Smiles Deep Asleep

My heart why not have you learned,
That the hearts have stones turned.
They carry wooden faces; bare.
Enslaved by worldly ways they fail to care.
Their expert eyes no longer weep,
Their smiles are unconscious; deep asleep.

For Nirvana

For Nirvana

They walk to infinity,
With a swollen feet.
On a vision vast as vales,
They sail slow by snails.

To the hut of himalayas,
From the bazaars that babble.
They approach to find,
The heaven's disguise to blind.

As the conscience craves once,
To search for life.
They move in the motors of machine,
As a bee to gum; they glue to green.

They sail where the sadhu's surrender,
Waive the wealth amassed and wander.
They head to the abode,
Far off their homes 'For Nirvana'.

She Cried For The Candy floss...

She cried for the candy floss,
which fell on the ground,
and they brought her more of it,
She refused and said it won't fit.
She cried still, love bound.
Not ready to fill the loss,
Of love she had for her first candy floss.....

For a man, And many men...Who traveled, And left then !!

Some words thus thoughts thus affections thus hearts thus men are never Forgotten.

Such a man was Thoreau...
there is more to life than 'the seen', and thus exists, 'the felt' or 'the intuition' or 'the heart'.
I never read, and i haven't even read Thoreau....but still i feel that i have my affection that is reminded by my intuition to me time and again, for Thoreau. A connection, a bond, an invisible stream exists thereby, less of a definition...all felt each day. I have never read his works, except a few quoations of his. Yet during college, the only book i stumbled upon was Walden, untouched for 22 years in college library, i still did not read it yet kept it for all three years and thereafter....and got to know of my innermost reverence for 'a man who lived most earnestly all he said'.

I pay a tribute to him each day for the life he lived...a life based on beliefs he had. As seldom men come, men who live their beliefs, the beliefs they teach..and thoreau lived his belief each.

I commemorate all the men who won't be forgotten and will be reminded to the mankind...by its sins and sorrows, by the joys in tomorrows..

A verse for such men and the affections that mankind will prosper evermore for them...

For some inherent affections that are fated to grow again,
as the sleeping waves come ashore; from ocean's heart deep.
there are forgotten words of history; that in after eras leap.
These affections; these men; thus, for all eternity remain..


And now a Verse, in  tribute of a man, my intuition reminds me of...To Thoreau,

O thoreau where thou art,
today this heartless society neigh,
seeketh wisdom in thy virtuous say;
of thy bygone era and a halcyon heart,
which once sunk in oblivion as a misfit lay.
Is a sage revered by fellow men today.

The Wind and The Rose

The bloom came to the red rose and its smell spread all the more.
Smitten all sudden, it blushed in beauty that sleepless nights brought,
The red rose gushed to itself in joy; O wind your love it only sought.
And one day to kiss the longing rose, the veiled wind beauty wore,
the rose surrendered to the wind, it fell from glory; unaware of the lure.
the rose lost life; left eternity to its name,
whenever the beauty of wind was talked, the scarifice of flower came.
Now a new season awaits ahead of the rose of yore,
When another young rose will love the wind like never before.

O February !!

O february!! thou arrival has led,
To the growing beautiful buds blithesome;
that would soon young flowers become.
And unto horizons, their colourful beauty spread.
Their sweet scent would senses evoke,
Of my bewildered race; lost menfolk.