hatred...
for a sinner...
though sins unknown...


coward...
pessimist.....
hysterical..........
mistrusting......
or no trust at all.......
pennyless....drunkard....crazy...fool
all are beautiful adjectives ...
said so lovingly....
whispered in the ear...

before a wondering, stupid gaze.....
the mehendi burns.

thousand gopinis sing

the dreams we saw,
the life we've dreamt,
knitted the absurd story,
wrote the fantacy poems,
ran across the green medows,
walked on the dry desert,
soaked in the monsoon rain,
hand in hand.........
broken.......like a mirror....
in thousand pieces...life mocks at me....
youv'e taken it too seriously dear ,don't...its just a game....
as you said.
may be it is....
the golden sunrise....
lazy sunsets...
trotting twilights will never be the same...
comes and goes in a haze...
don't dream ....
don't hope....
as each day passes by ....
like a roadroller.
crumbles the bones and flesh under it.
so not to wake up again....
Anantashayanam Eternal light turns...
then burst out laughing.....cuddles me in Blessed arms.
thousand gopinis sing....
Radha soaks in Madhaba's colour....
coz YOU are ME
and I AM YOU......



to my inspiration....


shree

misty cherry bud

i broke the lake......
with a twig,
through the ice
at the edge .....
making a place for my ashes,
to gently dissolve,
into elements...
so loved.

sprinkled my bits
of ash n bone....
and traces of heart.....
see the remain float,
there unintegrated,
sinking but not dissolved.

parted the ice here and there,
saw a tiny piece of me....
stuck to a moss,
reached to dust it in the lake,
but stopped to hear me say.
how cool it was to rest....
like a misty cherry bud...
just above the water,
on an ice first day of spring....after death.




to my dearest akinchan....
shree

pain is the breaking of the shell

accept the seasons of your heart
summer,
monsoon,
winter and spring.
as you have always accepted the seasons,
passed over the fields.
you will feel the serenity,
through the winters of your grief.

pain is the breaking of the shell
that encloses your understanding like the blue -flamed pearl.
keep your heart wonder at the daily miracles of your life,
your pain would not seem less wonderous than your joy.


For its hand though heavy and hard is guided by
the tender hand of the unseen.
and the cup he brings though it burn your lips,
has been fashioned by the clay......
which the potter has moist .....
with his sweet tears.



shree



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