Oh yes,It seems so many glorious seasons agoMeandering through life’s spirited decadesIn one slow motion of eternal joyWhen every momentseemed as preciousas its previous,When it seemed as ifYoung ‘Uttam’ met ‘Suchitra’,and some sultry spurious secondsWere wrapped in gilt edged memoriesand bound togetherin one sublime gold etched framesuspended in time,( And then perhaps lost in timelessness…)When
It’s late at nightand in a restless stateI stare outwardly, blankinto the deep dark corridors of timeand i see nothing. But a faint outline of an imageless imagination Wrapped in a void, Floating freely, lost in the vast cosmos all around as if not belonging to it all.. In one measureless measure far beyond
In quiet moonlight I wrote her name upon the golden sand etching in movements deep & slow with hope of eternal stay. But alas, the waves rushed in and washed her away… in a single flash of gushing embrace my golden sand etching. But once again, i wrote with a second hand her name, in
He lay perfectly quiet, prince like godot Still in sublimity In a deep peaceful sleep By the warm comfort Of his wide bedside. Not a muscle moved and his perfect countenance Lay in singular surrender, in a deep yogic trance, In reverent submission, To his final supreme provider Awaiting him with open arms For his
As they sit across the inert wooden table in sheer boredom of their midlife, She stares boldly at his daily newspaper eyes fixed upon some distant thought aimlessly, and his cup of hot tea languishes in similar toil as the spiralling steam of insipid dreams, diminish, in vanishing trails of yesteryears She raises her moist
She sits by the window All quiet by herself At the crack of dawn Listening attentively to the carefree chirping birds And something enormous Tries to fill Her empty soul With a million Smiles of nothingness She then clutches onto the grey round grills By the alley window Securing her firmly From the rush outside
I am but a meek candle light Sleeping invisibly Cradled deep within The shiny brass candle stand Upon the wooden mantelpiece Right in the centre Of the decorative room Almost like a firm fulcrum To the entire universe. I am like A quiet observer Sitting bored through my day And often mischievously alive by night,
She travels once again Like a seasoned time traveler Across deep seas and golden dunes In a fearless search Of some passionate work And a ‘perfect’ love. And here she seeks, Continuously, In carefree abandon Like an adorable princess In a distant kingdom An ever charming source of completeness. And in all the graceful flow
When I am half awake In drowsy sleepiness By my glass pane I see nothing but brown autumn leaves Sing freely A million lullabies In an ever rustling chorus Of crystal happiness, I see you. And the heavenly droplets In dew drops like cherry berries, Hanging from every tree Start dancing A timeless waltz Of
It is so quiet in the inside In the stillness of the mid night hour I hear nothing but myself In the emptiness of time and drowsily I see faintly, A singular streak of Silver moonshine Play silently upon the Somber pleated curtains Aimlessly, incoherently, Around Dark shades of dark darkness. But there is no
