Eternal tranquility merges
In the mountain peeks…..
And the grief mantles the pinnacle.
The joviality of the soul
Dissolves into the rhythmic rime
And touches the zenith…
The rivulet strings tunes the tones
Of the undying mystic resonances
To flow into the five senses of life.
Enduring pulses of death and birth
Lay its trampling foot steps
On the life bed of the seasonal expressions.
At the enchantments of the
Anonymous deity’s splendour,
Malicious instruments reverberate.
Matted-hair-crown quivers…
Great mountainous composition evolves..
And the dense woods vibrate.
All Epic woes thaw out and amass
And spring valleys burst out.
Who names this incessant descend
Of tear drops rain …rain…?
Who calls the chillness of conscious spirits
Of all lives, rain…rain…?
Standing near the wall side
As a compassionate shower of cloud trees
Seeing tiny dreams in the hands
Of tender green sprout outs.
Recalling the nuptials of jackals
In the rainy- sunny pedestal.
Feeling the kiss of burning lips
Before the bedroom door is closed.
Weaving hundreds of golden saplings
In the echoes of the fields.
Chanting the mantras of nature
Like a mother’s disquiet to the tender tulsi.
Creating love streams for the crystal fishes
In the scattering memories of love.
Portraying the rising pictures binding
The tales of midways and anklets.
Rendering the antique songs
Of the thulavarsha clouds
And ancient mythical stories
Trickling of the blackish drops
Of the bowed deep sighed huts…..
Distracting the deep street slumber
Of the vagabound in the old torn out sack.
Erasing the awful odours
By the fragrant flow of aromas
Who named this spell of laughter
Rain…rain?
Along with the far-flung tempest
Absorbing the sorrow of the forests.
Revolving around the earth, writhe
In Lightening…. land slides and yelling…
Turning the cries of gushing red waves
Into pristine ocean blooms.
Mounting as a flying bird
In the burning flames of the sword roar.
Burning the grandiose fingers
In Earthly cadence of the wondered bosom.
Spreading the rustling of the leaves around
And accomplishing the speed of the chariot
And a celestial grandeur.
Becoming the uproarious shouting
Of one crore untied horses.
Changing to a murderous dancer
Devastating all the cities.
Turning to a ferocious whirlpool
Devouring all sandbanks.
Who called this insane flood,
Pour….rain…rain….?
Who spelled this revengeful
Deadly surge rain….rain….?
Saluting and crying at the sand bed
Which keeps the corpse of the dreary river
Intertwining the past, present, future
And all spaces in a single wet thread
Making out that rain
Was a wave in some ocean…sometime…..
To take in…. rain is in me and
To understand the Everlasting relation
I am drenched in this rain
Standing on this Sun scorched paths
I am soaked in this rain
Standing on the steppingstone of this life
Facades of all Self arrogance,
On the back of self pride, dissolves in the rain
I am walking on this road
Sowing the grains of virtues again….
Finally, I’m a unique silent tomb,
as the rain vanish
Finally, rain to the vacuum of the ultimate sky
as me Fades away…
