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Thursday, September 13, 2012

Dream Girl

It was the stubble
That was the hurdle.
Time was running out,
He had to get out.

A quick shave in haste,
With this and that paste,
Gets his cheek to shine, 
It was well past nine.

Last flick to his hair,
Makes sure of his flair,
A slap of perfume,
He felt armed with plume.

To impress, he climbed
Into bed, wide eyed,
For it was the night,
His dream girl, come might.


:D

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Passionate Woods



Walk with me,
In these woods,

A carpet of 
Dried leaves,
Crackle in murmurs
Insinuating passions,
We walk by.

An erect root,
Plunging into
The moist earth,
Trips Us Against
Its tree trunk,
We pause.

On this bed of
Wood, we wed,
Creepers sprout
from my hands,
Entwine you
Garland you
I pause.

A sweeping breeze
Chants, Enchants,
Blows your hair,
Exposing your
Sacrificial neck
You look to
The skies,
You pause.

A thousand leaves,
Kiss above,
A thousand rays,
Rain from the gaps 
of their lips,
Strike you,
Bless us,
They pause.

A moment of 
Silence,
Two hearts beat
Into One,
Disappear.

Monday, September 3, 2012

Words, Only Words

Let
me cast
A   net   of
words to draw you 
near, hoping that you will
maybe  lend an ear to what
they wish to say, Let me also
make some space here    just a little so
that your eyes can peep through it and enter
into  A maze of thoughts by their twists and turns.
Fret not now,these few lines won't grow much longer
for they have been set to one particular meter
that grows by a word and then descends
shedding one word a time till such
A line comes where you are
left dangling all alone In
sudden desertion by the
very words that
wished you
Here.

Friday, August 31, 2012

My Love, My ..........

Breathe Over Me
A lilting breeze,
Just so cold,
A naked skin,
Would be fond.

Sprinkle over me
Tiny Orbs of Drops,
Just so small,
A naked skin,
Would adorn.

My Love, My Bangalore

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Door





A door awaits you,
Find it.
A door awaits you,
Enter it.

A door
That guards not,
To keep you away..
That stands only,
To guide you this way..
That draws you,
To whisk you away..

As you approach, knock not,
It flings its arms open
in welcome.

Pause a moment,
ponder over,
the trail you've
left behind

Close your eyes,
let the wind
Carry you over to
the other side.

As you cross the border
Of two worlds,
Place your finger,
A delicate touch
On the door,
Like a groom does
to A bride,
Suffuse it's weathered
body and soul with
An imprint of
your life,

Let it breathe In
your travails,
into its grains,

Let go your finger,
Enter it, And
Consummate.

~nanda
photo details:
Evening at  Chanoutha Village
Chamba District, Himachal Pradesh
30/5/2012

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

He Trod Away..



He trod away,
On his way
Far away.

Along waves
Of Green,
By the lanes
Of Earth.

Nature beckons,
Sends summon.
As birds chirp,
A sermon.

The grass blades
In the glades,
Snip his palms.
As he wades.
A faint cut,
Permits Passage.

Her Eyes follow,
Longing sprouts,
Pearly tears
Adorn Her 
Lids.

His frame flames
And fades Over
The horizon.
Her heart freezes
Into the Dark,
Fringes Of Stillness
Within.

~
He trod away,
On his way,
Far away.


-nanda
photo details: 
Morning at Kuarsi Village,
Chamba District, Himachal Pradesh
29/5/2012

Monday, July 2, 2012

Morning





The messenger wind,
Runs, hops and ambles,
about the leaves,
Bringing with it,
Uttering of other
leaves far away,..

"Wake up! Curl up!"
"Droop no more!"
"The sun is out"

Wakes the trees up,
With a gentle nudge
Does the Excited wind,
As the leaves rustle
A Welcome to the
Cleansing rays,



Which nestles on leaves,
Penetrates the gaps,
Till they be trapped
In the maze,
Of knit leaves,
As Clouds smile at 
this play,

I stand underneath,
Half wet with shine
Half kissed with shade,

The light promises me
Unseen Temptation, 
The shade promises me
Seen Satisfaction,

To Whose side shall I 
Snuggle over to ?

-nanda
photo details: 
Sunrise at Kuarsi Village,
Chamba District, Himachal Pradesh
29/5/2012

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

The Temptress


Eyes Of the Mistress,
Fuel A Fire,
Of Desire..

Lashes Of the Seductress,
Ensnare A Maze
Of Secrets..

In the Naked Light,
Two Bodies Alight,
Groping Hands,
Stoke the Heat,
Skins Melt,
Passion Reigns.

Lips of the Temptress,
Pray to be Prey,
To my Preying..
Trick Me, Trip Me,
Into the Realmsfulfil
Of Conjuring arms..

Her Bosom Heaves,
A Trail Of Pleas,
A Path I follow,
Into her Depths,
To fulfill,
To feel.


-nanda

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Monday, April 30, 2012

Lips

Lusty Lips,
Mine & Yours,
Come & Converse,.

In a Weary Voice,
Of Breathless Gasps,
And Passionate Pants,.

They speak A Language,
Of Voracious Lisps,
These lusty lips

Drenched in Twists of
Tangled Tongues

That Seek to Only
Discover & Devour
Pleasure in Every
Whispered Fold,.

As They depart,
They Pinch a Painful Drop
To Savor & Survive 
Separation,

Until they meet,
To Speak Again,.
These,
Longing Lusty Lips,
Mine & Yours.

Monday, April 2, 2012

Pages


Pages of your Life turn,
Stories Unfurl..

Places appear,
Disappear..
Savour some,
Skip some,

People appear
Disappear..
Savour some,
Skip some,

Pages of your life turn,
Place a bookmark where,
You will carry on from
the next day.

Pages of your life turn,
Fold the corners where,
You wish to return,
Again and again..

-nanda

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

A Bus Ride


He stood at the bus stop,
In the evening summer heat.
With each passing minute,
A bead of sweat sprung on
the furrows of his forehead.

His bus arrived, he felt a
matter-of-fact attitude in 
its approach, a service,
for him and many others.
With no place to sit, he
stood by the body high windows,
that bared the world outside.

A faint stream of cool air,
blew at his hair from above,
Beads of sweat left him one-by-one,
Giving relief which seemed
A luxury until now,
Incessant banter and chatter
of others around, dimmed the
cool comfort he briefly felt.

The conductor neared him,
As the bus wobbled and swayed,
He showed him the travel pass,
In his wallet, the conductor
left to check on others.

As he was flapping back,
he saw the familiar image,
trying to peek from the wallet,
He opened it and brought it
closer, Her photograph,
Much more valuable than
anything his wallet ever
held.

He swallowed glimpses of her,
which seemed to numb
his senses and surroundings,
The banter and chatter
went mute,
The wobbling and swaying
lost motion,
The bare world outside,
turned opaque..

He lost balance in this state,
of non-interactiveness.
Which jolted him out of his
romantic reverie.
He looked out, at the bare
outside world.
It didn't seem familiar..

It happened again..

He missed where he had to 
get out.,
He missed where they were
to meet.
He had lost his way.....


-nanda

Monday, March 5, 2012

Satisfaction - सुकून


मन में लगी थी इक  ऐसी  जूनून 
सोचा था की  मैं पा सकूं सुखून 
फिरने लगा  मैं, हे मेरी  जुस्तजू 

घूमा घूमा चारों ओर
मिली नहीं कहीं भी 

मिली है इक ऐसी थकान  
जिससे सांस की अंतराल मैं 
कभी कभी महसूस होती है 

वोह छुपा सुकून  ...
-नंदा 

An Obsession grew in my mind,
A thought that I could attain Satisfaction,
I started in quest, for this search of mine.

I roamed and roamed,
In vain,
I did not find it anywhere,

What I did find was a Fatigue,
That in the Intervals of my breath,
Gives a faint Sensation, 
Of that hiding Satisfaction ...
-nanda


Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Of A Lost Love..

A familiar fragrance 
that stings,
A comforting embrace 
that wrangles,
Memories of a Lost Love,
Will you never bid me Adieu.

Traces of Trinkets 
that Prick,
Places of passion,
where ghosts now haunt,
Memories of a Lost Love,
Will you never bid me Adieu.

That time of the night,
Where your Voice left a Void,
That moment of Life,
When two Loves lost way..   

Memories of a Lost Love,
Please bid me Adieu.


Happy Valentine's Day

Friday, February 10, 2012

Poem


A Crescent arrives,
Hinting a full moon.

A full moon, 
At whose sight, 
My mind goes restless.

Sighting a shadow, 
thinking it to be you,
This heart,
Lets out a lightening.

~~~

Where is My poem,
The one I wrote in my dreams.
Did it melt in my eyes,
Or did the Dawn wipe it away.

Find me my poem now,
Or at least return me my dream.


~~

In the evenings' dusk, 
In the by-lanes of my mind,
I search for the lost face.

In the tarred streets,
That melt in the heat,
The love-lorn flower withers.

With each drop of rain
Shed from A cloud,
I search for you,

In the breaking waves,
I search in pain,
For the lost love..

If I see your beautiful face once,
Satisfied I will be, with peace.

Then,

With a finger tip,
I shall touch you,
And be born a hundred times over.

~~~

That one look, 
That one voice,
That one touch I yearn for.

The heat of that breath,
That drops A kiss, 
Wishing it forever, i sweat.

The sweat drenched shirt of yours, 
I wish the smell sticks to me..

When your face blossoms for me,
The pleasure,
that pricks the cheek, 
I ask for.
I ask for..

Made of Stone, 
this heart of mine,
I said, to you, my friend.

Like a flag struck 
into the stone,
You have sprouted in my heart.


A Translation of an "intense" Tamil song..


Song: Enge en Kavithai
Original Lyrics: Vairamuthu
Music: ARR

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Regret - अफ़सोस


Which do I Regret More?
किस से है और अफ़सोस ?
She Won't Sleep no more,
with me.
की वोह और नहीं सोएगी अब,
मेरे साथ
Or,                   
या
Sleep too won't sleep no more,
with me.                  
अब नींद भी सोती नहीं है
मेरे साथ

Defeat


Defeat,
        Is a Strange Word.

Do I smile for,
        It, I haven't seen.

Do I be Sad for,
        It, I haven't seen,

Which gifts me Defeat.