MY BROTHER


His presence, a twinkling star in the house;

a togetherness of binding strength.

His smile, a ray of hope.

His work, a symbol of obeiscence.

His heart, transparent as a crystal stream.

His help, a right hand for all.

His thoughts, a second brain sheltering one and all.

His words, an echoing voice.

His words enamour virtue in all their goodness.

His name and fame, a living presence

despite his abscence, an ubiquitous silence.

And he a gift of GOD.

B E A U T Y


Girdled with gold her beauty
foams like the horizon spray.
The serene touches of the blithe laurel
transcend Heaven and Home.
And her blosomming vernal rays
dazzle the eye of day.

Her flails float like waves
on a visionary gleam.
Her endless grace emanates like
the chorus hymneal of a crystal stream.
Her goggling eyes score the sky
and rent argosies of magic sails.
On her cheek
and over her Helen's brow -
The perfume melts the evening stars.

Behold those beautiful smiles;
Nature softens her hue from her dreams.
The unrefined sprightly dance
befits soul's immortality.
With tender kisses,
beauty infatuates an innocent
brow of love.

THE GRAND CANYON


Every iota of rock breathes silence,
a mute and dumb witness
to eternity - beyond life's edge.

It is said,
'Time and tide wait for no man' -
But it seems time waited
for four million years -
To fertilize the embryo of life
and nurture it.

It seems time faded into the
fumes of the future,
leaving behind the bleak rock.
The 'bleak' rock is no more bleak -
The sculpture defies the very art of perfection.
My puny heart longs to
etch my name on the 'grand' rock.

The sunrise and sunset - both a sunrise in one's life,
a view which glows the heart within.
Even the sun rays fail to.

The river flows,
bringing along the fragrance of nostalgic yesterdays,
like wholesome wind bringing
the aroma of newly blossomed flowers.

Love erupts in a burst.
I wonder who is my real love.

REFLECTIONS IN A LEPER


Like a coconut shell
flung to the corners of the road,
I lie.

The hint of yellow in a water lily -
That was what I yearned to be.
Now my white is the hint of sorrow
That which echoes the words 'cease to be'.

My pleasure seems as if
silenced into stone,
where my past crumbles among the bleak rock.

Morning till night I lie
Seeking a penny from one hand or the other.
The day seeks the night, and the Sun seeks the Moon,
Alsa ! No hand seeks me.

Men, women, children, kith and kin
Pass across with scuttling feet - a vison in light
No serene touch, no winning smile
Not even a cursory glance to steal a while.
And moorings are my only kith and kin
For me the apparelled vision is my whitened skin.
Sun sinks into the horizon, and so does my heart.
The night spirals into the darkness and -
Lightening sparks off the word 'UNTOUCHABLE',
which runs down my spine in all its chillness.
And makes my body numb.
Now the bygone day is only a nostalgic spark.
The kith and kin become akin to none.
My heartbeats fade unto stillness,
for nature to hold her breath.
And I, the untouchable swoon into another world
perhaps to get a serene touch.

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