Best Poems From
(28th August 1961)
The busy bird returns to its nest at the end of the day
When the whole little world waits for him
With an adoring glance blended with enviable emotions
It gives up the social cover and relaxes
The darkness gradually conquers the earth
And when it retires in the lap of the mystery night
An exotic implausible dream keeps him
Pondering over the matter till the daybreaks.
The dream moves like a motion picture
Which he visualizes delicately
A reptile peeps into the cell
Through a sand hole
And notices another reptile snoring leisurely
It crawls inside crossing all barriers
Leaving its whole body somewhere outside
And bolts the compartment from inside
An absolute silence prevails there
During the midnight hour
Both the reptiles get hypnotized
And lose them in a sea of passion
With mutual consent and deep attraction
A generous storm sweeps away
Anything self-seeking at this hour
All controls lose control
All bounds break
And all joints relax, together they
Immerse in the ocean of endearing feelings
And fight a consented battle all through
The sensuous darkness is not for ever, they know
In the next morning when the bird appears in its nest
Deeply engrossed in yawning penance like a monk
No reptile is seen around
Usually dreams seldom come true
But give pleasant ride to the dreamer.
Confusion is the seed of relation
When relation grows
It breeds confusion
Only when one becomes
Some one of somebody
Can overpower confusion
And further the relation.
When unknown becomes known
A stranger becomes a relation
Culmination of confusion occurs
When at all there is no aspiration
From out of the existing relation.
And in fact it is the perfect relation
That lasts for many births
Yes, that is achieved
As of late I have discovered
What is my confusion?
For last couple of days
I have an impetus to ponder over
Any one questions me or not
I intend to express my intention.
What is that?
I am allowed to be alone
Where there is silence all around.
I would plunge into deep penance
And listen to the whispers
Of the loneliness and the voice of silence.
I shall realize the echo of
My heart and what is in me
In my conscious, sub-conscious
And unconscious self
And to read me
Who am I?
And am endowed with what
To unfurl the petals after petals
Of my heart
I would prefer dark to light
I know light camouflages one
With gala and etiquette
To manifest the hypocritical
Civilization and its mundane ideology
Darkness eats away all artifice
It encourages and impels one
To relax the swinging tentacles
Like an emancipated reptile
When he reads himself bit by bit in silence?
A black curtain is spread
Night grows to attain puberty
Darkness embraces everything around
Dreams appear and conquer many.
Heart unfolds the petals
From the bottom of the sea
The jewels emerge one after another.
A reign of solitude begins
Bringing loneliness for
For their same body
Strangers are strangers
Till they meet or write
Strangers are known
The moment they react
Strangers are friends
When they exchange words.
Once the relation starts
It grows like wild plants
With luxuriant foliage
Swells up like a mountain stream in Rain.
It cares little
The bridges and dams
The obstacles and hindrances
And the bondage.
What is right
And what is wrong?
And spread in blindly like a wag
They fall pray to an ardent attraction
Value the relation unique
Where there is no expectation.
An absolute faith on some one
And an element of trust and belief
Is called Love
Or infatuation you may call it.