Crayons of our dreams

Let me draw the outlines

Of the sky, the moon and  the stars,

Curves of the mountains

And my small hut where I love to rest

Ah! Life is precious

Why should I go colorless?

Let me scatter before you

The crayons of my dreams

Color me, it’s your choice

Come in, my beloved muse…--

                                Gopakumar Radhakrishnan

Let me confess my treasured Muse!

Rainbow taught me love

The snow has all the white radiance

symbolizing peace…

Rain displays its love for abundance

The flora and fauna offers me feast of colours

Not to ignore my dear peacocks

Oh! what a spectacle of hues!

Life is a kaleidoscope of colours

Let me dine on the divine gifts

                      ---vasudev

Imprints of a future Prophet

‘Excuse Me!

all moral gaffes

Beyond our control--Creator’

***

Times need a prophet

a prophet who  distinguishes tears from rain

prophets return

when there is a dead moment!

and

the wait is over…

a prophet was born, yet to preach!

* * *

1.

And thus he spoke--

‘am a guest on a cracked Noah’s arc

a being with an half-glow torch’ 

2.

a group of children

chase each other in their game

they never heard of the prophet

for them game is all religion

3.

the scream began—

‘Let angels descend on blue sands,

write stories of humanity,

no questioning of the sacred truths

no following of commandments’

pure truth….

pure trust!!!

‘let not time weep anymore

no histories cry over the past’

 

4.

Oh! how it bleeds, the faithful heart

to avenge the dejected  stories of labourers, sailors and farmers

Night shrouds itself made from these black stories

‘let silence be given million voices

     and  voices be given freedom’

‘Let time be dead and reborn

for an ageless Epoch’

‘men follow their inward eye

and women their conscience

for a new world’

5.

‘let not the price of tears be cheap

and let women watch the world out of a veil’

‘the days be reserved to discuss philosophy

and nights to ponder over sin and rewards’

‘when our self-portrait becomes colourless

Let us walk

with our footprints on waters of Time’

prophets’ words are softer than water…..

‘Amen’

‘Om Shanthi Om Shanthi’

                                                -----vasudev (31.05.13)

Me and my Sea

Know not where it was born

It slips a silence into me quietly….

It carries, in its shrine, many

instruments of music, orchestrating all of them

she begins as an outburst of thousand drums

but collapses on the shore as self-tuning Sitar

I listen to the quiet Sea and its musings

They match with mine!

always wonder why no two waves are same

I get no answer except for their ebbing

Hinting that no two tribulations are same!                

I endeavor to run behind her trailing frills

Attempt to untangle the mystery

But return with a blue smile

Am I all alone by myself?

Suddenly I see a small wave around my feet

As if to console me!

She has been a partner in my soliloquy

Mixing black and white emotions wisely

I bear the music in my heart of hearts

She hugs me with all of her snowy smile

She is always in me

My sea….my dear Sea!

( Vizag beach has always been a spring of nostalgia – very many memoirs, haunting reminiscences; the songs from the waves drench me while the droplets soak me in affection)

Colours of Love

I smelt DEATH at nostrils

When attempted to swim

Life’s challenges…..

But Love saved me!

The Love of Nature….

Borrowed butterfly’s wings

Flew on Autumn’s colours.

Inflated at heart

When experienced Love.

Mused in amusing Winter.

Donned in Rainbow’s arrays

Smoked mountain’s dew

Vented anguish over

Love’s sacrifice.

Sang in the choir of Sea waves

Sighed in Spring’s labours

Exhilarated, when it dawns

in Summer

As it symbolizes

Love in all its colours……..

Wah! Taj

Wah! Taj
(Lines written upon revisiting this monument with my beloved)
Here WE stand gawping at the Taj Mahal
The most valued gift to a beloved!
Awe of LOVE cast its spell on us
As WE stand in total admiration!
The four minarets verbalize the serenity
Enveloping the corpses of perpetuity
I gathered handful of Moon’s vivacity
And poured over ourselves….
Ablution of the soul....!!
It beat the joie de vivre of the Taj
But my beloved murmured
“What about my LOVE?”
“Hshshsh!! Taj is listening, Mumtaz envying”
But my beloved insisted
She wishes to surpass Mumtaz
The half-white radiance of the Taj
Murmured eternity into my ears
I smiled at my soul-mate
She realized herself…..
“Yes, Mumtaz’s love is ceaseless
I’m yet to devour LOVE”
We bade farewell to mighty embodiment
I heard Taj snickering behind us
As the doves and pigeons leaving it.
I told myself “Wah! Taj”

STRANGER
It sounds a soft knell to my blessed ears
If we are born STRANGERS on this blighted planet
What is of Relationships, then?
Is it but a myth? As it consoles us
STRANGER, what a mystical word!
The word that mocks at our entanglements
The word that challenges cockles of CONSCIENCE
STRANGER, what a pregnant word!
It has too many expressions in itself!
STRANGER, we are all strangers in this world
To one another, to each other among all of us
Alas! We know not the texture of our umbilical chord
Before knotting hands with all the STRANGERS
Am I stranger to mySELF?
Mother Nature alone disproves it
For, she has no strangers in her lap.

My Haikus
Squeeze a bee-hive; it cries in agony
-----------------------but oozes honey
Wring your beloved's heart; it snivels like a dove
-------------------------------------- but deluges love
But why are pleasure and pain sheathed together?

Lonely thoughts
hai all, this is Vasudev(adari srinivas, owner of this blog) from Brunei Darussalam. Im working as Lecturer in English and here in this blog I'd like to share my thoughts with like-minded as well as well wishers those who spare a minute to read and brood on lovely and noble things in nature. You will find some of my scribblings soon either in short(!) poems or serious short stories. I welcome sincere comments from all of you out there who are interested in the world of letters. I'd like to use this blog also to share our views and comments on emerging talent and budding writers in the market.
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