Behind the Knock

In the line of fire

Only a handful to laud
My enemy , My desires
Locked away in my heart
Few miles on fire
Free from my desires
My shaky strides became strong
Strong amid fire
An unattached hard rock
In my nutshell with my deep thoughts
But the rudiments of life
Gave a hard knock
My facet  , The vitals  thronged
My grass roots became stronger
Stronger than I thought
My only enemy , my desires
Glanced ,Couldn't stop
Looked at
The one who was behind that knock
A promise,thereafter ,
A symphony of laughter 
" All I hear is behind that knock   "

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The Fragrance of Oaks

 Bed of Roses and fragrance of Oaks -my attempt to take you to a different world...

On a mysterious road towards extreme desires
With a note that heavens wrote and said " I am your guide"
Before I could erode and say "Now I am tired "
A lucent ,very rich , vivid ray came and broke the ice ,
It seemed to have come to stay by my side .
My belief , who told me ' You can win only if you desire "
Chose to go with dazzle of wind and showered me with avice ,
" The road you chose has become luminous, 
Now don't doubt nor you should feel frightened ,
Hold the cord and  play the violin " !
I froze , on the road that had now brightened,
When the Autumn rose on its wings
Before it went ,it said " You are pardoned "
Eyes closed and lips tied , 
I held my soul though under the folds
I quivered " Here's the fortune the only treasure I have ,
From now on its your possession "
The petals on my road,
The musk around my throat ,
The wreath I adorn,
Have come from  his garden !
My belief " You can win only if you desire "
Has come true ! 
The mysterious road that I chose has led me to his garden ,
Away from the sheen of world , On a bed of roses
I roll  in The Fragrance of Oaks  !


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Pleasures

Can you hear me sigh , my souls has no repose
Lost my strength ,have neither patience nor control ;
All my dreams are about being in your arms
They have now become , my abode !

Though I know you are mine
But away for some reason unknown ;
I long to reside in your arms
And  feel the pleasure
Am sure you too feel the high
That is now in proportion with intoxication ;
Elated I lie , in extreme elation 
Swept by emotions and diminished control !

You my life , tell me no more words  
Neither feel triumph while I sigh , 
Nor pout your lips at me
It might lift from my heart
the meaning of pleasure,
Pleasure of being out of control !


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Travel

From the garden of paradise you ordered me " Travel "

In the melody of new spring , away from the venom ;

Speechless , learnt a new vernacular ,

Overwhelmed  I travel !

The blue sea ,

The fathomless ocean ,

are witness to my journey without fear

Now when I learnt the secret , am atop fate ;

Since you ordered me "Travel"

My flowing tresses on top of my apparel 

appear burgundy , at times coral

I flaunt my ravishing smile ,

that bears the secret behind the colours of my ravel ;

The spark in my eyes has grown wider,

it can topple the light coming from the seething rays ;

Now don't ask me no questions while I blossom  ,

while I travel !

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NIRVANA

Few lines  inspired by Bagawad Gita

I questioned myself in ebony,  in dark
Why do I suffer?  

For I have no birth or death,
For me there is no mind, 
there is no bondage or liberation, no good or evil
For I have no name and form. 
Why do I shed tears ?  

O my mind, why do you wander about deluded, like an unclean spirit? 
Why cant I Behold the Self indivisible. 
And be happy through renunciation of attachment.  

when I know my verily is Truth,
devoid of change, motionless, one, of the nature of freedom.   
Why do I suffer, seeking the objects of desires?  

When all the scriptures say that
 " The Truth is without attributes, pure, immutable,bodiless, and existing equally everywhere ".

I cut off the five - selfishness, doubt, wrong austerities and rites, lust, hate;

threw off the five - desire to be born with a body, or without a body, self-will, 

restlessness, ignorance '
   

I roused myself by My Self; trained myself by My Self.  Under the shelter 

of My Self, and live in supreme joy,   have gone beyond the illusion of Samsara,

 the muddy road of transmigration so difficult to pass;

 I have crossed to the other shore and,am free from doubts and temporal desires,
I cherish five - faith, watchfulness, energy, contemplation, vision.
 Have broken the five fetters - lust, hate, delusion,

pride, false views 

have reached the deep contemplation 

and I feel the joy of NIRVANA !



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consciousness; 

WILL BE BACK SOON

I have been away for quite some time but will be back soon , here's the preface for my next book..... thought
.of sharing with you all....

beyond the Milky Way

I am lost , am out in space
I wonder why did you say ??
"You will cushion while I paddle
You will remove the pebbles from my way "
Like a horse now when I gallop
I feel the pain , I swear
I cant breathe I gasp for some fresh air

Cant you hear my heart ramble
Cant you read my eyes
Now dry , they poured out
Every drop that could reveal the marks
Became a measure of my heart aches

Cant you feel
The numbness in the air
That cast its shadow on me
Has become stagnant
Has become a reason
For me to question you
My existence when you made up your mind
To let me seethe in pain
Not heal this heart
Though you promised
You will relieve me from the hollowness
Of the sphere ,A World of Fantasy
At the same time
Rich , an abundance of sorrow
Called " Fools Paradise"
The existence of  few moths
who live to achieve
Let others down , laugh at others dreams
Who tend to ignore " The monuments of their achievements
will not last , nor will their memories "


Now can I ask to show me the way
To star studded Galaxy I heard its beyond the Milky Way
 I wish to walk
Am tired of galloping on the streets
That lead to nowhere ! 

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cant recall my name

Like a new rainbow I smile all the way

On a bulwark that leads to stars ,  not far away

Veil a secret behind the smile on my face
While I travel , am on sail
My furious attire ,my brazen arrogance 
I dropped on my way
My bare face , my audacious vernacular
My dialect
Are witness to my freedom from the materialism
From the pain

Did I hear some one ask  my name ??
I am anonymous cant recall my name
Did I hear some one ask about my native land ??
I am a nomad , have no place
Having purified my inner self from filth
Am able to relate with the  inner mystical dimensions
of his world , have drifted away from the world known as " A Game "
My journey towards actualisation of truth
On a path of love and devotion towards perfection
Is now , all I seek
So where is the need for an attire or a land with a name
The Sufism has led me to the world
Where neither I fear loneliness nor the ultimate
Naked I walk the bulwark , cant recall my name .

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Why

An array of my dreams ,
A sheaf never one could see ,
I haggard in ravines ,
Wilted , shriveled up
Couldn't dampen 
the hankering !

Why did I slow down ?
Why couldn't I  see ?
Why didn't I listen to my heart beat ?

Now ashen ,emaciated
I turn back to look at my smothered affinity ,
All that I can see is
A flume full of skeletons of my dreams !

If wishes were horses ,
I would ride to go back ,
Become a mermaid ,
Bathe in the waters of ravines ,
And moisten my famished dreams .

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once again

A sensual piece Once Again !


You heard me right
Its not you but
the sparkle in your eyes
behind the fire
that ignited me once again !

Surprise me
Embellish my mane
with jasmine
Bathe my naked body
with splashes of 
"Moon Shine in the Garden "
Moist my lips
with burgundy flowers
With you am in a world 
that I can not define
The feel of your breaths is so divine
I forgot
Don't ask my name again !

My galloping strides
The flutter of my wings
Are here to say
Quench my thirst
with your breath
that is now mine
Caress my eyes
Whisper my name with every breath you take
Your body your soul is  mine
Say that , once again !


* Moon Shine in the Garden -jasmine , known for its intoxicating property)
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flames

The look in your eyes
Heart felt
Left with no words to say
My apologies
How do I convey

The stars in my eyes
diminished with time
I staggered , held on to my breath
Knew you are naive
The grip loosened , I let go of My Life
Few word of wisdom to enlighten your life
Wish had shared

Look up, look at the sky
"The garner of advice"
Watches you , your every stride
Says " Mysterious are my ways ,
Your first step in this race
With or without guide
Was ensured , you thrive
Each one of you have no entity
But are witness to the mystery that prevails "

Wipe out the tears that roll down your eyes
Armor yourself ,
The only way to free yourself from pain
Now cleanse me with fresh water
Dress me up
Embellish my hair
Render me to holy flames
Before my body turns stale !



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And i get published again

Rochak Publishing

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TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 11, 2012

A World Rediscovered (An Anthology of Contemporary Verse)

A World Rediscovered (An Anthology of Contemporary Verse)  Edited by Jean LeBlanc

Paperback: 104 pages

Publisher: Cyberwit.net (September 26, 2012)

Language: English

ISBN-10: 8182533376

ISBN-13: 978-8182533370

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Poetry and A World Rediscovered

"Swimmers in factual waters / disinventing depth...." Those opening lines of Chuck Tripi’s poem, "Proof," stand as an apt definition of poets and their paradoxical ways. Poets (and in fact all artists) operate in the known universe, subject to the same laws of physics as everyone else. And yet, poets can disinvent depth, can rise to the surface, are called upward into the light that they themselves can also create. There is this world. And then, there is this world rediscovered. And for that, we have the poets to thank.

I have always believed that poets and scientists have a lot to learn from each other. InA Brief History of Time, Stephen Hawking asks, "Why do we remember the past but not the future?" It is the only question of Dr. Hawking’s I feel I can answer: Poets doremember the future—that is precisely how poets spend their days, remembering the future. It is lovely to think of poetry as "the spontaneous overflow of powerful emotions recollected in tranquility," as William Wordsworth wrote, but we poets know it is more like a place of turmoil rather than tranquility. Poets write of desire and want, because the future—well, you do not have to be a poet to remember what that will bring. Poets remember the future and celebrate the present. The result is haunting, whether one has written the poem or has read it.

The haiku poets have always known this. Ban’ya Natsuishi writes: A golden hand / from the dimple / of a muddy lake —and you are there, on the slippery banks of that muddy lake, and—and!—the golden hand is yours. Will be yours. Was yours. The haiku has left you bereft of the false comfort of measured time. Past, present, future are all now. The power of the image knocks us from the known world that made that image possible. Fortunately, a poet is there to remember, and to remind.

In the pages that follow, the reader will remember many futures. "Look: / You have become..." George Lightcap begins in "Poem for Myself at Age Seventeen from Me at Fifty-Four," as he disinvents time in a tone both humorous and poignant. A kindred humor and poignancy is found in "When Meeting Beauty" by Jan Oskar Hansen. Robin Linn disinvents the distinctions of personal space in "Capital of Learning," with its shifting perspectives and disconcerting cityscape. Sayumi Kamakura writes, "Though the lilies flower, / I couldn’t shorten / the distance between us"—and there again, the reader will hold his or her breath, and think, "How did this poet see me, see my world, see my future?"

"I couldn’t shorten the distance between us." And yet, Kamakura has shortened it. All the poets in this anthology have disinvented distance. This is the power of art. A poet’s choice of a word, an artist’s choice of color, a dancer’s choice of how to move her hand makes the experience of art an experience of reality, a real world unto itself, rather than a reflection of a world. I almost wrote, "So many of the poems in this anthology celebrate creation," which would have been foolish. They all celebrate creation.

Physicists, if you want to see string theory at work, multiple universes wherein every possibility exists at once, you need look no further than poetry. But "who can bear to believe this report?" asks Albert U. Turner in his poem in the voice of Arctic explorer Matthew Henson. Who can bear to believe, indeed. It would be easier, perhaps, to shut one’s mind to these reports the poets bring us from these other worlds, reports of longing, of the tenuous beauty of our days, of future memories that stop the heart.

The poets stand with the scientists on one side, and the philosophers on the other. In The Sense of Beauty, George Santayana wrote, "The real world is merely the shadow of that assurance of eventual experience which accompanies sanity." Shadow...assurance...experience—again, the stuff of poetry. Reader, did you realize when you picked up this beautiful book, that you were holding in your hands the manifestation of science and philosophy? You did realize. That is what poetry is, after all. You know you hold here a world rediscovered, a new world with each turn of the page. Your world. Remember—here it comes.

Jean LeBlanc

Newton, New Jersey, U.S.A.

September, 2012

  

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butterfly

Live for the day , let the past remain in grave ,nor think of tomorrow.....

I saw a butterfly by my window , saw it fly
It asked me " would you like to try some ambrosia
before I leave and say good bye"
I couldn't say , neither no nor could decline
Afraid of flux of journey ,was tired
Still I inclined , looked into its eyes
Looked at the assurance in that smile
It winked at me and said " You are right ,
 I understand your fear , and that is justified
But if you gave me one chance , I would
share a secret before I say good bye "
In wane I tried to ignore its advice
My thumping heart gave in ,
 Couldn't hide the curiosity in my eyes
My inquisitive mind told me , " No harm if you give an ear,
hear it out , before its too late , before it flies away "
before I could say " You are my last resort "
say " Whats on your mind "
It poured some nectar on my ears
That appeared like chimes from heaven
Brightened up my eyes
It told me " your journey is a delineation of skies
Your attempt to change the course will remain futile
Live for the day , let the past remain in grave
Nor think of tomorrow 
What is forsaken will not come to you
No matter how hard you try "
And left before I could say good bye !

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A chalice in your name

This piece of poetry is in the form of a poetic conversation between two lovers

He-

A chalice in your name
Few drops from sculpted lips
Can gulp you down

I admire your beautiful hair
They are like serpents coils

Your graceful nape
Narcissus eyes full of drunkenness

Your ruddy cheeks
Your magnificent smile
are enough to drench me in sweet pain

Your mellifluous voice
All I can say is
is like sparkling wine

Now show me thy heart
stains of love
Pearls by million I would gladly cede
For the sake of tears borne of love 

She -

Whisper again, I want to hear you say
those words over and over again,
 Feel my pain , glance at my bleeding heart
before the tulips in my hair go wry !


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मेरे दिल यह बता/mere dil yeh bata

मेरे दिल यह बता
 कियूं खामोश खड़ा है तू ..
 रुकने को कहा था तुम से ...
मगर कहाँ खो गए हो तुम ...
 सुन ने को कहा था मेरी पायल की रुण झुन  ...
कियूं खामोश हो गए तुम ...
मेरी आँखों में देखो ज़रा तुम ...
कियूं मुस्कुरा रहीं हैं यूँ ...
मेरी धड़कन को सुनो तो तुम ...
कुछ कहने लगी है ,ज़रा सुनो उस को ...
गुण गुनगुनाने लगी है वोह ...
मुस्कुराने लगी है वोह ...
जब से छुआ उस ने मेरे दिल को ...
कियूं कतराने लगे हो मुझ से तुम  ...
अब तुम ही बताओ मैं काया करूँ ...
मेरे दिल कैसे करूँ तुझे काबू 
mere dil yeh bata kiyun...
 khamosh khada hai tu....
maine rukne ko kaha tha tum se...
 magar kahan kho gaye ho tum...
meri payal ki run jhun ko sunne ko kaha tha tum se...
kiyun khamosh ho gaye tum
meri ankhon mein dekho zara tum..

kiyun muskura rahin hain youn
meri dhadkan ko suno to tum...

kuch kehne lagi hain ,zara suno us ko..

gun gunane lagi hain woh ...

muskurane lagi hain woh....

jab se chooa us ne mere dil ko ... 

kiyun katrane lage ho mujh se ... 

ab tum hi batao main kaya karun...

mere dil kaise karun tujhe pe kaabu...

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butterflies

,Butterflies have always fascinated me , here I composed few lines playing around with few names of varieties of butterflies ..and those are -Whirlabout , Confused Cloudywings, Crimsonpatch ,Spring Azure,Sooty Hair Streak,Mustard White Wings,Painted Lady ,Dreamy Dusky Wings,Silver Drop and Cranberry Blue.Hope
 you like it

"You are beautiful " ,when you said
When you looked into my eyes, whispered my name
When you held me tight , kissed my nape
I felt like a Whirlabout
like Confused Cloudywing
 I felt like flying !

"Come close to me my Spring Azure
I like the Crimson Patch on your cheeks
Your Sooty Hair Streak
Let me hold your Mustard White Wings" ,when you said
I felt my face flush with gushing blood in my body
I smoldered in heat , felt aroused with out fire !

"You are beautiful " when you said
"You are my Painted lady I like your shades
Your Dreamy Dusky Wings are mine can you say"
I looked away tried to play with Silver Drop of my necklace
When your Cranberry Blue eyes pierced through my cleft
 my cocoon fell on floor , before I could escape !

* here cocoon - attire

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reason to believe

Your beautiful smile gave me a reason to believe
"There is a sunny day after every dark night"
The clouds are now going to recede
You are the reason for me to blossom
I bloom like Queen Annes Lace in wilderness
Watch me become intoxicating like Morning Glory
My hues become Flamboyant
From now on I lean on thee
like a vine on coral (here coral tree)
Your smile is like a sunrise , for several years
that I didn't see
 Your  mesmerising eyes when you smile at me
gave me a reason to believe
The fragrance of jasmine is real
I can see the dazzle of azzurro above me
You make me feel like Geb that needs to
quench its thirst with love that is the only thing
 I seek
 Drown me in mystery of ocean
Harbour me in thy eyes ,they deeper than deep blue sea
Camouflage me , widen thy arms accommodate me
 My  Horus, khnemu  You are my Re
Shower me with pious love that you said
is the only thing that you have for me
And  make me believe the  rainbow that I see
is real ,  your aura is meant for me and me
that gave me a reason to believe in life and live.




* azzurro -sky blue in Italian , here sky
*Horus,Khnemu &Re - Egypitian gods
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ride to paradise

Speechless , Overwhelmed
My ride to paradise
My conversation with a cloud
who came around
when I was about to cross
the horizon ,was close to the sphere.

I could see the orb smile at me
and looked admiringly at my chariot .

Wind whispered to stars
 told them to stop my convoy

 Together with the cloud
they fortified my road to paradise
They told me to stop
and hear what the paradise has to say
They told me
"You could lose your aspect , your name ,fame
your treasure too will be gone
if you cross the line drawn by the milky way "

Few moments I thought
 but kick start my chariot
Told them" I was told  to wash my sins
before I was sent to the glitzy world
Neither then I had a name nor a trace of fame
My name was lost when I dropped
the garb that I adorned
that had begun to rot
 No more I seek an aspect or name
but some fragrance , an embrace
that I missed while I was there
Now open the heavenly gates
I have no memories of past
or  of what I lost
I feel no pain , nor crave for no gains
Let me immerse in heavenly light
my resting place.

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silver lining

Saw a light that enlightened 
my soul warned me against the world
 told me a tale of pessimism
and a silver lining called optimism

The trail of its words is still clear
It follows me every where
The words that changed me
Purified my thoughts
Here I share
Follow me , is your choice
Your decision

 " I have put an end to your
unwarranted fears for the time being , 
Answered all your prayer
Now flutter and swing , 
Let he fragrance of jasmine
follow you every where
But one promise I need from thee ...
Choose an  affirmative road
One step here or there , on the road of energies
those are morbid and negative
Can destroy you
Life is a bed of roses ,if you may choose
right energy
 I hold no miraculous wand
But it is your thought process ,
 that will make your life
a bliss or fill it up with sufferings.
The choice is yours ,who do you want to give privilege to
Who do you want to carve your destiny "

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