Famishing a slumbering sea,

Fagged feet, flavors a novel sand.

Palpating my soul’s shade,

Between body and nobody;

Nursing a vestal space,

‘tween void and fullness;

Fall I, like a raindrop, forth the branch;

Savoring my freedom of abeyance-

Blearing, shorings of sky and earth.

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Elating Breaths of Someone.


Far-off on the shimmering waters of ocean,
A jaded day kips down to sip its pacific potion.
Evening bride’s satiny veil, sedately lowers;
Behind the unknown skyline, she mistily hovers.
Overwhelms the dusky beaut, farming crimson;
Curling me by an aureate thread of emotion.
On this sempiternal road of unfading memory,
My grief and glee embark on a vagrant spree.
An unsounded ail from the locus of  my whole,
Raises a thundery racket in the recondite soul.
The frosty tears, unthaw through my folded eyes;
As elating breaths of someone, abide my sighs.
Bewraying my sight, his presence adjoins me warm;
And my spirit’s queasiness, greets its ethereal calm.

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Beneath the Canopy of Hope.


Churning clouds of stalking yesterday,
Wells over my staunch skies of today.
Lavishing caustic peltings of undated pain;
Stinging my groovy glean of repose, in vain.

Flitting flaps of self-will, curbed I stand;
Fending for my well-earned peaceable land.
Holding up the salvaging canopy of hope;
Feel I safe, summoning courage to cope.

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Winging Diamonds!


Elegant raindrops ensconce slow
On the chiseled leaves, they lightly row
Alike the exquisitely cut, fly-speck, lambent diamonds
Inventing an ineluctable spell in beaming hundreds
When the day’s ritual threshold is sedately shut
To slumber, all jaded flowers are tardily put
The silverish treasures glisten their best
Against the black nights’ velvety vest
As duskiness, fares to the close
Ended are the glowing shows
Rejoining the Eternity
Obviating Spree
They merely

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The Ethereal Silence of a Fallen Flower…


Nature’s in-frangible awesomeness, the balmiest splendor;

Gestates the everlastingly hexing beauty of wonder.

Oriented scant, are its sweet-scented moments on earth;

But the supernal beauty’s saga of esteem, has no dearth.


Keels it mildly to the coolheaded breeze, mirthfully perched;

Caressed euphorically with love and exquisitely attended.

Ornaments itself in the most burnished of the flushed red;

To the mesmeric redolence, this beaut is celestially wed.


Aborigine of grace, speaks the fine language of peace;

Love is its culture, modesty is its attire, carried in ease.

Echoes the raspy wind’s bell and tiny spirit is glad to kneel;

Descending graciously and thinly to ratify the death’s deal.


Its cushy petals autumn, fly and dry by the sun-baked heat;

But the memorable dawdling essence, reincarnate and repeat.

Profoundly fathoming is this suave and orphic flavored power;

Drawing me gently to the ethereal silence of the fallen flower.

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Where thoughts die and feelings live….


“Fumbling in the blackest spaces of the intimate emptiness, worries at bay and hopes to stay, she swayed to the melodic rhythm of her soul. Winnowing out pride and embracing love in her stride; croaking beyond the game of shame and blame, she swam the banks of her emotional river. Trampling through and through the murkiest layers of grief and strife she acknowledged her soul dearest. She drenched, drowned and lost herself into the unfathomable profundities of her eternal self. Feeling and freeing limitless, she remained with an innocent fed heart. She rehearsed the “weep of retreat” at the ultimate hark back to her soul. She buried the prosaic rituals of mere living and was adrift on the clear waters of everlasting existence – a pristine pearl in the shell exuding her innate essence. Raising calm in her own presence, she reassembled her fragmentary self. In these unparalled moments of divine silence, she sank in her true self….where thoughts died and feelings lived.”

The mystic fragrance left on my sandals.


The subdued sunshine over the mountains, the chirping of birds, the pitter-patter of raindrops, many hues of splendid flowers, the rustling of leaves, the fickleness of winds, the magical flux of a stream wholly riddled all my senses. My senses benumbed to saturation with the divine nature. There was no other me other than the one in oneness with the nature. I rested my body against the lush green carpet. The cool headed grass blades swaying over my forehead stilled me to peaceful thoughts. I swam in the contemplation of my thoughts and desires. I hit my little mind asking, “When we have access to such beautiful nature in abundance, why don’t we utilize this never-ending resource of life and wisdom?” The mightiness of my vivid thoughts seemed inferior in of the power of sleep goddess. At last, my thought power bowed in front of the sleep power, which none ever walked on this earth succeeded to resist and win over. My drooping eyes battling to stay wide and awake ended up tasting darkness.  A beautiful dream or a subtle reality dawned over me completely. There I realized myself lulled in the lap of a never seen yet a much known damsel draped in awesomeness of untainted love.  Her sparkling eyes flooding with love arrested me in all my amazement. I uttered, ‘Who are you and what do you do? Where do you put up?’ She replied in her mesmerizing voice saying, ‘I am mother Nature. I care, nourish, comfort and teach the essence of God planned life of happiness and contentment to all my little children. I am everywhere and accessible to all.’

I poured my curiosity over forgiveness. In all my innocence and with infinite faith in getting an answer, I voiced. ‘What is Forgiveness?’ The damsel smiled at me with pursed lips and said, ‘You have to earn your answer through your own experience but to keep your flame of faith stable, I say that you will get your answer very soon.’

A raindrop over my cheek mustered up to shook me off. My eyes that were gazing at the infiniteness of the clear sky, obligated to view the gray sky infused with fully blown clouds. The last thing that echoed in my ears was, “You will get your answer very soon”. I was just wondering how that would be possible ever. It was just a dream. One part of me was completely nullifying my hope about getting an answer and the other part was fueling my faith. Clueless of how to strike a balance between these two conflicting ideas, I tried to be diplomat. I settled to go on with my instincts that were directing me to something good to happen.  Suddenly, I earned that the nature was painting itself in pitch black. Shutting off my reasoning mind, I immediately took to my heels. On my journey back home, I did not really notice what was brutally been crushed underneath my feet. I was just carrying the sorry feeling for the unknown souls. I reached my home gasping for breath. To my surprise, there was no one at home. To stamp out the lonesomeness inside and outside of me, I just willy-nilly picked up a book from my Grandpa’s library. I read few quotes from the book. The queasiness left behind by my irrational dream did not allow for concentration. I felt like closing the book but was not able to, as something was hinting me to certain thing inside the book. A complete bizarre experience took hold of me. A feeling that be forced neither to dance to the tune of ink nor be confined to few strokes on keyboard nor be rendered a voice.

I carefully furnished my view all over the inside of that book. My eyes refused to move further at one point, where they wedded to quote that said, FORGIVENESS IS THE FRAGRANCE THAT THE VIOLET SHEDS ON THE HEEL THAT HAS CRUSHED IT. The air grew tacit with me and I sensed something nameless in the room. I hotfooted to the living room, where my sandals reposed unconsciously as if they smelt out something uncanny and swooned…………..one at the shoe stand and other at the dining table. I guess, the one at the table tried to break away but gave up ending at the feet of a dining chair. I observed that the blood of those crushed down painted my white pair of sandals with purple hues. I was puzzling over many and so I tried to calm down my anxiety. I recollected that the violets on which I stamped over while I was running in the dark rendered my sandals a purple stain. On the other sandal, I could find few dead violets who sacrificed themselves for a purpose. However, what could that intent be? I went back to my room and re-read the quote for long. I realized that the nature in the form of those violets taught me a great lesson of forgiveness. Being slave to selfishness, I ran for my life in the dark paying no heed to those crushed down underneath. I convinced myself that I cared for those and I had that sorry feeling while my feet stamped over them but sorry cannot bring a dead violet alive. At last, I defied having a close look at those dead violets. They seemed smiling. It was awesome! They smelled sweet. It was fantastic.

The sweet scent pervaded my senses and satiated the air, putting me to disgrace. Those dead souls did not avenge their life; instead, they left a cherished fragrance on the sandal heels, the murderer. More than a mere fragrance of violets, it was a pure forgiveness.  Violets taught me an object lesson. Nature answered me. Yes. Forgiveness is a fragrance left by those who forgive you in spite of the hurts you give them. Let us forgive ALL and let us be the personification of this fragrance.