Blessed I

I walked a hundred miles 
to see you walk by
your every step graced my eyes

I traveled a thousand worlds
to see your smile
that smile was worth the effort

As miles became mere steps
As worlds just memory 
Your eyes met mine, blessed I

If you were...

If you were to see the world
as it is now
what would it be like
to you
old man
you who have seen much
and lost more
more than one could
in a life time

If you were to hear the ocean
and listen to its waves
could you discern
its sadness
depth within depth
to the very floor
where not even a ray 
have ever penetrated

If you were to feel the Himalayas
not with eyes indifferent
but with each breath breathless
when your feet graces
the ancient pathways
till toiling to the zenith (finally!)
higher up above the clouds
that vista once,
gods jealously guarded

Will it mean
a closure; the final end
or will it lead to much more
as mortality embraces
that which can never be killed
the priceless gift to mankind
such eternally so blessed
but sadly forgotten
as you are
old man

as you are

What a man adores

A smile
blooming as a flower does
in the spring
with invigorating glow
that glow of happiness
warm, cozy
its that feeling
that feeling
no nightmare can take away
no sickle of death can cut, (though how sharp it might be)

It's that smile
that smile
you can't live without
for rest of your life
memorable in its simplicity
the charisma of intensity
it's vivid curvature
that majestic giddiness
that phenomenon
worth living for
once, to see again
before I die
I dare

That sweet melody
does away any malady
even, a whisper is exquisite
ever, for it imparts life
in each breath
with pulsating weight
in lonely heart mine
with vigor that vitality
ah I would love to hear
listen till the last chapter of eternity
till time is powerless
to move on
as will I be

For beauty is ephemeral
when it is adored
from the bottom of tiny heart
freely captured from those dark
dark windows to the soul
imprinted as lifetime memories
free! free of false, that false longing
of youths, of old bones
for union, for reliving life no more
no more
again
.
ART
that majestic sublime art,
Ah, it is immortal, timeless
that is what a man adores most
in forms as many as it may be
as is the joy, that they comes cascading forth
as is the sadness, they stimulates to leap above
ah, mortality, short, that sweet dying epiphany
that, what man adores always most, the ecstasy
despite breathing temptation,
(within without)
adore, the beauty immortality
more, the moment of fragility
far from distance, it is more
adore, the songs of dreamer
lullaby every turn of rise and fall
adore, everything...life
and death
in peaceful death
worry no more...

for you are adored...most

Rain

The silence

Broken

as the fall

Drops each

Poignant 

Heavy moments

With moment

 Splash

Ah, the empty seats

The dark night

The specks of light 

far far, away so far

And only is there such silence

Living, breathing

Near, me

Cold and warm

Warm and cold

Around and within

Slips In to get away

ah, There...in-between

There, is still that silence

Unbroken, profound

Yet so light

Yet so intimate

That silence,
solemn
That silence
pierced
by the fall
in rhythm
of rain
in each
fall

The song of pheonix

Every grace is eternal
the bloom, the fall
the opening of petals each
each, mesmerizing, en-lighting
meets the eye

Time, passes on
but memory do remains
and the song with its beat
carries you away
far, to another place, another world

Precious, those moments
in the midst of ordinary
its alike fishing you see
等 等 with patience
there i see it, yes perfect

Every aspect in its entirety
the voice the sway that grace
all of them so, perfectly ensembles
that first bloom of spring
that end in fall, heart wrenching

All those seen, felt deeply real
despite knowledge of impermanence
 grasping desperate, still flies away
beyond which eyes can't meet,
a deep impression stays, beautiful... that song of phoenix

All is dreams, all is real

How can I

How can I see, truly
the beauty in your heart
with eyes mine clouded with prejudice
where love mine is subjective

How can I judge you
how dare I !
with mind mine lost in material greed
that jealousy baring its fangs sharp

How can tis be
tis strangling feeling
that plunges my soul deep
down to the deepest hell sublime

How can I
say I do
to you my bride
the fairy in white
in the altar
as the sacred vow
is to be promised
How can I
when,
when this heart mine
is conflicted is so fearful
of losing
of failing thee,
thou, thou
whom i sayeth, always
thou art beautiful
truly so...

I remember, and so I am..

In those dark woods'

When fear grips vice-like,

tiny beating heart mine

And..

In that open sunny countryside

when pulsating warmth envelops me entire
...

I know, without a doubt, I do, I will fail

...

I will, once and again. but to myself ?

would I ? never!

 for my pride has been humbled...

for I have found why...why i am alive

engulfed within the fear inspired dark

enveloped in that warmth of the light

...'

A man of many vices

repentant, so in my habits

yet hopefully, holding on

selfishly living my life,

without regret on my own



...
Treasuring,,,

Those memories

engraved in the depth of my mind

resonating, thus unerringly vivid

Inspiring to move ahead

never slow or with haste

Doing what I need to do

live fully every moment full

For death had marked me once

But life had given me a chance

I remember, and so I am..

We will be the light....

One day,
The world will remember...
what we have lost,
to gain what we have

For  memories, long forgotten
haunt us, in our waking dreams...
troubled; we search for, those treasures gone
 though how hard, for how long we search

Love, and things that makes us feel real,
those,
those which touches us, our inner self, so deep
until spirit glows, until sadness fades away
ah! deja vu, away, away, joy true once bloomed, will bloom again..

One day, still, one day! a day which is to come
we hope, we can fulfill those forgotten promises
finally, so our spirit will rise, to distant skies of freedom
no more lonely, for light we will be, travelling infinite space.

who..what...

Lost I, in the crowd of infinity
these steps trembling, unsure
these senses dazzled,unbalanced
I..., so I, fall..
and with none to catch me
no surface to stand
I, spiral in that space infinite
i lose memories
i lose self
i am "i"
nomore
i am...
nobody
no
 ...then...
who am I
what am i
a manifestation of physical reality?
the summation of memories wired haphazardly?
lost,
from nothing
unto nothing
I question
spirals and spirals
with meaningless gestures

going through transformation
learning and unlearning lessons
from life to nothing
and from nothing to life
searching...still searching
being not what i once used to be
....
Searching...still searching
Questing...still questing
who am I
what am I
...
tell me
whisper
just to me
...once

who am I

what am I
...