Have I Degraded? Or, Have I been Degraded?

Where are those days of trivial glories,
When I used to ask mom,
Mom! How is it? I created it?
It is my invention!
I proudly claim to my stupidity.
"Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Where is it now, the glory and the dream?"
I ask from Nights and even from Days
The transmuted path, of that glorious bridge
Sketched earlier by Plotinus on that day
On which vainglorious cannot step.
And i worry, have i turned one of them?
The imbecility of my younger age
Have ripened and soaked by starved realities.
Have fled, and cowardly ran away!
Leaving behind some memories and me!
Leaving behind some memories and me!

A Song of....

I.
A song of union,
A song of commitment,
A song of triumph over endless eternity.
Praise! Praise! Holy Spirits!
Mighty wind will sing the praise.
Of our world-without-end wedlock.
From the heights of mountains
Heaven will shower the rain
The triumphant glory
Of our patience and pain.
The nature will sing its eloquent praise
To perform the ceremony of annunciation ablaze.


II.
Amoroso (A lover):
My soul! My beloved!
You are my light, and I am your secret admirer.
You bear the shape of Aphrodite.
Your radiance is what
I want to rub on my soul.

O my dear! My beloved Histella!
We have waited for long.
Yes, we have burned our flesh.
Our conjoin will now be blest.
It’s time for us to unite together
And make prophecies to get real.


III.
Amoroso (A lover):
You came from another world.
I wandered through loneliness.
You were so luminous.
I belonged to gloominess.
You raised me to “light”.
My life got enhanced, and bright.
Then you showed me anger,
And I feared the danger.
Well, let’s not dip into it now,
As time does not command us for.
The Edenic nature sings our praise.
Come, let’s dance upon its murmur.


IV.
Amoroso (A lover):
Through nights like this one
You entered into my heart.
The chamber was dark and empty
You ignited it with your “love charm”.
I struggled, I struggled! I fought!
My love!
The two demons with full detest and antipathy.
The strings were loose
I must have struck onto them
In my weakest hours.
If the string will now break,
The depth is where I will fall.
So, show me some sunshine
And liss me from this dread.
I ask for your heavenliness
And bless me, as much as you can
Now show me some magic
Of which I have been bereaved these years.
Oh! My “princess” just hug me(if you can)
When I am all in tears.
The scars are clear on my skin
When my passion burned me within
This sweet pain in loving season
I missed! I missed! I missed!


V.
Histella:
My true friend!
Your “mottu”; your “shona”
Have heard thee call.
The glory and praise
Of your love and pain, I know
Only I can ameliorate.
And I have come to mend with you
In our beatific romance.

Your love had many followers.
Your love had had its coronal;
You showed me new conn’tation
Of love which is pious in stature.
I made you wait longer more than you deserved.
I made you cry longer then you should have.
I had some limits of my life
But my soul belongs to you.
Plato, Plotinus thought of giving way
Wordsworth thought of
Moulding it in his way.
No one thought of its own angelic nature
To come to terms with our own fascinations.

I have heard thee, your eloquence
You call me “siesta” eyes sometimes
You praised me more than I deserved.
Prayed me as Aphrodite.


VI.
Amoroso (A lover):
It won’t fulfill my appetite!
To make you immortal,
Will be my only expertise.
To place you on the throne of
Goddess of beauty and love forever.

I was a null; Ah! Yes, I was a null.
A mere void in expanse of this world.
Followed by material blissful stuffs.
You brought “light” to my innocent eyes.
Now let us join with the heaven.
And sing praise of our lovely wedlock.


VII.
(Souls of two lovers in perfect harmony):
We burned! We burned! We burned!
Some parts of our flesh do get burned.
This flesh is mortal,
Soul had its own transmuted essence.
The nights were restless,
And days were endless.
This inferno had burned our skin
And the nights asked us to sin.
We evolved. Aah! Yes, we evolved.
Struggling through such trivialities.
And we have come so far this way.
Let’s not waste this fragrance away
In material words like this one.
Come and unite together
In the silence of our love!
In the silence of our love!
In th….Sile… o… …ove..!

Indian Hockey and Economic Deficity, A Routine Process.

It is a Shame for Ministry of Youth Affairs & Sports for ousting the needs and monetary requirements of Indian Hockey Federation and its players. Where has the funds assigned to the Ministry of Youth Affairs & Sports by the government to India for Hockey players. If the Ministry of Youth Affairs & Sports had forwarded the funds to the Indian Hockey Federation then how can the funds deficit? How can they be inadequate? where is the Nationality of our National game lost. I, as an Indian want to apologize to our Hockey team players and members for playing without any patronage and not only this they are willing to play games on their own expenses, Captain Rajpal Singh spoke from the front,"Since the Federation does not have the cash, we decided that we would all pool our resources together and play the World Cup and pay for our own expenses." I want to cheer them up to perform well in the World Cup. This is the naked economic condition of Ministry of Youth Affairs & Sports, that our patriotic players are filling the loss of internal politics and corruption committed by others.Listen to what India Hockey team's goalkeeper Adrian D'Souza has said on this,"You would not believe we got a daily allowance of USD 20 in our last tour of Argentina. And when we won the Azlan Shah Cup last year, the amount was USD 14." I am not intending to be misread here, but it is only possible in India that other games are provided ascendant importance against our national game, Hockey. even if you ask a Ten year old child "what is our National game?" he will lavishly reply "cricket!". The child doesn't even know the names of our Hockey players, and can never recognize them on streets if acquainted. This is the importance given to our national game. Each Cricket player is crowned with 17lakh rupees for a single ODI match and what is provided to our national game....God bless shame to our persons in authority that a true Indian with good fortune, Amitabh Bachhan, is self-forced to offer money to the Hockey Board of India. This is their reputation in the eyes of an Indian. I want to bulge out here one more aspect of it, in this ultra-communicative India, Media has a vital role to provide enlightenment to the mass, media should emphasize more towards other forms of sports as well. What reward has been given to others like Leander Peas, Tennis- Bronze medal(1996), Karnam Malleswari, Women's Weightlifting 69kg- Bronze medal, Rajyavardhan Singh Rathore, Shooting- Silver medal. Abhinav Bindra, Shooting- Gold medal was an exception among these who got some light, but was also been deprived of real merit which he must have received, ignoring five minute clippings of him on every news channel. what is media doing to snatch the attention of the mass towards the lethargic workings of bureaucrats preparing the platform for Commonwealth Games 2010, which India is going to host in October this year, not the next to next year!! I want to apologize for hurting the sentiments of anyone but this is the naked face of our present day corruption and soporific countrymen.

The Son of Man

I am the Son of Man
Then, what is my temperament?
Am I born?
Or, still unborn?
I can’t figure who am I?
I am the Son of Man!!!



I am the diasporic thought.
I am the exiled of your.
I roam through those lands
Which has been declared barred.
I am your neglected evil…
U can search me on the internet
Or search me in libraries, and
Museums,
Watch me in theatre,
Or, some movie.
Still don’t know who am I?
You better know who I am.
I am the Son of Man!!!



Please tell me who am I?
Please tell me who am I?
I really don’t know who am I?
Because, I am the Son of Man!!!

An Ode to the Multiple-Incarnations of my Beloved. (A Poem in Three Parts)

I. The far past….


Again in my bedroom
I found my love
Shining like a bright pearl.
As the ocean beneath the Sun.
My love; my Poetry
I found thee again.
Your radiance is so strong
Like a burning flame
In the distance so long
To capture the flame;
And to rule the throne.
I entered my bedroom upstairs again
Your tantalizing body under my linen sheet
As perfect as the rhymes of Pope
Baffled me to enter or to stop.
You lied face down
With your back open
Arms spread on the ground
To grasp me fully into them.
“The pain of loving you
Is almost more than I can bear”
Chants Lawrence in ‘A Young Wife”
My truest desperations in delight.


Should I move close to you?
Or should I not?
Should I touch your Wordsworthian skin?
And snatch the nature from his flesh.
To grasp the Universe and create it afresh.
Will you then be back from your sleep?
Ambiguity endures deep into my breast.
And then,
I will lose my Trance.


I am climbing Mount Everest
Commemorating Byron’s Womanizing eloquence
You took bath in the beauty
Of sorrow,
Fear,
Pain,
Abundance,
Delight, and
Pasture,
From Beowulf to the present time
Moulding its structure.


My room is gleaming
Never have been so luminous before
Her body bright
All the spectators are in pure delight.
Her intriguing,
Beautiful, and
Elegant form.
Alluring me to touch thee
And then I will be ostentatiously free.
Free from all bondages of ‘Tradition and the Individual Talent’
My salient motive will be then
To further seduce this temperament.


I moved towards her, and
Touched my white linen sheet.
Softly,
Smoothly
I sprayed my hand
On the naked back of ‘Christabel’
My heart is throbing twice, thrice….
My hands are trembling
As cold as ice.
Finally, I have touched thee.
And I entered the Trance of my Trance.





II. The near past...


You gazed directly into my eyes.
I can search the treasures beneath the chambers of the sea.
Holding my hands, and
Leading me deep into the depths.
Your touch is tepid
So soothing.
So relaxing.
Amalgamating me into your cast.
I am trying to rise out of my inside.
But then, I will lose my double Trance
And my heart will mourn at this demise.
Your lips are coming close to mine
I have to close my eyes
To enjoy the ecstasy of the infinity of my Trans
You Poetry is my truest muse.
As you blessed Milton.
Bless me the same use.
Our breathings are colliding.
Our lips are eating the distance.
Oh! My Mephistophilis!
I might come!






III. The present…



Enduring love is perpetual
Like a persistant tree,
Who’s branches are endless in the sky
Showering eternal and
Ceaseless droplets.
The unending,
Undying
Nature of love distinguished it
With all other bonds.
I just only wanted to tell her…



I my room
Darkness resides.
I saw
A night watching me,
Endlessly
In the dark.

One Night Stand

The music was Jazz at that late hour
In the party of Mr. John.
The mood was tempting,
But much alluring was the shape of that Glass.



At the bar counter, drinks were served
Whiskey, Rum and Cola.
But more enchanting was the shape of that glass
Who bears the shape of Aphrodite.
The excitement evoked so strong.
I tried hard to suppress it.
I even walked out of the party that time
Tried hard not to relate my passions with that.



That much strong was the web of that Seductress Glass.



While driving on the lonely road
With no moon light at all.
Darkness was so much occupied outside
Endeavouring to break the panes of my window
And trying to amalgamate me into itself.



Somewhere in the ruling Darkness
A blonde seductress was standing.
I tried to stop.
But I crossed her.
Without showing any sign of notice to her.
And few steps ahead
I braked.
She came to my car
I opened the door
She stepped inside
And closed the door.



I didn't inquired about her destination
Neither she told me herself.
I was endlessly driving for hours
On the road to eternity.




She was sitting next to me
But we didn't exchanged a word,
The mood was soothing
So much relaxing
I can feel her warmth next to me.
We were actually communicating
With our own pre-language stuff.
Our eyes met, and suddenly
Got distract
In a glimpse of a sec.
I watched her lips,
My eyes praised her alluring neck.
She was wearing sultry Red
Like an enchanted mistress.



I stopped my car in the middle of the road
And gave her the staring wheel.
She drived for an hour
Then parked the car
In front of an abandoned house.



The night was getting icier
With the passage of time.
We embraced each other
And walked inside that coquettish house.
My hands were holding that glassy waist
Reminding me of that Glass
Having similar shape.
The only difference from that time is that
Now I really want to drink
The Whiskey inside.



We entered the house and
Jumped to bed.
I discovered
I am a womanizer.
She took my hand
Onto her lap.
I was caressing her soothing lingerie.
She kissed on my neck.
Oh my Gosh!!!
My eyes rolled back.
A sudden sensation spreads
And for the first time ever
I witnessed the taste of femme fatale.
I moved towards Hedonism.
We maintained that pose whole night, I suppose
Next morning I found
That womanly Glass was sleeping with me on my bed......

A Walk on the Road

One year is going to past
Only one month and six days are left
You my brother is still residing in my heart
Pacing my heart beat count to one thirty, one fourty, one fifty....

My eyes are closed
My senses are evoked
feeling your warmth
within my mother's breast

seclusion is not a pain for me anymore.
Waiting for your love,
for your care, and
your melodious voice
calling 'BHAIYA....' once again
does not leave me to cry and to mourn anymore.

When i walk through the streets
once again in the evening.
A sweet wave smoothly brushes my cheek and
whispers into my ears and says
'Hey dear BHAIYA....someone is missing and
wishing for your luck'
A sensation,
then temptation,
and then contemplation 
covers my body,
brain,
heart, and
soul 
to possess and
then repress
to preserve
the sweetness of my love
for you only for you
my love.

on the middle of the road.
My eyes are rolling back
harmoniously with my neck.
I can smell the heavy smell of you
which has traveled across the distance of time
to reach to me and then
say to me
'that my sweet Bhaiya!
I am here and
I am back.
I am here and
I am back.
I am here and
I am back.'
Love you Nayan....

The Time is Gone

the time is gone, only memories are on,
making the way for you 
to step into new world,
of profit and delight, where you may 
see me stand there, right there my love,
where you have left me,
to live in pain, and disdain
within me of losing you so unexpect'dly, 
i'm hold'ng up my outbr'st 
of love, of emotion, of care.
for you, only for you
my sweet little brother,
do come back soon, do come back soon, 
please do come back soon. i miss you........  

An Apology for a Night Call

I am happy 
You didn’t call me tonight.
Moment, which was ours,
You left me alone
To wait for you for hours.



I am waiting for your call.
You are busy with other talks.
I am venerated,
Adored,
Honoured,
And, crowned
With all the jewels of foolery trademark.



The Cat is sitting
Adoring the Moon.
The Moon is gazing
Back to Cat.
The Stars are burning
With jealousy
And revenge.
They are feeling cheated
With love romance
Of Moon and Cat.



Stars are my friends.
Let me flirt with them.
If you won’t call me
I’ll relate my passion with them.
They are alone
And I am depressed.
They need someone
And I am with them.


The Wind is our medium 
For me to reach them.
Then I don’t have to wait for you
As I’ll have them.
If you may think
How will I converse with them?
As they don’t know my language
And neither did I.
This case is very critical
And won’t last long.



Language is our myth
Which has certain limits.
Truth is our emotions
And Love is the true bond.
Now, your call is coming
But its too late for me to attend.
I am busy in flirting 
With wind, Stars and all.



Wind is rolling
With shivering breeze she moans,
With orgasmic pleasure
Of love between
Me and Stars.
If you can hear her
Hear her sing the song.
A whisper might come to your ear
If you will feel the ecstasy
Of my love with Stars.