I love to loiter

I love to loiter and lounge

around

the emerald mountains and

prance

the long beautiful pastures

in bleary trance.

Loving the ephemeral moments

to my fill

I love to loiter and lounge

around

the dense bushes

unknown unbound

the stillness broken occasionally

,by

the cacophony of the

 animals

and

 the shrill of a strong wind.

I love to mingle in the crowds

of the hustling bustling

bazaars.

throbbing with cries of

Vendors men and women

displaying

myriad wares on the

pavements

of the huge macadamized

roads.

Haggling over the prices

With

The women vendors for a good meal of

fishes

my pleasant pastime

enjoying

their fury and frown

Smiles and serenity

 Amazing selling skills of

theirs

enthral me the most.

I love to loiter and lounge

around

the delightful Dal

lake

pedalling on the rippling waters

in a colourful shikara

sipping ‘Kahwa’

looking at the bewitching

marvels

of scintillating beauty of the

Surroundings..

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THE CITY OF THE SUN.

Srinagar

 Dal  lake  in  Morning Sun rays      THE CITY OF THE SUN                                                    

 I love my city immensely

The city of the Sun.

Swathed

In the morning Sunshine

Crimson cool but sublime

Sprakling the snow capped cliffs

of the faraway mountains

The river

Refracts the sunrays falling

on to the shimmering placid

waters.

The quietness is broken by the leap splash

Of the roaming frisking birds

A growling leopard

The village folks singing songs

While

rowing rickety boats

With their daily wares.

To sell..

I love my city so adorable

The city of the Sun.

adorned by the Natural beauty

Of

Turquoise waterfalls ,lakes with

Green pastures carpeted

all over with glorious

Fruit, flora and fauna

I love my city so immensely

The city of the Sun

Waking up

To the agog of its early risers

Leaping up on to their regular

chores.

Peddling off their bike

 listening

to the Tongas’ honking horns

Cars fleeting with a screech

And the scores of peddlers humming

Melodies of  the taste

getting

melted into the city crowds.

for the love of their

Lovables

I love my city immensely

The city of the Sun.

TRUE LOVE


You may buy everything

from pin to car

but

alas cannot buy anywhere.

True Love

not a commodity

to

Share or tear

unavailable even on auction

at the highest

bid.

Not a princess or gorgeous beauty

for sale on a price

either.

 True Love

is

call of one soul

to

another soul

from

the inner recesses of unknown

infinity..

True Love

is

lovely and

is

lovely.

Struck by the Cupid

Rousing flames of irrepressible

Desire

Intoxicating body and mind

into the sweetness of

Madeira

Tossing up the lovers’ hearts

into

the fantasies of romance

and charm

True Love

   is

lovely and

  is

      Lovely .

THE MAGICAL SMILE

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THE MAGICAL  SMILE

 

The magical smile on her face

Sets my nerves and heart to race

With

passion and love

The furtive seductive glances

entices me to corny dances

                                                                           with

passion and love.

Her bewitching smile

Lunges me to her charms

holding the lithe lissom

Contours of the surging body

In my arms

my sensuous lips intoxicated

with

passion and love.

lap up enormous nudity

Of

The enchanting beauty.

Her sweet Smile

Lures and entices me to ensnare

with

passion and love.

for a blissful pleasure.

The gorgeous smile

With giggles and coquettish moves

finds

me clung to be wrapped

up

around only her

MY FORSAKEN LOVE

There is no one left to love me

anymore

my mum my dad went long back

ashore

Into the realms of times.

No one

to admire abhore

No one

to surprise surmount

No one

to surpass surmise

Lonely   I

drift around in the

alleys nooks corners

walk through the bushes

Into deep woods

Pass by the tall deodars

amongst the fragrance of

Daffodils, rambling roses, dewy dandelions

to

Seek my forsaken

love

Lonely I

drift around the placid brooks

With

a number of rooks

Perched

On the dense shrubs

Surrounding the rivulets .

Listening to the

Coo

of

cuckoo wren lark

lonely I

 drift around on and on

the crumpled leaves marshy verdure

watching the Nature’s magnificient

treasure

dark clouds looming overhead

the evening slipping into night

presenting a bewitching sight

lonely I

drift around to

Seek my forsaken

love.

LIFE AND LOVE

Life and love cannot live without

Companion

beautiful and bouncing

brave and benevolent

     to

wring out sizzling music like

 harmonium.

Soothing and sinewing

together

heart and soul

deep into blissful recesses

blowing

over the fierce storm

engulfing

everything comfortable and

warm

life and love cannot live without

companion

churlish and charming

soft and sugary

 but

hard and hefty

pulling

the ship full of

struggles and strife

to the moorings

   of

bountiful life

Life and love cannot live without

Campanion.

Dear and darling

Pure and pious

Sweet and sour

   but

definitely not the

   Tower

    Of babel.

THE CROWS ON THE SEA

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The  Crows on the  Kapaleeshwrar sea

 

The Crows not in twos or threes

but in scores

bustling   hustling     over

the limitless blues

of Kapleeshwrar seas.

       mingling

 with the myriad hues

  Of waves rising falling

 With

  every strong gale

    Lapping up the pungent shore

      The crows crying spontaneously

  Caw Caw  Caw

Flying low overhead people

ambling on the beach

in a flash of fright everyone

stoops down with

screech

And the crows speedily slantingly

move

over the mesmerizing blues.

Leaving everybody in bewilderment.

The crows crying simultaneously

Caw Caw Caw

bustling hustling around

Some

walking playfully in a stately gait

     while others

Swooping on theShored dustbin feast

        for a sumptuous treat.

The crows bustling hustling

crying

Caw Caw   Caw

Caressing

The tidal waves

vanishing in placid

muse

over deep distant

blues.