*~PEARL,MOON,HARP,CANDLE~*

A lady on the chair
of rotten wood
elegance in red,
the eyes with ocean depth.

The salinity of it
the photographs fading
colours of life
in the painting I see

A dancing queen
The music from the black violin
from Rome to Vienna
The doves flew

The aching jaw
had a solace in her smile
The hollow there
on the cave of dew

The waltz and wine
the sound echoing in the wall
the concert hall
the radio singing

Beauty bathed in dew
even the gods stood up,bowed
angels screamed
Sunshine it was...

The moon azure
Unable to sleep,sweating all wet
in its bed
the fox chuckled

The palace there
On the dew over the lily,white
a mark in the canvas
Hearts leaped.

Pool of life she has
The corpse blessed with a dip
holy bathe
the joy of life

La-la-la,La-la-la
the girl with the green bangle...
Ran to hug
The blood dripping

The sun ashamed
Of the shine of depthless her eyes
The skull being kicked
a corpse removed.

The wine rushing
Ganges craving for the holy water
The reflection fading
in the image of the forest

Rupsa,with footsteps of sand,
the moon in the dark purple sky,
the pearl shone
the strung harp and violin...

The Princess or the Fight?

1
The white sky
She lay on
The stained purple cloud,
No,her hair.


2
It was mid-day
The moon
It was her azure blue eyes.
Mystic magic.


3
The fair arms
A call
Is it a beautifully laid trap?
Irresistable.


4
The veins pink
the lips
Challenging rose,blood and wine
Mesmerising


5
It was a dream
or reality
The princess from the plains
a dream.


6
She raged the war
Oh peace
I was egoist,flat on the soil
flavored.


7
Pursuit of love
my love
Was it what foxes chased for?
Dangerous


8
The brick red sky
no,black
She was a proud princess,facing
An Egoist


9
Clinging of swords
Her navel
Was it what millions died for?
The pride


10
Taming sacred lioness
fighting,
I dropped my sword,she did hers
Entwined.


11
It was solace
Bliss
Her breaths on my shoulder,a dream
submission.


12
Looked at the sea
saline
Could feel the strong waves in her hugs
with closed eyes.


13
Clutched her tight
Adrenaline
She caressed my hair,screamed out in pain
At last the prince...

Would you come,Parikrama?

Will it rain,on this summer eve?
Will it rock,ringing far away plains?
just as a desert,thorns pricking me,
Its those drops that I look forward to.

seems a dream,to distant to be true,
It seems self mockery to crowd I know;
No water offered so soothe your soul
only summer rain can bring corpse a life.

Weren't u loud enogh to reach our ears?
Weren't melody enough to drench our hearts?
Music is waht u have done,and will ever
This time u lost against the worst...

Parikrama,u lost,do u know?
I don't beleive,neither do I want to...
all i know is u fall bleeding in the desert,
not a single drop is going to rain on you...