SOME MORE PEN-POURINGS ###star-gazings………..SOUL-MUSINGS………………..

1. Good Morning! Hope rain has divorced the sky….. and the ever so Solar sun has remarried his       perpetual bride…….the ever shy sky.

2. That is the failure of the success you have achieved for you. Now, young man, you have to fail once more to turn the tables on that kinda Success.

3.*People say, they love rain but when it rains, they use umbrella. People say, they love wind but when it’s  windy, they close the windows. That’s why I get scared when people say,”They like me, they love me.”

 4.I know how to walk the miles alone for where you have sent me to be in communion with my spirituality dormant, all kms. would come thronging, longing and asking, ”why have I and for whom I am going  through………. this sage hood?”

5. Animal instinct makes a penman pen  thoughts erotic in search of his pen woman…… He becomes mad with thoughts “esoteric”. Knowing full well the “ephemeral” nature,  He indulges in declivity. He desires to engulf her in his intellectual fire. Knowing all she denies him her jocund eternity.

6. Why to be so morose at all? Cee dis- “He has the mind. He mined me. I was in deep slumber, touched he, the soul of me. Lo! and Behold! I could see the ember dormant in me.”

7. Roads do diverge in woods. Those who move alone create paths new only few can understand. Others stand befuddled.

8. When my eyes move your lips to motion, I know I have given you A NEW NOTION.

9. Passion comes to those pens whose owners possess passionate kens.

10. When others work, I seem to look at. But in “His” cerebral confines my brain bleeds rain…I feign innocense… others witness, loose all sense… faint. I again help them get to understand…comprehend my works’ minds’ ESSENCE.

11. The essence of all Celebration is ceaseless Rejuvenation.

12. Imagination is the king of all knowledge. Knowledge is just the servant. (keep the King happy and servant will always prosper.)

13.Divorce the sleep sooner lest the work will never Marry you.

14. Peace of mind is peace in mind. Art of life is life in art.

15. Who can’t accept difference is/are very different and so ONE must be indifferent from him/her/them.

16. Don’t just kill time. It is just not just.

17. Comparison is the most common cauldron.

18. Fake is fake, up to you to take. Just is just, unjust remains unjust.

19. When you think you have achieved something best……the most pertinent question, then is: “What next?”

20. Intention is the highest Teacher. If you intend strongly, all obstacles would bend weakly.

21. Whatever is done out of fear is never dear.

22. When you have words galore, thoughts reach soul-shore. Mind migrates, idea gravitates. All but residual reverberations reappear for a memorable rendezvous.                                                                             

1. Imagination can’t be disciplined. She is free, wild and may be a little whacky & weird. Those who try to discipline the imagination, they are bound to loose the battle.              

2. Matter of the heart is subject to love n hate…..pain n pleasure…..soulular height n lonely hurt.

COSMOPOLITAN KARPET

 Distant darkness of the sky                                                           

and some twinkling delights

spread on the airy

 cosmopolitan carpet

 noiseless night still

pregnant nocturnal desires

hide the inherent fires

because of diurnal desertifications

even then who knows and when

the inner coagulation

returns to surface

 immoral liquification

breathless whispers

careless transfers of

moony emotions

sunny bright visage

on her frame lafarge

still heavy with cloudy

desires.Prayers with

hands folded

soul’s longings

unendingly moulded…….

Standing mute and nude

Still showing Victorian attitude

Such amplitude……..

despite being naked

the creative juices in me

keep me alive

otherwise the poet  in

 me would have

been long dead………

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IMAGINATIVE INFANCY

My infantile imagination

Residing in me

In/With munificent silence

Most of the instances

And interstices………..

I effortize and discipline

That streak not to tumble out

For effect I even don’t mind

Fumbling and shout………

It’s your inclusion

In the firmament

Which sometimes

Bring to the fore

The modalities of

 Mundane chore.

My pre-soaked soul

Gets the hearty delight

To meet the

Pleasureful predicament…….

Oh! How and with what

Celebratory smoothness

I relish the moment

Which you have meant

For my soul’s exclusivity

With hope in Almighty’s

Classroom you got the

Grooming to travel

To eternity taking me

In tow as a co-traveller.

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TREE’S PLEA

Envy is green, as they say

Jealousy may be red,

For those who has the sway….

Would I –the mute tree be

Allowed to voice

My Say-------

“Please men of might & women right,

Save me from human avarice.”

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       DELUGE

It’s raining-the sky is crying

Her soul breaks into deluge.

I moving on the pathway to

The heaven on earth

Feel so empty…… the

Dearth of a soul so nearby?

Who shy away despite being

within my sway.

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       A CERTITUDE

What happened?

Such calm! Such uncanny

Silence!.....

Death is the only certitude

Which will have to show you

Tall attitude--- come what may.

I wish to “Sale-E-brate” my

Death. Nothing is needed,

Just a wreath…..Hope that I do get?

****I own the pristinity

Of pages as if cages

Were not enough

To stand the tumble

And rough of this

Strife torn life

Oh! Mundaneness

And your brutality

You keep sharpening

All mortality.

I promise, I will

Go onnnnn and onnn

For I am celestial eternity……..

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SONG OF THE RAIN

I am the droplet of emotion that

Brings life to motion…..I am that

Heavenly lotion—with which soil

Called dry earth gets mirth………

A meaning new is married

To the concept of birth… I am

That celestial potion…with

which the sky shows her

love and the dearth on the

earth is erased…….

I am the accumulation

which hangs as cloud…

the endless shroud

and drops as deluge.

Life in thirst waits

for the outburst

and never refuse

to trust that life

is reverberating only

due to my arrival.

I am that heavenly

 fall which arrive at

nature’s beck and call.

I am sometimes full of

endless verbalization

and at others laconic.

Those who love me

can’t live without me

my presence………

without any pretence

they make me iconic.                                                                                       PENMAN

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 SMELL OF YOUR BREATH

The smell of your breath

Surrounds me……

I feel you in the dawn

That breaks each morn.

As the day progresses

your enchanting arrival

refreshes the air………

your tresses fill my solitude

I feel the caresses your

looks possess when you

throw such glances

as are bathed in

subdued desire- longing

emanated thru’ the

confines of your ken…

Are you in the know

that my ever flowing pen

even ceases to obey me

in quantifying my thoughts

when “it” doesn’t notice

your enticing invitation.

I know whatever I vow

you can’t have rendezvous

with my soul …..that is

what I’m forced upon to know,

my pen doesn’t want to know.

For it is fond of the pains

That throng due to the

Longings it and its flow long

to reflect upon…….all the

evaporation, dried up emanation.

Fragmentation fossilized……

Emotions once verbalized

Now standing mute……

Heart palpitating…….

Breathing ire-filled fume

“bodies” once in reverberation

now refute to be the part

of any rejuvenation…….

Jocular juxtaposition juts

out like callous concretion.

Still, in the confines all

Chemistry to the contrary

I feel enchanted with the

Smell of your breath

For I know in my life

You are my floral bouquet

And only you would be my

“garland” in my deification

and “wreath” on my death.

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     CRIMSON PEN

In crimson I pen

With a rarity

Such declivity

Eerie eccentricity

Attempt I to tempt

My kens in unison

In line with your

Ripe, succulent, delectable

Moony caprice induced melon.

You know that Twinkle

has of late lent my soul

a sharp shiny tentacle

holding which I wend

a particular western motion.

She whose inducement

I borrow each moment

To pool inner sacrament

In my desire to meet the

Indigo- ire for the soul-

Proposal to my palpitation

Propelled predicament…….

Can I still pen in crimson?

Waiting for the morning-might,

The sun; in moon-light,

Sharing lunar delight???

I still don’t know

Nor do I wanna show

That eternal, internal glow

Which I ceaselessly possess

Within my sight………..

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ALONENESS----------CEASELESSNESS

Aloneness was never

 so alone………

may be I never was

such a lone.

A loner still am I

Used to I am taking

Interstices on loan…

Even in momentary

happiness I groan

despite the paths primrose

your smiles have shown.

You, I would like to ask

why subject me to the

subjugation of this so

very tough task???

Don’t you comprehend?

that my life would end

going through this rough

melancholy bend in

the tumultuous……

signals you send.

You, a vision of

Such celestial dimension

that it is bound to be a

megalomaniac’s mission

ME- ceaselessly journeying…………                                                                                           PENMAN

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CALM VISAGE

I can suck poetry from the

Eyes  of the beholder…….

I can kiss poetry from oozing

Of the juices of your lips…….

I can breathe poetry from the

Reverberations of your heart….

I can feed my soul’s unfulfilled

 Longings keeping you as my

Goal’s path-posts…..

Your calm visage springs

Passions so large that

All my mute pleadings

To my unending urge

Fails my emotions’ wells…

Tumultuous upsurge takes

Sea-swell proportions and

swallows me - my existentialism.

I try endlessly to touch the

 shore, but the pull, the tug

is so strong that I find no

string to belong…life moves onnnnn…

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HOPE AND GAIN

My hope is you

my gain is you

and so my

pains are few.

My loss is when

You don’t cross

my thought path.

Hopeless I become

when  your thoughts

cease to come.

My longing is you

my dream is dew/due

which I know

you always knew.

My desire is you

which possesses all

fire for I know

in which you burn

and I sire my

celestial empire.

My hope is alive

for I know in my

soul the only goal

that you and I live

in perpetual peace

devoid of caprice

and any avarice.

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MY MADNESS-----YOUR CRAZE

Penning is my madness

which was your craze

you were in a state

of daze- dumbstruck

described always

that what luck it is

to have one with such

words page after page.

                                                                                                                       

And now how

have you changed

all your dream moon

sparkling, sizzling star

have I know not

going thru’ what war

have left your altar so

far that all my fat

cushioned dreams

about impregnating

reams of paper

in pain when

I pine lamenting

In your absence

Or sheer pleasure

In your company

I know such

poetic epiphany

which can cut

even most bizarre

cacophony…….

have all fallen flat

I still have not lost

as I deem fit

to know that I

would always repeat

at any celestial cost

for you know so well

penning is that madness

in which I thrive and

my soul’s choicest

longings dwell.

If possible ken my

ever perpetuating pain

and praise to raise

or you may throw

the art to trashbin.

I would even then

steal/still win for

know I you never

would subjugate me,

my thoughts for

You to fail………

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SMILE ENCHANTING

On your talk use the chalk

Pen something which has the zing

Must have reason and rhyming

Which all revelers full of joy

Would be able to sing.

Come, then, with your smile enchanting

Bring some philosophies fascinating.

Hope you always knew

That I keep pouring words few

For your raiment new

Which you adore to don

Doffing all covers old

to smell and hue anew.

Don’t you possess that

Evangelical sense

The rumination of my

Thoughts’ essence

For witnessing all

Lord of the heaven

Kept me waiting…

Never  I in those

Moments palpitating

Ceased perpetuating

All that which has

You sensual incense.

Do please come

Whenever you feel

You have interstices some

And just be with me

Partake in my silences

Allow yourself to palpitate

With my breathings’ reverberations

When your soul witnesses

And your kens see.

Know I, in all conformity

For in essence I ceaselessly

 Sense your love’s eternity.

I love thee-do come to me

To live with me

Just to congratulate

Your thoughts’ perpetuity.

When times’ flow

would tell you

those tales of our

conjugation, won’t you

squeal in heart-felt glee

and designer delight

not to fight with your

false might all such

unwanted precipitation.

Hope, why just hope?

May I be insured only your

enchanting smile ensured.^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

MY ROSE…..I COMPOSE

In my pause I propose

To you, my rose…

For when sun is up

and you arose…

all my prose

ge/ot neorythmic

direction…..

In that state

of third dimension

I compose in

Ceaseless continuity.

My ethreal poetry…

You, my dear rose

always pull my

sense of alienation

to bring me close

to your poetic palpitation.

I who was so morose

even a span earlier

have become a symbol of

calm, peace and endless cheer.

Smell of the air

breathed by the letters

I compose to propose…

My emotions………..

to you…….my rose

which I sure know arose

in such states of my

mute contemplation…

in essence it may seem

to your magnificence

some didactic deliberation.

What to undo……….

When overflowing thoughts

Make me  do the deed…..

What knoweth solely my soul.

That when in nonchalant need

You knead me; my thoughts

Invade your heart’s periphery.

I sit in contemplative platitude

leaving – divorcing…….

All uncertainties……

For you know, rose your

Self – emanating enchanting

smell is enough to tease.

Critical concretion of all

Visions that I envision

on the thorn strewn path

to be in unison with the

idea of merger in you…

your crimson red hue

engulfs all that I

essentially call soul-potion.

Have I hath all that

fall flat and call

it ecstatic éclat.

Endemic voyeuristic

departure from the norm

a little inter=mingling

interspersing- spacing

of enigmatic trajectory

of laconic lassitude,

missionary motion to

embalm the endlessly

calm flow of rose petal strewn

all over the silent glow

of the penner for his

sole kenner.

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