Strangers fable

Twilight kiss the balmy ground

Dusky dye has embraced the soil

Nehru Place filled with tiny swarm

All and sundry with full of activity

My glance explores the show

All I hear around are the voices of trader

But a twirl in upshot arise

My eyes drop on a dazzling sight

Like a cherub pinching my ogle

She stood there gawking around

Her gripping eyes have detained my view

Tall, elegant and sole  

Like an angel blooming with glee

She makes tracks and I stand still in tight spot

As I realize, my feet scamper to her,

But the horde wouldn’t let me

And she ebbs to nowhere

The tale of the exquisite stranger remains a fable,

Only with a hope I live 

She’ll be back again.

 

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THE LAST CUP

The drop of water struggle’s to fall,

Eye’s probes the brown roof

My body shudders flowing with melancholy  

Memoirs revisit my head

It’s been long, since the sip of first cup

It rings the bell

A year back, the first cup with hefty sugar

The tang with no glow.

Now, it’s my last day

He hands me over the last cup,

His face turned pale,

His dark skin be my log

I take the sip of my last cup,

Chime’s my bell again,

The taste so known

The last cup with hefty sugar,

But taste so unlike

I adore the savor

It be so wistful

He beams at me

My heart fills with bliss

It’s the last day I glimpse him

I shower the beam of forlorn

Finish my cup

And stride away

Leaving a mark of farewell

cup with tea

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Girl of steel

And finally I met,

Yearning for so long,

She’s a scarlet that rose,

Blooming in full glory, with pen in her hand

Standing for the female clout

By the heart so refined

She got the seraphs eyes

Her smile glitters, and showers the adore

Only wish for her,

She touches the sky

Death of Holika.

The merry of colours

Scattering the bits of love and joy

The day of obliteration, to the evil Holika

Deity ascend to tear down evil

Even the boon couldn’t impede the demise

Fire was her gift, but became a curse.

A shield for the bona fide, the true devotee Prahalda

His heart untainted with devotion

Lord Hari; his spirit

Always secluded him

His aunt designed a mode to slay

Her blaze immune means bestow her scheme

Tried to execute him on flames

She embraced him,

 To the top, piles of fire wood

The flames glowed with rage

Although destroyed her in swap  

Altering her boon.

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The tune of bliss

The rhythm of serene

Flow with the melody of harmony

Bamboo flute calms my feeling

The soft melody gets me to the lay

The world of serenity

I strive to go astray

Deeper and deeper  

My mind lies in the plume of paradise

Is this the seventh heaven?

Birds cheeping and I hear the tune

My heart with overflowing bliss

Rage fades away as I tap to the gush

This is the dreamland I long to exist in,

Pain wane to nowhere,

Misery is a fable

Wounds mend with every delight

This never ending tranquility

I yearn to live here for eternity. 

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MAHADEV

His neck draped, snake like a garland

Vast thick hair, asylum to the divine river

That purifies every soul

Jutting the moon on his head

Akin to a jewel

His body daubed with ashes

Swathe the tiger coat

Flame that burns everything

Veiled inside his frons

Blaze so irate

Even the god of love couldn’t endure

His blue neck, grip to poison

The mighty Neelkanth

He is the slayer of all sin

Bar, he bears a heart of gold

Exonerate by far

The Bholenath

He dwell’s at the mount Kailash

Mulled over with no obsession

He is divine, he is supreme

Trishul in his hand

that shatter all evil

The universe bow down to him.  

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AUTUMN

Here comes the time

The epoch of the year

Dawn to revivify

Streets roofed amid foliage

The very season

Before the bloom begins

Everything appear so chaste

Agony obscured, peter out to nowhere

Here comes the time

To put a new-fangled spirit

Within dry ferry

This is the autumn

the end to start