Crayons of our dreams
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Crayons of our dreams
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Thursday, 14 July 2011
I smelt DEATH at nostrils
When attempted to swim
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
Sang in the choir of Sea waves
Sighed in Spring’s labours
Exhilarated, when it dawns
As it symbolizes
Love in all its colours……..
Saturday, 25 September 2010
(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”
Wednesday, 1 October 2008
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.
Tuesday, 2 September 2008
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?
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.