SHANGRI-LA

Before I intuitive and after I pass on

Where would be I, but at the moment

After a lone prayer from the empty abode

Walks across the human and inhuman noises

Just eying and searching for the boon

Why fire burns beneath the blood cells

Immortal soul cannot die against the life

There are evergreen hills and flowers

Silver lining clouds above the zenith

Bluest lake spreading at the bottom 

Where the greenly grasses carpet land

Dances and singing by thee

For my ugliest footprints

Do I worth to die?

Did I create a flowery story?

No, hopes sail away still in thine boat

Breathe tasteful air from thy sky,

Swallow pious water from thou well.

Don’t whisper me call me thrice

So I could run and play on this vale,

I could converse without uttering,

And can heed thee song of revolution.

Thy gifted me:

Milky Way like long stories

Bridge amid life and soul

A ladder to mount up the age tree

Filter mask and helmet

Moisture in dried life

Cloudy dawn and snow falls

During ever hot summer days

Thy would be my flower girl

As I accompany to flower power

Shangri-La for astonishing days

I with a gusto fresh face:

Walk all along with lambs,

Wear dappled cloths,

Can talk by way of the dears,

Can fly among the parrots,

Can swim like the fishes.

Woodland is not so untamed like before

Trees and creeps telling thy stories

Nightingales would fly to me in eve

Morning sparrows too, as herald

They are hymning for me

There is no death body

And no ill man

I don’t have an ailment too.

My non-human friends:

Width Lake and small pond of lotus

Coconut trees and mango trees

Harmonious birds and cute lambs

Flowery stones and big rivers

Day, night and rain

Thine garden and soft wind-

These days they’re keen to discern thou

Still passing through thy realm

Among the flora and fauna of Shangri-La

Deity passes through the terrain

With the drop of boons to enlighten the roads

Stare towards the east

Lost city and village would be found

From the vista and grin of thee

Pebbles develop into flowers

Flames grow to be rain

I replace by a name of sacrifice

It’s not a paradise

I had rooted on Shangri-La.

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ARCHETYPAL POEM

 

Manuscript of an archetypal poem

Muddle words and panic meanings

Those are there in the museum.

Half unclothed body of the women,

Stripped body of the men with long hair,

Snakes and ladies were playing,

Unknown eggs and mermaids;

Made mystify till the quarter-

Even a nuptials story of goddess

With an epic brave man of ancient-

Among reckonable fairy tales

A village girl ran after a seraph

She found flying chariot and a prince of god

Followed by a heaven garden’s stories-

No one discovers that poem except mother.

A dog was a husband of a beautiful lady

Child: half dog and half man played at lawn.

Each stanza goes on with enigma of saga

That is an archetypal poem, a nudity poem

Man dinned human flesh and rotten worms.

Made distance without the slit in between

Dead and alive slept jointly on a divan

They imbibed buffaloes and cows excreta

When this archetypal poem gets over?

Enjoyed the deities on man’s berth

Sometimes and usually damsel sacrificed

As fruit and flower of the puja-

Living days filled up by offspring of them

Delusion and illusion into an indubitable-

Portraits and lexis are no more over there

They walk as animal walks

And ever sleeping archetypal poems awoke

Begins to fly like vulture and phoenix

Sometimes breeze like hot wind

Across the diverse soils of land-

When the night falls

Bits and pieces and stones sing collectively

Walking trees catch up the birds

The ocean drinks all the salty waters

And the king put together all the heavenly bodies

Within the black and dark boulevard

Inside a gigantic vessel of sugarcane

Look at out to the fireflies

They shine like stars and moon

Still the mother enchant the archetypal poem

While breeders stand still.

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ON THE DAY OF HARVEST

An earsplitting crowd

Or a pin dropped silent

A harvest field

Don’t anticipate for a heavy rain

Don’t fright for a blazing sunbeams

Meadow is waiting

Crops are awaiting

Rest between the shade and sun

Sweating day is a smiley day

Play with the kites

Do not weary as a memorized day

These grains are not deadly

Like the exotic grains of far

Collect the times for given times

The day is unblemished

There’s no grime on the field

Before reach at the field

For the first day of the harvest

Folks would see on eyes

A sharp ray of bravery

And images of grains and crops

An affluent owner!

Can you snoop to the sky?

There are no rain clouds

On this first day of harvest-

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“UNENDING LETTER”

Engrave me a letter after here from there

If you find an undying home

Postman might arrive near an unlock door

Or towards a new gateway of the village

All and sundry might be forgotten my name and dynasty

Though all the villagers would recognize your name

Propel to your own name followed by my address-

Did I put creepy stories on your fresh life?

Had you ever found shadow of tears in between the stories

Could you been to yesteryears of those miracle days?

Sympathetically do not construct even a word

During the sunshine and smile-

You would have endless impulsive words

During the august rain and midnights

Might be during your sunup mirror-

How long you’ll take to inscribe that letter,

How many years would take to complete it?

A happiest life with one daughter and two sons

Or an incomparable good husband with colorful stories?

Tell me not but, compassionately engrave to me-

Were we in the offing for the next spring?

And never seems a long day today.

Was there a spring before I reached there?

Rode a horse by me everyday in a soldier attire,

Turned around at ever seen places

By the window side of queen’s residence

To let me wet in the autumn’s rain

Until your eyes become mine-

Deadlock and dilemma are not be yours

Those old roads would be smooth like sooner than

The alike stars, moon and sun be brighten above the patio

Don’t forget to look after the litter

Playing far in a narrow street

Go gather them, no word comes to you

That’s a day, sunny day of a mother, of a house wife.

Find out an ancient pen, would be found inside your old suitcase

With dried petals of boundless roses of the past green ages

Are you able to feel immeasurable nostalgic among the old stuffs?

Mark down each moments without edgy and compunction

Be kindheartedly follow the story-

Old pictures, old hand written letters, old gifted dresses

Everything you had kept I know since the first day-

Lettering for whom so long never endingly

Probing for what inside old belongings and briefcases

You staring so impatiently on my elderly images

And shading tears as looking on ear rings of thirties

Why are you reading my aged diary pages?

I could hear on an adore and deplorable tone

That’s reply-

Force me not to complete this heaviest letter

Still I on arms of my devil protector

Pen will go on till I stop blinking my eyes

Yet my face could hide on this bare chest of yours

Don’t let me split I from you by a perfect letter

I will not desirous for the final sign of my name.

It would be an unending letter as I beat in you…

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WOMAN: AM I JAILBIRD OF THE MEN

Woman: am I icon of the sex?

Don’t name me mother

Don’t dub me sister

In natural, I had husband and sons

Today they are rapist and molester

And my hands are hand cuffed

Revolutionize never comes to me

Now I’m a sex doll in brothels

And I’m speechless maid in every domicile.

I don’t have a shadow of womanhood

Buy me and sell me out like a calf

Even my daughter is a queen of the dark world

Womanhood flies up with the smoke of kitchen

Carnivorous are thirst for us

Like chicken meat of the bars

I with my daughter won’t move

We couldn’t go among the men animals.

Sometimes I’m a dead stone

No hemoglobin, no cells, no tissues,

No DNA, my hormones are my foe-

In vegetable vendors and grocery shops,

Avails among the objects and sold.

Inside the men’s pocket and inner wearer,

Sticks and bears since centuries over centuries.

In between the turbine of washing machines,

My appeals have been collapsing.

Under the roof of lavatory and public toilets,

Everyone plays me, kept me nude.

As a massager in days an nights

And only be a procreator, named: Woman.

When I would be free from the societal cage?

From the beds & bodies of cannibals!

When I could walk in democracy?

On those narrow Streets of the city,

When the wild dogs dance in midnight!

Still they are in excitement of my membrane

To lactate them like a baby,

Over their adolescent till late sixties

Don’t name me mother!

Don’t dub me sister!

Woman: am I jailbird of the men?

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REBORN

 

Incredible sympathy put me not in qualm,

Lead me in an another planet,

Save me from the evils of my thoughts.

 

Can you complete to sing that new life’s chant?

I have elapsed the tunes onwards the midnight

Can you avow once for my hemorrhage life?

To make recover the wounded fleshes

Can you give me a pair of wings to fly again?

My wings are in broken yet

Can you feed me some food in my hunger?

To able to stand among the men like a human

Can you proffer me a hope to live?

To grow old together in a single world

Miles to go, how many miles I don't know;

Would it be a destiny of funeral of mine?

Many days to wait, how many days I don't know

For more than last two decades, traveled in a wrong track

Where I have to go for worship a powerful god,

I didn’t have a religion, was I not a man?

Gathering the memories that full of viruses,

Should I erase all, to begin a fresh voyage?

Smokes and wines are not my kinship like my last vacation,

Dark and storms are not my friends anymore,

I’m not waiting to merge in Leukemia like a death man.

Being hated to my graveyard unlike my yesterday,

Unnatural shrunken dreams are not my real world today.

I have found a hopeful life with an immortal soul.

You had awaken me from a deathbed,

Chronic pains are getting vaporized,

When could you smile in my open home?

The dozen of fountain pens with those notion inks,

Unwritten white sheets and an ever shining lamp;

You have sent me in my unknown address,

To write an epic to express the power of love;

When I opened that miraculous gift

My Numb body grows up with a strong heart

The arms are spreading as you’re approaching

I reborn here as a king to hold you until the world end.

No longer parched in rivers of my realm,

Orchids begin come into bud in wither trees,

Monsoon has showered me from polluted judgment,

Soft wind blows away terrifying images

Destiny to a holy home with your blessings

My room has been in empty for years

Like a haunted house of a pre medieval village

I myself surrendered dreaming of alive.

But I’m not I’m in this genial day of life.

Embellish me by your soft and cherish hands

Care me thousand times more.

I have been collecting your tears in a flagon

Tonight I shall drink instead of whiskey

For giving me a new life in an expired body

Salute goes to you, honor goes to you.

You’re the clock of my life…

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A POSSSESSIVE DREAMER

You had adorned my life from those silent days

Created sounds in my empty heart like a divinity,

You make me be a composer

Without I’m knowing anything about the songs,

You cure me from insomnia and psychiatric

After I suffered from long years,

I’m alive now just like a standard human…

Every eve from one road to another road

I walk along with a guardian angel

To hear to the mellow tone and to see the beatific smiles

Just like a disciple and guide of a foreign princess

Way to her destiny and I stop before her royal palace

Sometimes I put my eyes on her shoulder’s mole,

And I could guide her when the traffic got flash

But yet I couldn’t grasp her left palm

Like a teenage lad to my enthusiast lass…

She is not a red rose; she is a lotus too,

She is not a broken star; she is the moon of clear sky…

From the dawn to the dusk and other all seconds

I trance and I imagine very far from my world,

During the mid night and sun burnt day

Hankering to deny my weak feeling of poor awe,

Though not trying to stand like Romeo in Verona!

Again I’m not ready to fight a battle of Helen.

Because still I’m belonging to the untouchables…

I saw her often

Chatting with the royal governor,

Smiling together with the soldiers of the palace,

In a especial supper with the guest relatives from other provinces,

Reading the marriage proposal from the generals,

All that makes me broken my heart like a glass frame…

Once I heard a lullaby from her heart in a full moon night

That let me more critical to overcome my dreams,

This envious rays of heart is simply spreading towards the unseen conclusion

To bring a painful love and to go back to my lunatic life,

I know she would stand higher than the sky near mine someday

Therefore, my thoughts would be worshiped deeper than the ocean…

I am burning in the way of snow falls

When you turn back from my monsoon,

I am calling off by the last breath

When you gifted that angel’s smiles to the strangers,

I am feeling like a prisoner

When you couldn’t consider my depressions…

Let it be gone away all the evenings and mid nights

There is no heartiness to reflect unto the princess’s sovereignty

Stars are yours, even I’m not be the Venus, might be the Pluto

I’m not a gleaming gentleman like other prince.

When you after engaged to unconscious

I can pledge on you I will be your visionary.

This dismal heart couldn’t grumble you

Whole over the six seasons of the year,

Be flow away with my histories into the ocean of devotion

I cannot call you as my love

I’m just a possessive dreamer

Yes I’m just a possessive dreamer.
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"MY SOUL"

Sorry!

I do own you today

Since I saw thy grace

Got ablaze in dim heart

Afraid to count as my soul

Forgive me and please as well

Thou had belonged in my soul

So, I could breathe like a human

With memories of thee…

When the thunder goes off

When the lightning has gone

Under that clear sky

I’ll not be alone longer…

Beholding every moment

Felt me like I got my life back

It’s not an illusion

I have found a fountain of mercy

Wield over me till the stars shine

Let me invoke thy blessing…

Its not a terribly awe

Just a day of Sabbath in my life

My smiles begin from thy lip

Thou tears shed from my eyes

My anguish of grief has gone far away

After thee showered me by cares…

Where the happiness grows

There I’m waiting for a life

Where the heart blooms

There I call off thy name.

God has gifted me a heart

To admire you like my own soul

And to extol the elegances envyingly…

Sorry!

I do own you today…
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IMPRINTS AND SHADOWS

Many stories may be there,

Many imprints may be there,

Shadows must have followed them,

Which I never have known...

This place is Heaven for me.

Here, I and the master is also only the guest,

We are special guest for a few moments...

Only the leaves have left

When the flowers have deflowered,

The leaves of the trees have been falling.

Today, I know Autumn is arriving...

That’s why I have been eagerly awaiting

In the next season’s days

If Spring arrives amongst us...

That imprints which have been collecting,

That shadows which have been picking up,

Is only a story of a Master,

It’s only your story...

Like a very fresh white coconut,

When you smile freely showing your teeth;

I have seen thy black eyebrow,

The mole on the right cheek too...

That small shiny Bindi in between

The eyebrow must certainly saw me-

When thy hair roll into a bun of hair,

And you try to keep aside thy silky hair

I won’t say you are not beautiful…

Oh! I’m sorry, really sorry.

Once I have forthrightly said

“That black nail polish dyed in thy nail

has reduced a skimpy of beauty from thee.”

Heartily laughed, in front of me;

That preferred hue of nail polish painted

Could no longer see it again...

I a pathetic fellow won’t know

These stories filled with mystic

Of thee master, which I deeply passionate about...

You soothe me when I silently cry,

Wiping out my tears with thy words,

I always sleep and stretch

Inside the old Remembrance,

You wake me up to awake

Tell me who you are master

Please tell me...?

You teach me how to laugh,

Make me acclimate to live,

Though I met you at this halt place,

You will be remembered forever

Please tell me...

Who you are master?

Are you my thabal for the night? (Moonlit)

Or else are you the lightning for a few second?

Your delicate movement is like the fingers of graceful dancer

But never heard your anklet and bangle’s sound,

Like the Rajkumari of ancient king (daughter of the king)

So decent who mounted on chariot,

Don’t make me to wait please tell me it’s becoming late...

Who you are master?

If you don’t laugh once in the twilight

This city would be gloomy more

Oh! Laugh, is there any reason behind

Did someone have stolen the smile of the master?

But you make me laugh

Please tell me who you are,

Who you are master?

Why did you help me?

Why do you open the door of benevolence?

That tuneful voice circumspectly call me occasionally,

But I’m the shadow of the shrivel tree,

Master you are the Banyan tree.

Don’t hide any longer, please tell me...

Who you are master?

Are you the sprout on the shrivel tree

Before the life wholly fallen in the autumn?

Before the morning star’s light

In the invocation of the masajid’s azan

In the sound of the church bell,

In the morning bhajan of the temple,

I pray to the God

With heart and soul

With full devotion for you also

But, I do not know,

Don’t make me thirsty I’m craving, please tell me...

Who you are master?

In this mirage’s world

I won’t ask any question though I want to.

Carrying these picked up imprints and shadows

Which I wholeheartedly picked up, accumulated...

One day I shall go back,

Alone, without informing to anyone…

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