Breathless Love…

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Passion cried the Sitar,

Duped them the Morning Star,

Misbehaved their tiny boat, in tosses scaled the river,

No oars, no boatman, no direction to bother,

While the monsoon moaned to its wettest climax,

Tucked and tied inside, they sat glued to each other,

Lashed, spanked and drenched them, the water,

Deaf to thunder bolts echoing the tidal grove,

Unfazed, entangled in arms, they challenged Nature,

Till the clouds cleared with an embarrassed Sun’s signature,

Deserted on the backwaters of Kerala,

Many a breath, then breathless they made Love…

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Image Credit: http://paradise-kerala.com

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Eid Mubarak (Happy Eid) !

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Minarets stood like lighthouses over the sea of taqiyahs*,

Lent out was a gigantic shade for the sons of Allah,

As if, the Sun bowed along with a million bows,

On speakers Holy prayers rolled, kissed the skies,

Trickled down the Masjid stairs, sank into the atmosphere,

Smiles in piles, greetings and hugs followed,

Jingled bangles, atar heavy the air, rang laughter galore,

Kebabs, sweets, jewelry and clothes,

Shops ran along the road like the never ending shore…

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(On Id-ul-Zuha, from the Jama Masjid, New Delhi, India , October 16, 2013)

* taqiyah – is a short, rounded cap worn by Muslims, across the world to emulate Muhammad. It is a must for men to wear them while offering prayers.

 

 

Image Credits:

http://stunningindiatourmoments.wordpress.com

http://ibnlive.in.com

http://blogs.wsj.com

Words of Clay – “Be my King”

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Be my King this life,

I shall uproot that seedling of ego,

Shoo away from within my emotions of strife,

Into my ears, your weakness when they blow,

I shall wag it lame, bark it a hoax,

For in the game of  the wise,

The one in checks, without the dice,

Both, the King and his Pawn are packed back into the same box…

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Artist : Gauri Sakhuja

Words of Clay” is a poetic journey through the creations of Gauri Sakhuja, a young and talented Indian sculptor from her latest solo exhibition at Triveni Kala Sangam, New Delhi, India.

 

For more on the artist, visit : https://www.facebook.com/gauri.sakhuja/about

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The sky screamed Sunless,

Broke loose crashed, gone unbearable,

Seeds of her follies, her tangles under the table,

Her moments with June – moist stress,

In howls, her man summoned menace,

Ravaged the land then, children of Eros,

Danced casanova, those faithless droplets,

Washed away, into the drain gurgled down her character,

Weighed down, impossible another slithery escape,

Cries unattended, septic now this disaster,

She bears his lashes silent, he scorns aloud in pain,

Panting a wet blue to a dim gray disdain,

Trickles to the ground, love’s last button,

She is running out of her sailing cotton,

Panic-stricken, slipping out naked, her disgrace…

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Image Credit : http://www.hindustantimes.com

Monsoon Afresh !!!

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That gush and gurgle in the drain,

From charcoal skies down pours the rain,

Rolls the city on a day lit by lamps,

Streets washed, then a dirty revamp,

As if straight out of a swamp,

An odor of moist grass and fresh filth looms in the air,

Unchanged is that breeze slow, heavy with craving, luring wet,

Thunder growls, moments of hush whispers,

Fierce gales kissing cool, then windless lulls,

Mirth and anger of the drenched atmosphere,

To breathe back, you aren’t here,

It must be a virgin monsoon for you out there,

For mine’s grown more lush and green,

Now more pungent is the odor, banished serene,

Droplets touch, smooch and dry away,

There’s no more a celebration, or that reason,

Will this be the end to monsoon afresh?

Juicy cloud bursts can taste dry no more,

Soon the heavens shall be sending me a new sufferer,

To walk along the dark roads in the drizzle, out of your prism…

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Image Credits :

http://neerzphotography.blogspot.in/

http://www.hindustantimes.com

Reader’s Love 6

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When the God of Death appeared in blood and flesh,

Stood up firm this friend of mine,

His shoulders stretched broad and wide,

His feet firmly to the ground,

He declared, acted fair,

“It’s not my time, as yet,”

The Deity had made it so far,

She couldn’t return empty handed,

Not before a worthy try,

He fought her wrath,

Bid death a goodbye,

Sent Her back to Hell all dry,

With such strength in his holster,

Lives simply and shy,

Mr. Ajay Tao (http://ajaytao2010.wordpress.com) our fellow blogger,

His snippets of optimism,

Glimpses of life from around the world,

Oils us rolling inspired,

Fuels our smile-tanks in this blogosphere…

 

Thank You Ajay (http://ajaytao2010.wordpress.com) for all your support, and for that shower of awards.

  1. The Inner Peace Award

http://ajaytao2010.wordpress.com/2013/06/15/a-bouquet-of-special-awards-3-nominations/

  1. The Inspiring Blogger Award (for the 2nd time)

http://ajaytao2010.wordpress.com/2013/02/20/very-inspiring-blogging-award/

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This tells me I’m eyed,

That at times, you dwell in murky corners of my mind,

That you’ve been a part of my smiles and cries,

This tells me I could draw a few dreams for you,

That I could shun violence true,

Like you, I want the rest to join hands with me,

Tread on the path to selfless serenity,

From the shores of Goa to Greece,

Scatter away bits and shreds of Peace…

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To an inspiring figure, a stimulating enigma,

Ajay Tao (http://ajaytao2010.wordpress.com),

My wise friend from this blogosphere,

Goes out a Heartfelt Thank You!

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Friends and Fellow Bloggers,

Your support, your patience to read me and your valuable time continues to sumptuously contribute towards further motivating me to connect with as many minds as possible, only to try reviving and replenishing the dying importance of human emotions and illustrate the boundless flights of human consciousness from an independent mind.

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Thank You Guys for Flying Along,

Keep Rocking,

God Bless,

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Image Credits :

http://www.examiner.com

http://www.flickr.com/photos/ladigue_99/6990541263/

http://linusgallery.com

http://ajaytao2010.wordpress.com

Indigo Depths

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Into indigo depths of that calm ocean,

Let us sink in for our eternal promotion,

Can you hear that breathless still?

Bubbles in your ears, out of your nostrils?

We’ll paddle into that swaying forest, perpetually moist,

The fate of those scrubs and bushes born drowned,

We’ll kiss them wet, celebrate their fate, pluck some for our crowns,

Ball to mute motions of the prey and the hunter,

Adorn ourselves with forgotten treasures from sunk  plunder,

In tight embrace, we shall greet dolphins and whales,

Will turn down their pleads to come along,

Snort some air from the surface,

We’ll rather, butterfly deeper to the creeks on the bed,

Scare away the snobbish Electric Eel, conquer his hide-out,

Let us then suck each other off our last ounces of breath,

Lips on lips, closing eyes, the end’s switched on,

The mermaid’s harp, you can hear aloud, shall slowly faint,

Our beginning we never could paint,

But, the end is ours; we’ll design it our way,

Our resurrection shall engrave our love immortal,

Our passion shall have the shark stop for an impractical ogle,

Now foams our vision, our senses are in a lather,

We are bunking His test,

We’re skipping His mandate,

Scrubbing off our skin, bar-codes of His conquest,

To dissolve our naked clutch  into the water’s beauty,

Our stripped  souls into its blue patented liberty,

Let us  switch off for the best…

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(May our Souls rest in Peace in Embrace…Amen!)

 

 

 

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Winds of Change

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Howls that black sky,

Waves our moments hot and dry,

Our warmth, our heat is biding a final goodbye,

The winds of change have set in,

Hearts have stoned, it’s no more hurting,

Those clouds have shed their pretence,

Out is their decision to weep off your absence,

You can no more tell my tears from droplets of rain,

Disguised, shielded mechanized, blooms my pain…

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Image from :http://m.outlookindia.com

My White Mare

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Gallops in my White Mare,

Arrogant, she seems to have pledged,

Won’t let me stand and ogle,

Swifter than the clouds, faster than the Hare,

She’ll swim the oceans, run the land,

Preserve me dry, on my skin those crystals of sand,

We’ll wade across the Bay of Bengal into Port Blair,

On to those blue beaches shining to conceal the Human Zoo*,

She seems to have promised herself,

She’ll fetch me love, truck and boat me to your Lair,

Gallops in my White Mare,

Arrogant, she seems to have pledged,

Enough of your absence, now she’ll dare,

She’ll piggyback me to you, make it fair,

Have you “a statue with a wide-eyed stare”,

She’ll piggyback me to the End of this Nightmare,

Gallops in my White Mare…

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*Human Zoo – The Andaman and Nicobar Islands on the Bay Bengal is a popular tourist locale, famous for letting tourists tread into its interiors to catch a glimpse of a multitude of scattered and rare ethnic tribes in their natural habitat.

Lately, the court has banned all commercial and tourism activities within a five-km radius of the Jarawa Tribal Reserve on the Andaman and Nicobar Islands.  For more, visit:

http://www.thehindu.com/news/national/supreme-court-bans-tourists-from-taking-trunk-road-passing-through-jarawa-area-in-andamans/article4329360.ece

 

 

Image from : http://www.glogster.com

Beautiful Pain

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Beautiful Pain restless on that White Bed,

Stripped off her gloss, her Medals, instead,

Hiding her Agony from her only ones,

She drinks Denial, through her veins it runs,

Hard on Love, ‘on a break’ her Fate,

Careless her soul mate,

Enough of words distant and frail,

Soon shall exhaust out that medical smell,

Shall slither down the White Robe,

Happy linens will swarm in from a Colorful Wardrobe,

It’s never Unfair for the Golden Heart,

Her ailment shall Surrender,

She’ll breathe the rain,

Dance and Drench, once again,

She has to hear that first crackling of thunder,

On her toes, she’ll have her share of Fresh Starts…

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(Dedicated to a friend and packed with all the wishes for her health and her life ahead.)

 

 

Image from : http://www.thesun.co.uk