Verse

It is time to return My dear,      And bring back to me Those quiet, moist eyes In whose velvet depths, One late summer evening, I had witnessed the birth of Love. Bring back to me The silken touch of slender fingers, That raised a storm in my soul As they lingeringly caressed My face […]

Come Let us walk Along the wooded path Once more. In the twilight stillness, When the day and night Have suspended their differences, Take my hand And let your palm tell mine You are with me. Our footfalls muffled On dew drenched grass, Our breaths laboured in unison, Our hearts pushing their confines, Let us

Behind my closed But wakeful eyelids, Flit a thousand images; Resplendent in beauty, Inexpressible, In colours divine. No kaleidoscope more varied, More colourful was ever made. Hours like fragrance on the breeze, Swiftly float away. No reality I seek from my memory, No incidence of the past, When sublime peace evades me, I recall those

Come. Come kiss me Until my lips are bruised. Call me And I shall come to you unrestrained, Fear no longer binds my feet. No fear have I, Of losing you. No fear of heartache, I know must come, For have I not learnt My lessons of love from you?   There is no time

Transcend self, I cannot. It is a curse, a vice, a sin, You say. Self is worthless, An entity to be undermined, Subdued, suppressed, Choked to death. Transcend beyond it To the self of God, You say.   Merge and fuse With a million other selves; faceless and disowned by themselves; merge and drown in

Look closely, look again. Look at my eyes; the stars are fading. Look at my lips; the roses are wilting. What they need, you will never know; But tell me, just once….. Life won’t pass me indifferent; Tell me there will be love to share And a place called home, Where loneliness will never knock

You turned away from me; Gurgling streams stood stagnant, Blooming flowers soon wilted, Singing birds, could not but scream, Green boughs turned black and dry, Raindrops dissolved in the sky, Roads ended where they stood, Nights followed nights, All the world stopped around me; And I, bewildered like a child, Stood alone Not knowing why.

I watch you walk from a distance, Foot by graceful foot. I watch the changing patterns of light and shade upon your shoulders, at your feet. I walk the same road, Beneath the same boughs.   The breeze that plays With your hair And wraps around you, I feel it too – the very same

My untouched world Shuns contact, Yet waits breathlessly To be reached.   My spirit so restless, Struggles to be free Of the fetters that hold it, Struggles to belong Unchained, unheld.   My hands that take The weight of toil, My hands that have learnt The skill to untangle, The roped and knotted paths of

Knock not at this door,                  O traveller!   No sound reaches The listless being behind; For this door is barred To your world.   Beyond this threshold No warmth, no comfort                 Awaits you.   There lies a shrine Where a soul stands                      Alone In worship of its Gods. None enters this shrine, But the Gods