Lost in the wilderness…

When I am in Love, in Passion and In the deep desire to manifest the unmanifest

I feel the whole universe is with me to fight all the odds and evils…

But when my love, my passion and my desire goes away

I feel all alone helpless and suddenly fall down from Heaven to Hell

O Solitude! Where are you?

Don’t leave me in the wilderness of life

I want to seek a light I can follow

Show me the meaning of being lonely!

Both the worlds look so strange to me

Both are unknown and both are illusionary to me

Am I being slothful and running from the reality?

Or Am I being too selfish to seek reality?

Again I fall down with no answers

And seek comfort in whatever I do.

I am so amateur to cross the wilderness of life

I know not what I do

I know not what I do!

  

Butterfly @ Mendy’s Place

When I took my little angel to Mendy’s Place

Dressed her with smart shoes and tiny lace

To get some wellness and the holy grace

I went back my time when I saw the whole Theme

It was so real I painted in my dream

A butterfly on a flower enjoying in a gleam

Sucking the nectar and singing in a realm

I said – O Dear! So you are here

To heal my little angel in tear

Do you see me calling to lend me your ear?

Then why don’t you come and listen to me near?

Have you tried it yet?

This is not a Verse – Just a Contemplation!

Don’t get easily carried away without giving a thought
Else you will find yourself lost in a lot!

A thought can change the way you think

Even a slight impulse can change the very next blink

Observe your thought and you will find you in your making!

Everything is VOID in this world – both you and I!

REALITY is an illusion – A complex data structure with umpteen pointers

You can live with it, but you cannot leave without freeing it!

You can convert it to Void without intricacy! Have you tried it yet?

  

A Routine of Hopes...

Each day starts with a hope…

I go for work and my eyes naively searches for my refreshed hope!

My Happiness entangles me around when I see the state in green

For I know it will be a short moment today while she will be seen

I wrap up my right of way duties to talk to her in clean

But alas! My heart breaks every time she goes away from my screen!

Now this is the only way I can talk!

But I thank my almighty, coz at least this is the way I can talk!

My day ends with a new hope to see her again in green

For I know there is no other way I can change even if I am keen.

Coz this has become a practice in my daily routine -

I feel strange when I write these lines when I really mean!

Why are the good times always short lived?

"If I had all the time, I’d intend each moment with you…

If I had all the supremacy, I’d pause each moment in your tranquility!"

Neither will I have all the time nor all the supremacy

The flowers may fade and the butterfly may fly away

I am afraid – They may get lost in their own little world

-A world so called “The Reality”

I see from a distance, not very long ago

And wonder - Why are the good times short lived?

A mere presence and A fluttering sense

A sweet voice from a distance and A placid talk - was enough…

But now neither will I sense the passing wind

Nor will I hear any sweet voice

And again I wonder – Why are the good times always short lived?

First “New Year Wishes” in Advance…

Knowing the flowers will be seen only the next year

The butterfly wished in advance - Happy New Year!

It must have been the first wish that was sent

And the first wish that was received

For the flowers it was always the first wish that mattered the most

And that moment so special - They wanted to celebrate with the toast!

Knowing the butterfly will soon disappear the very next year

To find the new cheese and the nectar

The wishes followed her back with prayer
“The Prosperity” in her every walk of the new year!

"Another Day, Another Month, Another Year,
Another smile, Another Tear, Another Winter,
A Summer Too, But there will never be Another You!"
 

My Garden in The Garden City…

I envy this garden city

Who called back my butterfly without any pity

I searched all over to see her again, but in vain

And convinced myself – she always comes late and leaves early

Just like she did in my garden quite fairly

Suddenly I turned around

with a sense of whisper over my shoulder

The same sweet voice and the same sparkling eyes

The same dazzling look and the same soothing smile

I have to blink twice before I could say a word

All the flowers rejoiced together to welcome again

As if they met her since ages.

I had no choice but to capture this moment just like I did it in past

And now I feel my garden is in the garden city