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.
Happy reading