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Flickering flame...

Birth and death are two significant events in human existence. They are happenings in the universe as human life is related to the universe. Birth is a door of entry and death is not a door for exit, but an entry to another state of existence.

Never... and never

Birth is a universal happening...,!
Beginning of an eventful existence.
An explosion in the galaxies,
Create new stars enter
The macrocosm.
To be through an agonizing inhabitancy.
Orbiting for years in pain silenced !
On the circuits of a tumultuous journey.
Death... is another impressive event
Among the stars... glorious..!
A calm existential experience...
Like quietly dousing a flickering flame
And allowing to a cool gush of light...
Like closing a book ,
Finishing even the very last page ...
Retreating to a calm sleep.
Birth and life do not guarantee love,
And the one you love..
Life teaches to search for oneself
Among the debris of existence.
Veiled under a hopeless void,
A taunting emptiness..!
Death relieves ...!
taking away the laden luggages.
Teaching to be blissfully lonely,
Smiling like a sparkling dew drop
Never... and never to be unloved !------------------------
rtv
25/8/2009

Across the desert dunes

Set in the back drop of a romantic Arabian evening... It can happen in a haweli in Rajasthan, in a hut in a dusty Tamil Nadu village or a semi-urban home of Kerala hills. The basic instincts in men and women are the same anywhere.

Khaleel


The damp Night glistens ..
Rain retreats after an evening shower.
Clouds await to touch the earth again …
Warm golden glow stream out of the
Distant cottage …
Barqat, sits on the carpet of her home,
With gleam in her yearning eyes.
Khaleel is singing ….
He sings for his friends after years ….
Khaleel who sings for the world,
Touching emotions of lands,
Now, singing for the loved ones
They listen painfully, knowing
Khaleel has to leave by dawn.
Ruffled hair, sunken eyes,
Skin, weather-beaten …
The fire in the eyes weakly flickering,
Khaleel is singing ….
The cresecendo …
Khaleel coughs, voice shifts,
Breath. Struggles short,
Khaleel continues singing …
The music is over …
The song of the desserts ….
The strain of the night-flowers …
The rhythm of the war-horses….
Call for an encore !
Khaleel goes silent ….
Friends plead for more …
They touch his hands in request.
Khaleel raises his eyes …
A weak smile,
A transcending glance beyond Barqat's anguished eyes,
He whispers,
"Songs sung for you tonight are my best …
Now let the after-glow of them
Make your hearts radiant.
The most beautiful and treasured feelings
Should not be repeated and spoilt …."
Khaleel coughs ….
A strong mid-night wind sways the drapes !
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rtv
09-09-2002

Seasons...

Autumn precedes the chilly winter. It is the 'fall'. It is rain of dry leaves filling the ground. The leafless boughs are ready to plunge into a harsh winter. It’s a chain of seasons in life.

Autumn...

It is Autumn ….
Leaves fall dry.
'Fall' does not hold
the green and the lush on the boughs.
Comes the winter …
Then the riotous spring.
Buds break out again.
A festival of tender green.
Trees sway in leafy glory.
On the ground,
Still its the ruffle of the old dry leaves.

Kings and Queens

Every life is a make-believe world of enacting. We are attached to the players around in the play., some are heroes, some Kings and Queens and some are close to our hearts.

Kings and Queens

The play ……
The last scene,
Kings and Queens,
And ordinary mortals on stage.
A story ending...
The play enacted for the world.
By the children of the earth.

A story of short lives,
And the legends of the fragile.
Reign kings and queens in the play.
Princes and angels,
Smiles and tears..
Mid way the play,
Kings lose wars ..
Some die wounded !
Queens weep in agony
They fall on the trails of angels.

The last wick of the lamp
Flickers... in the wind.
Who made the story…?!
Why the script go amiss?
Why do they leave early?
Why my kings and queens die?

I needed them,
To keep me alive !
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rtv
07.07.09

Voyage ..

The most helpless thing about life, , or being on a voyage together is that you would not know when your Paper Boat sinks in a sudden gush of current.

Paper boat

Paper boats
In the river,
River of time !
Eternally long !
Floating, moving slow,
Fast in the current,
Some boats capsize !
A blue boat among the
Sunken.
I know dearly the faces of the sailors,
In the blue boat
It is me ….. my life ….
Yet the river flows quietly...

rtv
18.06.2009