She is a Rhythm Divine

She is musical,
She is a classic tone sung in a high pitch.

She’s a rhythm divine,
She’s is a rhyme sung over and over.
She’s the guitar strings of my heart,
She’s the staff-notation written on my heart.
She’s the rhythmic keys of piano,
She’s the musical octal of veena.

She’s the sweetness of jal-tarang,
She’s the goodness of santoor,
She’s the beats of drums,
She’s the softness of flute,
She’s the loudness of saxophone.

She’s the humming of my voice, and
She’s the echo of my thoughts.
She’s the beating of my heart.

A Prelude of Love

Honeyed layer over soft petal,
Tender pledge over supple pinks.
Like a drop of dew on a lotus,
Love’s first touch, a virgin kiss.

A prelude of love, a caring bridge,
Trembling lips, and radiant skin,
Warm breaths and cool nose,
Crimson face and drifting hairs.

Two lips, cherry red,
In crimson love,
Lips lick-locked,
Flattered me!

A touch of four petals,
to quench the thirst.
A touch;
A touch of two leaves.

Swirling inside gently,
A humble spiraling,
And ignited a fire inside.
Inside the cave.

Bridging proved to be
The happiest hour,
The shower of sweet drops.
We bestowed the crimson love.


Her lips said,
kiss me softly,
and speak to me low
Trust me dear,
the time is near,
Kiss me dear!
And I kissed her,
And kissed her gently,
and said,
you are beautiful, dear.

I kissed her lips,
And I tasted honey.
I sniffed her hair and said,
you smell like garden of roses.

I kissed her again, and
Earth went under my feet;
My soul was no longer
with in my body.

It seemed,
I touched the sky,
And brought the moon.
I had heard of the happiness,
I actually experienced it.

I told her,
You are an angel.
You’re the lifeline,
keeping me alive.


A bliss of kiss,
A kiss on lips,
Bliss lasting till eternity,
So precious, so sweet.

The first touch,
the morn in itself,
the hug through the shoulder,
The warm breaths.

The closed eyes
And tight hands around the back.
The sincerity of passion,
And closeness of souls.

So,
for a short while,
Still the essence of it,
Lasting forever.

I kissed the first time,
The first kiss.
Then to those hundred more,
And adding to those thousands one.

I kissed her, and I kissed her.
I kissed her, to make it million more.
And adding to those zillion one.
I kissed her, and I kissed her.




And I kissed her again,
A fresh,
a new,
as we first begun.

I kissed her.
Here,
there and everywhere.
And I died kissing her.

Black

This is something i wrote on 26th February, 2008. One of my oldest writing.

That day, my friend Raxit, (now in Adani Power) came to my room. That time were in 8th semester. He came to me at my room at around 20 hrs and asked me to write him a para on the movie black. phew. what ? blah blah blah. Then he brought me a CD of Black movie and we saw it. After completion of the movie i started narrating him and he started jotting down the following thing. Here it is:

History says that if you want to win you need to concentrate on your actions never through arguments. But tour de force BLACK says – win through your actions as well as arguments. As you can see from my non-materialistic up-hill definition of 5 distinguished letters:

B – blatant

L – limpid

A – alacrity

C – citadel

K – kindle

Mr. Devraj Sahay, remained the cause as well the effect he ramined a teacher and a preacher indeed. He barged in magic as well as illusions. He let his student preach the roll of thought, he taught her to coach herself the outcome. Though they failed many times, but they indeed never failed. They’re actually accelerated towards the pinnacle. They drew an exponential line towards the growth having the positive slope. A learned cerebral wise mortal committed in his structure believed in courage & overlooking danger – same were the legacies in his student.

There’re times when the guardians of that wicked & pathetic kid were the only barriers, but the magician lucidly handled the limitations by his ART:

A – appreciate & acknowledge
R – restate your own commitment
T – trace down your own committement

He didn’t played a knock out game – though it might turn – up as & never allowed any body to do that & tried to imbibe that there is always a sunrise after the sunset. This movie clearly portrays – the dark is always dark but light is not always light.

On the footnote of her teacher, preacher, she went on & on & on & on, never gave up, she debated herself, she repeated the past & there by accelerated the change at this junction I’d like to encapsulate my short presentation about the movie by uttering some words by George Bernard Show:

“You see things; & you say why
I dream things that never where;
& I say why not”?

Ode to Thee

Heavenly Drops:

You’re the one, who gave me words,
You’re the one, who taught me speak,
You’re the one who made me live my life - -

You’re my resilient power,
You’re my source of inspiration,
You’re my musings,
You’re my success,
You’re my destruction,
You’re my power,
You’re my sacrifice,
You’re my prosperity,
You’re my music,
You’re my rhythm,
You’re my humming,
You’re the soul of my life.

Our relationship,
So pure, so strong.
None shall cross,
None shall break.
Friends forever.

It starts with
A tiny life in a cocoon,
Gestation starts,
Life sprung,
In the warmth
Of togetherness.
Like gold
Spun inside.

And then
Our friendships’ aromatic
Like sweet fragrance of earth
During first rain
And we flashed,
Like seven colours
Of a rainbow,
High in the sky.


In the first rain,
We drenched together,
We danced together,
We laughed together,
We walked,
Hand in hand,
We sat,
Under a tree,
To take rest,
To whisper,
To play,
The warmness grew,
Sheer closeness
And nothing else.
Pure and impeccable,
Strong and resounding,
Resilient and symbiotic.

Rain never stops,
To drench us,
With its pureness.

Warmness of our relationship,
Grew stronger and stronger.
Fragrance of our relationship,
Became heavenly good.

We danced together,
On the seventh heaven,
Amid the constellations,
In the ambience
Of sparkling lights,
We could see each other,
And were ready to drink
The sparkle of realationship.

P.S. This post is also dedicated to Zeher.