PLEASE SEE WHAT THE RUSSIANS HAD TO SAY ON THE NEW YEAR AND CHRISTMAS JANUARY 7TH 2008

PLEASE SEE WHAT THE RUSSIANS HAD TO SAY ON THE NEW YEAR AND CHRISTMAS JANUARY 7TH 2008

PLEASE SEE WHAT THE RUSSIANS HAD TO SAY ON THE NEW YEAR

December 31, 2007
Monday

A New Year Address to the Nation.

Dear fellow citizens of Russia, Dear friends,

Today I would like to say something special to you. As we see off the outgoing year, I want to sincerely thank you for everything that we have done together with you during the past eight years.

All that we have managed to achieve would have been simply impossible without your steadfast support, without your trust, without your direct participation in the revival of our country.

We have not only restored the territorial integrity of Russia. But once again we are able to feel we are a united people. And all these years we worked together to preserve our country, to transform it into a modern, free, strong state able to provide its citizens with a convenient and comfortable life.

We have seen how, from year to year, Russia has been gaining in strength and becoming stronger. How our economy has been growing. How new opportunities have been opening up for the people.

To be sure, we have not managed to do everything. But I am quite certain that the road the people have chosen for Russia is the right road and that it will lead us to success. We have everything to achieve our goal – our great history, colossal resources, courage, industriousness and intellectual potential of our great nation.

Dear friends,

In a few minutes, we shall usher in the New Year. This is a holiday filled with love for our dear ones, with the warmth of our homes. A holiday of hope and belief that everything will turn out the way we want it to turn out. That our life will become better. That our children will be happy. That our elderly people will be healthy and safe. That our country will become stronger and blossom.

So let us wish each other new achievements. And, of course, we shall raise our glasses to the health and happiness of our near and dear, to those whom we value and cherish more than anything else in the world. To whom we give the warmth of our hearts and with whom we want to be together.

So may your most cherished dreams come true! Be happy, dear friends!

I wish you all the best for the New Year!

READ WHAT THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA HAD TO SAY ON EASTER- 2007

Presidential Message: Easter 2007

White House News

Easter 2007

"Rejoice!"
Matthew 28

Laura and I send greetings to all those celebrating the glorious Easter holiday.

The Resurrection of Jesus Christ is the most important event of the Christian faith. Easter morning holds wonder and promise, and it is a chance for people everywhere to gather with family and friends to celebrate the power of love conquering death. In this season of renewal, we can rejoice in Christ's rising, draw strength and inspiration from His example, and remember that in the end, even death itself will be defeated.

This Easter we pray for all our men and women in uniform and for the military families whose loved ones are deployed on important missions in distant lands. We remember especially those who have given their lives in freedom's cause.

On this powerful day, let us join together and give thanks to the Almighty for the glory of His grace.

Happy Easter, and may God bless you.

GEORGE W. BUSH

December 24, 2007
Monday

The Year of the Family aims to revive family values in Russia.

Speaking at the ceremony, President Vladimir Putin addressed his greetings to parents of large families, young families and senior citizens.

Mr Putin said that laying the foundations for a strong family requires immense daily effort, hard work, patience and responsibility. The Year of the Family should make a vital contribution to reviving a responsible and respectful attitude towards family values, the President said.

Earlier, Mr Putin declared 2008 the Year of the Family in Russia. A decree to this effect was signed in June 2007.

An Islamic Offshoot - Zikri Baluch

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Jaunpur, Uttar Pradesh-Birth of the promised Mehdi (Syed Muhammed Jaunpuri) Besides the grand Sharki period mosque

Ramadan 2007 / 1428 : Day 30 for October 12

The Zikri Baluch are an offshoot of mainstream Islam that is concentrated in the Baluchistan Province of Pakistan. There are about 750,000 adherents in this group. Most Zikris live in Baluchistan, but a large number also live in the region around Karachi and Iran. A high percentage of Zikris are involved in fishing, mainly along the coast of the Arabian Sea. Some are also involved in farming, basket weaving and making other hand crafted items.

Muslim But Different

Their practices are based around the teachings of Syed Mohammad Jaunpuri, a 15th century and South Asian Islamic Messiah figure (Mahdi). In religious practice, the Zikris differ greatly from mainstream Muslims. Zikris perform five daily prayer rituals called Zikr in which sacred verses are recited which differ from orthodox Islamic prayer. Zikris do pilgrimage to their most famous shrine at Koh-e-Murad, near the city of Turbat in Baluchistan, on the twenty seventh night of Ramadan. “Koh” means “mountain”, and “Murad” is a name, meaning “aim”or “desire”. It has been reported that the Zikris perform rites similar to a traditional Hajj when on pilgrimage to the shrine.

The name Zikri comes from the Arabic word dhikr (pronounced “Zikr” in South Asia) that refers to remembrance, usually of Allah. This is reflective of the Zikri worship, focused on the recitation of Islamic credos. The movement of Syed Jaunpuri started as a reaction to the worldly pursuits of the Muslim elite. Zikris have faced persecution mainly from Sunni Muslims, but this usually has occurred in areas where they are in a minority, or in conflict with non-Zikri power groups. The Zikri came to Baluchistan seeking safety, and in their isolation, they deviated from the Muslim majority practices.

The Future Question

It is probable that many other influences will come into the lives of the Zikri in the coming years. The Pakistani and Chinese governments have been deeply involved in developing the Gwadar deep-sea port which is being linked to the rest of Pakistan, to China and to Central Asia through a system of roads and pipelines. Gwadar’s population is about 50% Zikri. If the forecasted economic development based on the port actually takes place all of Baluchistan and the region will be significantly affected.

It has been reported by a couple of fishermen that Jesus appeared to them in a storm and rescued them while on a fishing trip. Pray that many more Zikri fishermen would truly encounter Jesus, and become real fishers of men!

Prayer Requests for the Zikri Baluch:

* In recent years a number of Zikris who have become followers of Jesus. Pray for growth in the ways of God (faith, hope and love) for all of these new believers (1 Cor 13).

* Pray also that these new believers would make known their faith among their family and friends, and that whole families and clans would become followers of Jesus.

* Pray that the top religious leaders of the Zikris would come to know Jesus, through the Scriptures, testimonies, films, dreams, visions, healings, etc., so that their followers would also embrace the Truth.

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That Deadly Bolt from the Blue

Navtej Sarna

Seven years ago it made big bold screaming headlines; today those headlines are relegated to the back files of newspapers. That is what time does to tragedy.

Seven years ago a cool but vigorous breeze blew down the streets of North Delhi . And became, suddenly, a furious sound that burst upon us. Flames sprouted from an electricity pole at the Maurice Nagar crossing and we began to sprint for shelter as the transformation from cool and lovely to cool and deadly became complete. Today fear and bewilderment mark the memories of those terrifying minutes.

We had crouched in a college corridor as the ill wind swept past us. Caught in the backlash of a flippant generation, we had, even then as we crouched, begun to wonder - a la Snoopy - whether it was a bird, a place or what. Only to discover later that it had been a tornado. It had seemed a vicious magic device unleashed by an angry god. Striking down a narrow, unfortunate path, the storm had left huge trees uprooted, walls flattened, buses overturned, and many people dead.

There was a tossed-up statue, a murderous labyrinth of power lines, and a strange, almost unholy calm.

It lasted barely a few minutes. First, it attacked the senses as it came hurtling down with a flash from Shakti Nagar towards Maurice Nagar. Then, it attacked the body as it began to suck up everything in its way into its gigantic self. And, finally, it sped off losing its force gradually and emptying its bowls along the way.

A scooter going down Mall Road was deposited on the roof of Khalsa College ,

a soft drink kiosk near Delhi University ’s Arts Faculty was found, battered and bent, nearly 500 meters away. Buses were flung a hundred meters off their course, and the human casualties were horrifying.

People who saw it from afar remember it today as a very beautiful cloud, but the weatherman it was who analyzed the vicious face of this funnel-shaped fury. Even as people hunted for a name to describe this phenomenon, scientists at the Meteorological Department pointed out that a tornado was a bit of a mystery, even to them.

It was not the same thing as a cyclone, they said. A cyclone has a diameter of at least 100 km and lasts several days. A tornado is rarely over a kilometer in diameter and lasts only a few moments. A rare happening was a tornado in the USA which lasted over seven hours.

Take a thunderstorm and add to it a combination of thermal and mechanical forces and you will get the ménage a trois of nature that goes by the name of tornado.

Rotating Winds

Winds rotating at a high speed usually in an anticlockwise direction form a whirlpool structure. A semi-cavity forms in the vortex with the centrifugal forces creating a vacuum, and this gives the tornado its destructive power. The enormous pressure difference sucks objects mercilessly into the seemingly insatiable belly of the storm and the debris which is collected gives the tornado its dark, ominous colour.

The tornado is a frequent happening in the USA . These short-lived, ferocious storms hit hard and fast and often in “families” of two or three. In an awesome 25 minutes in 1942, Baldwyn in Mississippi was hit by two tornadoes. A stunned Minnesota in 1951 saw an 83-ton railroad coach with 117 passengers swept 80-ft into the air and flung into a ditch. Oklahoma has been struck by over two dozen such storms since 1892.

Tornadoes are difficult to predict; the only prediction which can be made with any certainty is that of a severe thunderstorm. A tentative area of high tornado-potential can then be marked off. Sky warm stations in the USA manned by trained watchers keep a keen lookout for these storms. Localized destruction patterns help the community organize warnings and evacuations. Ironically, it is the frequency of the tornado that has established an effective warning system.

In India , tornadoes have usually occurred in rural areas; the Delhi tornado was probably the first to hit a thickly populated area. The absence of concrete structures in rural areas has kept casualties low.

But the 1963 a tornado that swept through 33 villages of the Cooch-Behar area left over 100 people dead and thousands homeless. Less credible is the tale of the 1892 tornado in the 24-Parganas where hailstones weighing 1.6 kg each were reportedly seen. The occurrence in largely rural areas has made reporting, recording and early sighting of tornadoes difficult in India .

Its enigmatic violent nature and tremendous destructive power make the tornado one of the most fierce of nature’s weapons. When it struck Delhi , it had left behind a fearsome night. We had watched in a daze as the area was cordoned off and relief work set in motion.

Searchlights had lit up the narrow path of destruction while fire engines and ambulances sounded through the night. The next day it had all seemed a bit too much to believe.

And as the initial shock wore away, the Delhi University wags went into action. One pointed out that only the front of a well-known girls’ college had been ravaged; another that the Delhi University Students’ Union would gherao the Vice-Chancellor in protest.

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Ambedkar a role model for youth today, says Arjun

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“Learn from his doggedness and determination”

“Well done”: Human Resources Development Minister Arjun Singh presenting the 3rd Ambedkar Ratan Samman to a student at Shri Ram College of Commerce in Delhi on Saturday.

NEW DELHI: Urging the student community to draw lessons from the inspiring life of the chief architect of the Constitution, B. R. Ambedkar, Union Human Resource Development Minister Arjun Singh on Saturday said the youth must contribute towards the development of an ideal society.

Giving away the “3rd Ambedkar Ratna Samman-2007” to students from across the country who performed well in the Class XII examination at a function organised by the Ambedkar Students’ Organisation here, the Minister said: “Students should learn from Dr. Ambdekar’s doggedness and determination. They should help in developing an ideal society where the poor and vulnerable sections of society will get justice.”

“Though there has been an increase in the number of students at different levels of education, unemployment and economic disparity still exist owing to which the youth get disillusioned,” said the Minister. “This is when they get attracted to crime and communalism. The youth should be alert of such forces. Every child who is getting awarded today is an Ambedkar, Gandhi or Einstein. The youth has to take the country to newer heights.”

The Minister awarded 23 students, comprising three from the general category and the rest from Scheduled Castes/Scheduled Tribes and Other Backward Classes, for scoring 90 per cent and above in the Class XII examination conducted by different Boards.

As many as 250 students who scored more then 80 per cent were felicitated, while a large number of children were awarded certificates for having scored 70 per cent and above.

Delhi University Vice-Chancellor Deepak Pental congratulated the young scholars and hoped that most of these meritorious students would get admission to the University.

Former Member of Parliament Surender Mohan and All-India Youth Congress president Ashok Tanwar were among those present at the function.

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WHAT MR.PENTAL HAD TO SAY

On Record
DU will consolidate and innovate,
says new VC Prof Pental
by Smriti Kak Ramachandran

Prof Deepak Pental

Professor Deepak Pental, the new Vice-Chancellor of Delhi University, is an eminent Professor of Genetics. He has earned recognition for his work in the field of breeding crop plants by conventional and molecular methods. An alumnus of Punjab University, Chandigarh, he is an elected member of the National Academy of Agricultural Sciences, the National Academy of Sciences and the Indian National Science Academy. He has done extensive work on the practical implications in crops like mustard, cotton and tomato. In an interview to The Sunday Tribune, Prof Pental talks of his vision for the university.

Excerpts:

Q: How do you plan to bring the university at par with the best universities of the world?

A: I would like to first strengthen the library and laboratory systems. We have already introduced significant changes like the revised courses at the undergraduate level. Their successful implementation will indeed be a challenge. There is need for overall improvement in research and education. Good education and good research go hand in hand; some of the best known universities in the world have an excellent research profile.

Then, we will focus on development of course materials. In terms of research, the emphasis would be on sprucing the libraries, laboratories and allowing access to data banks all over the world. Our students and faculty should be able to make full use of the information available on any subject through Internet. We look forward to improvement in educational standards.

Q: What is your opinion about the resentment among teachers and students over the hurried introduction of the revised curriculum and reforms like internal assessment?

A: I am not aware of any resentment. These changes were long overdue. Why should someone with a first division be given a degree that reads Pass Course? The BA Pass Course should have been revamped years ago. How long can we continue teaching things that are not interesting or relevant?

As regards early or hurried implementation of these courses, how long should we have waited? When is the right time? There is a need to change the mindset. Internal assessment in itself has given the teachers and students an opportunity to connect and it helps in bridging gaps.

Moreover, it involves transparency and both teachers and students become responsible and accountable. Yet, if there are concerns about changes that have been proposed after much effort, then we can sit together and work out solutions.

Q: Given your interest in research, do you propose to set up new programmes or departments?

A: We have a number of research areas and in many spheres we are doing very well. Research papers from our colleagues and scholars are being published in journals of international repute. The idea right now is not to expand, but to strengthen. We need to consolidate what we have and innovate.

Besides, there is a new trend emerging. The colleges are offering add on courses along with the main course of study. This way, students learn more. In Life Sciences, for instance, we are doing well. The plant molecular department, working on the rice genome, is doing commendable work. We need to encourage departments and projects like this.

Q: Do you think students are not keen to go for higher studies and research?

A: Research is time consuming. The economy is booming in sectors like banking, IT, management and BPOs. Naturally, there is a drift towards these options rather than for research. Our aim should be to think of modules that cost less, but produce maximum knowledge. We are facing the situation similar to most developing nations, where research and development need uplift.

We need to entice good students towards research. Our science curriculum is unimaginative, the facilities in laboratories not too good and there is also parental pressure. All parents want their children to settle down fast. We need to increase the quantum of grants and encourage competitive grant system for universities. Instead of a combined grant, let there be grants for individual departments, because collective grants do not cover expenses like repair and replenishing.

Q: How will the IT sector address issues concerning India’s growth?

A: IT can contribute to national success tremendously. Any sector can work for the nation by first realising what its basic requirements are. For us where a majority of population lives in rural areas, everyday information needs to be relayed and this is where IT can lend a helping hand.

They could begin by helping people get basic information like weather forecasting, information to farmers on seed kinds and quality, consumer rights, where and how people can get their work done like registering births and deaths.

India’s potential in the IT sector has been recognised abroad, but it should help bridge the divide within the country. This can be done with valuable inputs from the recently set up Knowledge Commission.

ISRAEL PEACE ISSUE

Memorial Hall, where the Annapolis Conference on Middle East peace will get underway today. Photo by Mark Silva

by Mark Silva

November 27, 2007

'Don't Give Up the Ship' -- the motto at Annapolis

ANNAPOLIS -- "Don't Give Up the Ship,'' reads the motto on the flag hanging in a glass case above the main hallway of Bancroft Hall at the U.S. Naval Academy which leads to Memorial Hall, an ornate space surrounded by pillars, topped with a vaulted skylight and adorned with chandeliers.

The same flag hangs in a glass case on a side wall of the conference's Memorial Hall as well -- hanging above the side of the table where President Bush will be seated.

This is where Bush will join Israeli and Palestinian leaders and representatives from Egypt, Saudi Arabia and Syria and others -- a total of 40 nations, plus the Arab League and Portugal as the representative of the European Union -- around a square table set up for "The Annapolis Conference.'' No negotiations will take place here, the White House says. But instead, Israeli and Palestinian leaders will commit themselves to negotiations aimed at securing a lasting peace between Israelis and Palestinians.

The goal has eluded them for decades. And for three decades, American presidents have attempted, in varying measures, to secure an accord that not only confirms Israel's place in the world, but also provides Palestinians a place. President Bush, the first U.S. president to endorse the creation of a Palestinian state, has convened this conference -- some five years after first voicing his goal of Israelis and Palestinians living side-by-side in peace.

For leaders filling Memorial Hall, it is a question of saving ships of state.

Bancroft Hall, on the campus of the U.S. Naval Academy at Annapolis. This houses Memorial Hall, setting for the Annapolis Conference. Photo by Silva

This is the seating chart in Memorial Hall today:

Looking at the conference table as a square, with the top in front of the pillars and a mural of The Annapolis Conference that frames the setting:

It would appear that chairs are reserved at the top of the square for Olmert and Abbas.

Seated down the left side of the square:

Arab League, Algeria, Austria, Bahrain, Brazil, Canada, China, Denmark, Egypt, France, Germany, Greece, India, Indonesia, Italy

At the bottom of the square:

Japan, Jordan, Lebanon, Malaysia, Mauritania, Morroco, Norway, Oman, Pakistan, Poland and Qatar

Up the right side of the square:

Saudi Arabia, Senegal, Slovenia, South Africa, Spain, Sudan, Sweden, Syria, Tunisia, Turkey, United Arab Emirates, United States, Yemen, Portugal.

Bush to Middle East leaders: 'Thanks for coming'

The entrance to the hall at the U.S. Naval Academy where the Middle East peace conference was convened today. Photo by Mark Silva

by Mark Silva

ANNAPOLIS -- "Thanks for coming,'' President Bush told the leaders of Israel and the Palestinian Authority, representatives of Saudi Arabia, Syria, the Sudan and some three-dozen other nations represented at today's Annapolis Conference.

And then Bush was gone.

The president, who has maintained that the United States will foster but not attempt to steer any of the peace-talks to which the Israelis and Palestinians have committed themselves today, did not even stay for lunch at the Naval Academy officer's club.

Bush shook hands and clasped Palestinian President Mahmoud Abbas and Israeli Prime Minister Ehud Olmert as the three delivered promising speeches here -- all sounding a common refrain, that "the time is right'' for peace talks. See Bush's speech here.

But 10 minutes after Olmert finished speaking, just after noon, Bush lifted off from the grounds of the U.S. Naval Academy in Marine One for a return helicopter ride to the White House. Abbas and Olmert, who met with Bush in the Oval Office on Monday, will return Wednesday for a followup before departing and opening talks which they have pledged to start next month.

"Thanks for coming'' -- Bush told the audience around the square table of Memorial Hall. He had met here with the two leaders beforehand, strode into the hall with them, and then he was gone. He returned to the White House for a meeting with Iraqi representatives and an interview with the Associated Press, in which he was certain to speak of today's achievements.

It was "a big event,'' White House Press Secretary Dana Perino said later in Washington. Tomorrow morning "is like the after-party.''

November 7, 2007

This 'George W' finally called Musharraf today

President Bush at Mount Vernon, home of 'the other George W,' said he finally had called Pakistan's Pervez Musharraf today. Photo by Mark Silva

by Mark Silva

MOUNT VERNON, Va. -- Today -- four days after Pakistani President Gen. Pervez Musharraf declared emergency rule and started arresting protestors -- President Bush finally made a personal phone call to a U.S. ally who has collected more than $11 billion in aid since 2001 and pledged to steer his nation toward democracy.

"My message was that we believe strongly in elections, and that you ought to have elections soon, and you need to take off your uniform,'' Bush said of his conversation with the president and Army chief of staff in Pakistan. "You can't be the president and the head of the military at the same time. So I had a very frank discussion with him.''

But it took the better part of four days for this discussion to take place, as Bush's senior aides -- including Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice -- made their objections known in Islamabad. The White House had spoken of the strategy involved in letting others speak first. But members of Congress now are starting to challenge that U.S. aid to Pakistan.

Bush revealed his call to Musharraf today at a press conference with Nicolas Sarkozy, president of France, at Mount Vernon, the home of George Washington. Bush often refers to Washington as that "other George W," and he did last night with Sarkozy at the White House. Today, though, it was all business. And time to report on that phone call to Musharraf.

"Look, our objective is the same in Burma as it is in Pakistan, and that is to promote democracy,'' Bush said. "There is a difference, however. Pakistan has been on the path to democracy; Burma hadn't been on the path to democracy. And it requires different tactics to achieve the common objective. ... I just spoke to President Musharraf before I came here, and my message was very -- very plain, very easy to understand, and that is, the United States wants you to have the elections as scheduled and take your uniform off.''

The president, however, declined to respond to a question called out at the end of the Bush-Sarkozy briefing about what Musharraf had said in reply to his phone-called message.

President Nicolas Sarkozy of France and President Bush at Mount Vernon, after meeting in the dining room where George Washington once consulted with Rochambeau, the French general who led troops into war against the British. Both Sarkozy and Bush voiced concern about the state of emergency that Pakistan has declared. Photo by Mark Silva

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The Swamp: Foreign Policy Archives

MY FULL LIFE WAS SPOIT ALONG WITH THAT OF MY TWO BROTHERS AND SISTER FOR FIGHTING AGAINST THE CRUEL ASSASINATION OF INNOCENT HINDU MOTHERS WHO WERE SACRIFICED ON THE LUST AND ALTAR OF SEX WHICH IS INTRODUCED IN AN OLD MAN'S LIFE ,WHEN ACCORDING TO BOTH HINDU SAMSKARAS OF FOLLOWING SANYAS AND VANPRASTHA ASHRAM AS WELL AS AGE DICTATES THAT ONE SHOULD DEVOTE ONESELF TO GOD AS ALSO THE UPKEEP OF TEMPLES AND DHARMA.

PEOPLE WHO HATE HINDUISM NOT ONLY KILL A FULL FAMILY BY THE LUST OF MEN BUT ALSO SEEK TO DESTROY RELIGION.

BOTH MY BROTHERS HAVE BEEN PUNISHED BY ORGANISED CRIME AND ISLAM AND BOTH REMAIN WITHOUT MARRIAGE AND SEX WHEN THEIR AGE REQUIRES SO.MY LIFE WAS FILTHY RIGHT FROM THE SECOND DAY OF MARRIAGE WHEN IN MY SO CALLED HUSBAND'S HOUSE I WAS SHOWN THAT ALL THE SACRAMENTS OF MY MARRIAGE HAVE BEEN FOLLOWED BY SUNITA KALRA MY SISTER IN LAW,BUT ON THE MURDER DEATH OF MY FATHER ON 16-11-1994 SYMBOLICALLY ,WHEN I WAS ONLY 30 YRS OLD SURINDER KALRA NOT ONLY FLAUNTED HIS WOMEN WITH THE LIKES OF AMITA GUPTA ECT ,BUT ALSO INFLICTED SEVERE VIOLENCE AND MENTAL TERRORISM ON ME TO THE EXTENT THAT MY DAUGHTER ABEER'S BODY WAS AFFECTED IN THE WOMB.NO ONE HEARD MY SCREAMS ,AS ONLY PRAYERS HELPED ME SAIL THROUGH.

HE DID NOT DIVORCE ME AS I WAS THE HEN THAT LAID GOLDEN EGGS FOR HIM WITH MY ENEMIES HEINOUS; REWARDING HIM EVERYTIME HE INFLICTED TERROR ON ME AND MY FAMILY AFTER MY FATHER'S DEATH.

HIS ILLEGAL HUGE HOUSE IN MEHRAULI WAS SAVED FROM BEING DEMOLISHED AS IT BLOCKED THE ENTIRE ROAD, BY KEEPING ME IN CHAINS OF BONDAGE.

WITH GREAT DIFFICULTY I WAS ABLE TO SALVAGE SOME REMNANTS OF MY INTEGRITY IN CHATTISGARH,WHICH HAD BEEN THE POLITICAL NUANCE AND SANCTUARY OF MY LATE FATHER.

ITS NOT THAT I AM WITHOUT FEMININITY AND PASSION WHICH REMAINED DEAD INSIDE ME FOR SO MANY YEARS WAS REKINDLED IN THE SWEET LOCALES OF THE WILDS SO THAT I PENNED A FEW POEMS .PLEASE READ

[1]12/Sep/01

TEST OF TIME )1

SHOWERS OF RAIN

TAKE AWAY THE PAIN

LOVE AND GOD MAKE ME WAIT IN VAIN

TEST OF TIME

HAPPINESS IS A MYTH OR REALITY

IS THIS IS OUR DESTINY!

HELEN OF TROY AND HELIOS

TROJAN WAR AND MAHABHARAT

A BABY OF LOVE AND CHOICE-DESTINY

MAKES ME WAIT IN PAIN-PLEASE NOT IN VAIN-CHOICES OF HAPPINESS –PLEASE NOT ONLY FOR ME!

OPEN MY EYES TO SEE

O-GOD OF LOVE AND DESTINY-YOUR POWER IS SUPREME

SINGING IN THE RAIN

A SONG OF LOVE IN YOUR NAME

ETERNITY ‘COME CLOSE TO ME’

ENVELOPE ME IN YOUR ARMS

LET ME FORGET THE PAIN

THE CHOICES OF RIGHT AND WRONG

GIVE ME A SONG OF LOVE AND HAPPINESS

LET PEACE BE WITH THE WORLD

BLACK AND WHITE OR COLOURED-LED BY GOD

SINGING IN YOUR NAME;A SONG OF LOVE

HOME OF MY DREAMS-1A

DID YOU REALLY MAKE A HOME OF MY DREAMS

TO HAUNT ME DAY AND NIGHT

TO BE WITH YOU ALONE

WHO ARE YOU TO ABIDE BY ME ALWAYS

WALKING ON MY PATH

CLOSE SO CLOSE, ONE BREATH ,ONE MIND ONE SOUL.

GOD IS CRUEL,TO MAKE FATES SO MEET,AND YET SO FAR APART:

DID YOU HAVE NO ONE TO LOVE YOU AND BE A PART OF YOUR PAIN

SHOULDER TO SHOULDER,HEART TO HEART AND YET YOU DO NOT TELL ME SO’

WHAT DOES A LONELY HEART WANT FROM ANOTHER,

DID I EVER CHEAT YOU, DID I NOT GIVE BACK YOUR HAPPINESS

WHAT DID I TAKE FROM YOU

EXCEPT

YOUR LOVE AND PAIN

THE MAHABHARAT-2

GANGA-SHANTANU DIVINE BEINGS-PURE LOVE WITH NO QUESTIONS ASKED

EVERY STEP HAS A MEANING

EVERY STEP GIVES DELIVERANCE

SUFFER WITH ME

AS GANPATI THE SCRIBE WILLS IT AS IN THE GREAT VYASA’S VISION TO TEACH DHARMA

BHISHMA’S AUSTERITY,DRAUPADI’S HUMILATION AND PENANCE ,

NO ONE SO UNFORTUNATE AND YET SO TRUE,

DID YOU NOT WISH TO BE ABOVE ORDINARY MORTALS

THEN WHY THE FALTERING?

A LONG WAY TO GO

AND THE MIRAJ A MIRAGE?

POWER OF AUSTERITY IN BEAUTY-3

I CHOSE TO BE ALONE

UNDAUNTED BY TRIVIALS

WHOM DO YOU PITY ?

STRENGTH OR YOURSELF

WE MAKE OUR OWN DESTINY

TOTAL SIMPLICITY

THE POWER OF THE LOINS

TRANSFERRED TO HUMANITY

I KNOW MY POWER

I CHERISH MY DUTIES

ONLY SUBJECTIVE

ONLY PERSPECTIVE

UNDAUNTED IN MY PATH

NO MORTAL CAN TIE ME

NO DEATH CAN SCARE ME

I AM MYSELF REFLECTED IN EVERY FEMINITY

LAUGH AT YOURSELF

REFLECT ON YOUR DESTINY

THERE ARE OTHERS

AS BRAVE AS PURE AS I AM

TO WALK BESIDE ME

NOT TO INVADE ME

STRENGTH IS MY NAME

I STAND ALONE

I AM MAMTA

AND NOT

MONA

INDIA IS MY LOVE

INDIA IS MY SOUL

AND IN EVERY BREATH I SEEK ITS IDEAL

FRESH AND PURE

WHERE IGNORANCE COMES FROM KNOWLEDGE

I WALK ALONE

BALANCED AND CURED

DO NOT SWEEP THE YOUTH

THEY ARE STRENGTH AND FIRE.

TEMPTATION-4

TIME HAS COME

TO BE FREE AND YET TO BE TIED ONLY WITH SIMPLICITY

WHICH NO POWER OR MONEY CAN BUY

I CHERISH MY LIFE

GO AWAY

YOU ARE NO TEMPTATION

MY LIFE IS MY OWN

MY PARTNER UNQUESTIONING

GOD KNOWS MY DESTINY

I AM ONLY AN INSTRUMENT

I HAVE RIDED THE WAVE OF TEMPTATION

THANK YOU AND GOODBYE!

CREATION-5

SPARE THE ROSES

THORNS ARE BEAUTIFUL

INSPIRE MY SENSES

THE SCENT IS TOO GOOD

LEAVE THE BODY

THE SPIRIT IS YOU

IMMORTAL AND POWERFUL

THAT IS YOU

FOOL ME FOOL YOURSELF

THE MIND IS BEAUTIFUL

CREATION BECKONS

YOUR HANDS DO THE NEEDFUL

MOULD THE YOUTH

THEY SEEK YOU

HOW CAN YOU FALTER NOW

WHEN THE FRUIT IS SO WONDERFUL

YOUR SHOULDERS ARE BROAD

YOUR GAIT SO TROUBLED?

YOU ARE THE ATLAS OF ATONEMENT

STEP BY STEP YOU HEAL

AND OTHERS WILL FOLLOW YOU

YOU ARE HEBE,AMBA,KALI

YOU ARE MY MOTHER EARTH

YOU ARE INDIA.

Guide me on my path today

I falter,I grope in the darkness

You are my strength,you understand

But you are jailed today by your own ambition

Which is also our ambition.

THE SPIRIT OF LOVE-6

I am dead ,roses are welcome

Sensuous and heady in the grave

Who are you

You who beckon my spirit

I am dead

Leave the right to the brave

I desire to be naïve

And on my deathbed

Drunk and wild

The spirit is free from all shackles

And flying high in the skies of passion

Give me all of you

Nothing will remain then

To torment or haunt

So close in death

To part in life

Dreams are fatal for everyone

Rejoice for you are strong

And not amongst mere mortals throng

I am always wrong

Ding dong.

CUTTING EDGE-7

The truth is the pathway to success

Contentment leads to good,better best,

Shakti is synonymous to all power

Drawn from the navel

For some it is musk

Others savour its blade

Time passes and teaches soldiers

The answers from the depths of decades

Who shall’t be king

Magnificent in his power

Humble in his passions

Om is the password

In the computer world of today

Goodnight

Keep the evil at bay.

Food for thought-8

Seven are the colours

In our dreamworld

Why are some so blatant and others muted

A waft of someone fires your senses

And others make you puke in their denses

I am heady and float on cloud nine

You push me down and ask me are you fine?

Who are these beside you

Who mislead you in your time

You are the pure;you are the mirror,

Then why your digestion you spoil

Are you really hungry ?

There is plenty to tide you;

Can the emptiness be mine

Food for thought is thine.

I HELP YOU SAIL-9

Love is a four letter word

God is three

The number match

Play and be free

‘o’ how it be possible

You dared to ask

Colour the world ?

Dare be thy task

Woe betide anyone

Who utters this blasphemy

Are you the same and angry

Let me help you cross

This floody Nile

Lest you falter and bloody your file

So much to learn

But all knowledge was

After all

Only a fern

Do not burn

In your own kiln

Lest I follow you

And cover only a mile

A drop of rain is after all a rainbow

The power to embrace the earth it has

You have a decoration

And jail

Where there is no bail

I grow wild and twine

In your sail

And help you cross

To follow the trail

Thou I might be frail

And feeling only Braille

Higher and faster flow the waters

Save thy self

Lest you waft

On your raft

Leaving behind all worldly matters

God be with you

And nurse your mind

Stab not from behind

Sink and do

What thy spirit commands

Blame not anyone then

I help you sail

And keep you sane

For the rainbow

And its colours.

THE HEART-10

The heart of a child my beloved has

And makes me wonder so

So naïve and senseless in his passions

But without a bow

Cupid is stupid

His arrows on the mark

His bow the soil’s rainbow

Strike does he

On a horse

But without a bow

Sing me

Love me

Be me

Coiled for ever

Demands he

Damn the austerity

Condemn me

But without a bow

Bow

Hold out your hand

Open thy eyes

For cupid strikes

With a song and a dance

In the rain

Cursed be he and hell his abode

And we live on

On bread and water

Kundalini -11

The kundalini

The mrignayini

Bring in your mane

Open out thy pain

On thy foot

On thy earth

On thy mercy

Spread out your tresses

Be you supine

Glory of the divine

Standing on a foot

Handsome and weary?

Take these hands

To your lips

Beware the tips

Tie a band

And fly away together

To a mystic land.

THE RAIN-12

How to explain to a novea

The sense of doom

I do not say

Choked am I with senseless zoom

Both together

Dead or alive

Hands in the air

Not a complaint

Dance together or paint

With watercolours

At the peak of time

To come down as rain

And save you the pain

Of imprisonment

Washed are the colours naturally

Did you say beautifully?

What a clean song

Of a novea.

Perfume the senses now

For this is eternity

Forever and forever

Unending rhythm of love

Venus the goddess

Takes you on a flight of fantasy

What are you

But an intrument

To be moulded and carved

With the teeth of a dagger

Marble and easy

In the end but in the lap

Of eternal bounty

The law has come with chains and sanity

Good morning

This is the beginning

Of a story

Without

Ending

Naturally

And peacefully.

THE JOURNEY TO POSTERITY-13

The journey to posterity,

Came to me through a postern

Waltzing together

Atop a wooden urn

Whispering honey into my ears

Dulling my senses

Your breath in the concave

Your warmth and fire

Leave me and save

Hold me and pave

The way you choose

Nothing to loose

Consider not a tightrope

Atwine to hire

Music flows

Hold me close-so close-so close

As strength to a pyre

Together feel and enjoy

Each sense and its fire

Bloom out into a thousand roses

Imagination and poses

What a dance

No one worthy of.his own today.

The truth and nothing else in the midway?

Have a nice day!

Be my Valerian -14

Valerie ,Valera,VALERIE-HA-A-HA-HA,

O, my dear be unto a valerian

In her arms eternal peace

And power of the divine

Sleep through this heat

Hear the wild beat

She is yours

Your dreams coloured

In her rhythm :see mine

Be my valerian

Coo you to sleep

Soak thy seeds benign

And fear not the grace benedicite

Smell the earth

After the first shower

And cook thy pulse with the sedum

Of the privity

Tomorrow is another day

God will bring the sunshine

In your folded hands

With the resin of the valerian

Sings this benign

Goodnight and be fine.

WILD LOVE-15

Today I am wild

How are you?

Behind the canvas

You play hide and seek

Be my inspiration

Out in the open,snatch you out

Wither not you and bloom

Make a man out of you

Or remain in desperation

Or in an asylum

Countdown to your doom?

Test the salt on your lips

Down to your throat

Breath and perspiration

Add on and on

Helpless in my custody

Heat of your body

Possess you in the piquant pour and note

To a frenzy in orpine

Succulently beneath

Demonic to gloaming

Indomitable to pedology

Flora to phylum

Indulgent and spent, you colour my canvas

Goddess or nubile

As in brine-overbrim

The tears of ecstasy

Come and fly from one end to the other Or swim to the depths of fantasy

Pulsate in every pixel a rigadoon

On my canvas and untilled boon.

SUFFERANCE-16

OH-oo-the heart-no-no-it’s ophthalmia-its pertussis of the pestilence

In the hands of the Kewpie,freegifts of ketosis

No-no-a statoscope

God help the ailing and gift them surfactant of the surficial

Together celebrate a tercentenary

With a totalitarian

An umbilical hope??????????????/@

Goodnight.

IDIOPATHY-17

Dear darling heart savor’

Today wait for me at your door,

In your dreams,

A foray to verismo,

If you can bear it no more,

Salvo jure of the vestal Maya,

A n incubus;but- to your desire,

That is how the twain shall meet

Then exorcize everyday,

Hail and hearty on your way

Trick the world

And we will play

This festal game of the lyncean tribe,

A fetish

A bribe.

To keep you alive

A breathy baritone

To a woman

Incorporeal and too feline

Yet feminine

Come close and sway

Pulsate to this wild rhythm,

Together and supine

Surreal rendezvous and fray

Captive bard and lovelorn novice

In a Super reflective samadhi

Truth to betray.

DREAMS-18

Distant dreams come close when I close my eyes

Deep inside my pain,

Outside my disdain,

Who knows me but you,

Turning and churning

Another look another lane

My mind your sane!

Let me look through your eyes,

You look through my heart,

Different and quiesant

Give me all your pain,

The world doubts the motive of the pure and alone

But never so of the hare brained,

Why dream at all?

SALVE AND SIN-19

Your wild spirit is mine and only mine.-

Possessed you are and divine,

Leave you I cannot,

For nature made us so ,

To be captive to the spirit always,

Nothing can deter me to possess you ,

Cell by cell,head to toe,

Enshrined and enslaved I cannot let go ,

Till the earth and the greens bind you so.

You are my salve and sin,

Enslaved together forever and ever,

Till the birds sing on this earth,

Till the moon’s seductive lore,

I’ll love you and you forever more,

With each sapling ,we twine ,

With each tree and seed ,

Everytime a love note is heard in my dreams,

Life captures a new seed

And thus the greens procreate,

When each sweet breath meets,

Breathing life into flora and wild beats,

Can a love be so bestir?

Whenever I feel you so near,

Your spirit leaves your body to be mine,

Yet you are alive and breathing ,

As the wilds dimerous divine.

Yes this is the exotic and erotic earth,

Laid back together ,under the heavens

Night blooms our hearth

Indemnity to our desires,

Senses and poignant berth

Rest and rest today,as fire beside fire.

SWINGING TOGETHER-20

Zing a ling a ling ,

Trying to swing a swing.,

The leaves ,the flowers, the twining vale,

The warm breath sweet to inhale,

Singing today I delve so deep,

In a beating heart and hale,

Silver and gold drips in a shower ful mane,

Shimmering ia a diaphanous veil,

Together entwined ephemeral tale.

Can you tell one from the other?

Who gives and who gave?

Hermitic fort-,only the wind

Whispering sweet nothings,

Inside a gale!

Who remembers ?

When the present sways each sense away.

Come close and closer still,

Did you ever feel this way?

Words become melody,

The interminable thirst today

MARRIAGE-21

Swaying to your note of happiness,

Comely and swelling mane,

Lithe composition,swirling scintillate,

Till nebulous,I possess my mate.

Eliciting and frolicking rain,

Of love and perquisite pain,

In the lap of sultry desire,

Prolific racemes,like blooming fire,

Envelope us,tingling together,

Beauty with beauty gathers,

Perspicacious perfume and pheromones,

I cannot discern in arms of vigour,

Submitting whispering tones,

Cooing a metaphysical trigger.

Take me to the summit and higher,

Moments stop to entwine,

Pulsating on a lye divine

And descend to perspire.

How much near,

How much far,

In a stroke of forceful desire,

Then helpless ,

Relishing and reliving every fetish,

Is there no end ?

To our lot?

Yes-a wanton and scorching knot.

MAKING LOVE-22

Let the dust remain

To build sand castles with

The perfect picture

None too sane

Hold up your hands

Feel the warmth of mine

Fit exactly in thine

Mirror your eyes in wine

And then let eternity cease

Lose or win

The battle is mine.

Of succour it is veritable

Neither charitable

Nor commendable

But existable in existentialism

Irresistible

Suppress now; it grows more

Divert or divulge in perpetuity

The pangs grip,throw your head back

Dry your throat, gasp for breath

Look on for more

Let the juices flow

No mercy; for now is the moment

To paint in fresco,a hacker juxtapose

Lashings of odoriferous oestrogen

Pamper the panchromatic and detrain

To hospice the brain

And salve with nephrite

Nestle deep and lament

In soliloquy-your thirst

And detonate with insight,

Lest you burst.

YOU AND ME-23

Do you feel the heights today?

Smell the air;feel the grass soft beneath your feet;

The moonlight sings;the leaves breathe

The sand flows out from your fingers

Cold and smooth

Weave a dream;close your eyes’

Enjoy each sense

Life is different at the seam

Lonely but together

Only the pitter patter patte’e

Incautious and efflorescent,

Just feel the time.

Life is so beautiful

Run after a butterfly???

Elusive and vain!

Infatuate the narcissist inexorable,

Or is it love divine??

Sometime sometimes-

Feel the air nestle ‘cruel and effervescent’

Entice and tease-eidetic

Indolent and benign.

You and me

Defined .

My soulmate-24

Drink this elixir from my soul

Aquarian,my muliebrity in a muu-muu

Transparent and floral bowl

Rings of fire exalt and resuscitate

Liquid pyromania

Reticent and tactile

Your vicarious saccharine

Burns me like nicotine

Apogee of Gaea at the velocity of nine

In these myriad vales

My depths unfathomable ;still exhumable

Drink from these melliferous eyes,

Turn around back to back,

Senses breathe,hands locked and tied

Diaphanous and sheer diamant’e flies

These moments to live and bide

Melliferous times and turntable

Simmer in music and brine

Yours and mine

Exuviate to meet

At the end of the line.

Sung out then again

Tireless and timeless

This volatile thirst inside.

Time and again tide

Storm and fire

Entangled in a wreath of briar

The circle of life

Live and coloration to strive.

Hand in hand

Together and beside.

RELIGION-25

Divaricate to dialectic samskara!!!

Beat of the drums

Resound and echo

Tieing the heliostatic para

These are mandatory

Herald the new era!

MY SLAVE-26

Whose life is it anyway?

Delve into the mysteries

Of samsara -

Or just pulse and rice

Think and treat

The wounded entreat

Save the enslaved

Together in braid

So youthful and bright

Keep in sight

Means to an end

Envisage the yore

Shield and arms

Daring and raring

Ensconced in a shell

Incur the wrath and macerate

Or purge to pearl

Sardonic patentee and sanative samurai.

Ha ha --------------!!!!!!!!!!

Restorative tonic and tango whirl.

Tri-weekly plane and bait

Troth and worth a try !

Sufferer of the trismus tribe ?

My valence and your love bribe

Mesmerize the ethereal scribe

To do as you bid

In your power grid

Echelons of the light brigade.

DOE OF PAIN-27

Give me oil in my lamp ;

Keep me burning,burning, burning;

Sustain,sustain

Yet not drop down as rain,

Simple doe2 of pain

Firm and sane.

Devout:Detainee of the brain

Indulgent nave@

Yet brave.

Overrun and outraged.

Primrose path to detrain?

Allegorize the anabolic erk?

Drugs or Atman eremite?

Genre cake and mortal remains-

Knowledge is the answer

To immortality

Give me oil in my lamp I pray!

Be my vision and inspiration,

The farmer or sluice gate

Of my earth and reservoir!

Herbal mantra and psychic power.

Note the following from the Bhagwad Gita:-

Water flows continually into the ocean

But the ocean is never disturbed:

Desire flows in the mind of the seer

But he is never disturbed

The seer knows peace----

He knows peace who has forgotten desire

He lives without carving:free from ego ,

Free from pride.

“For my yoke is easy and my burden is light”-Christ

A PACT-28

Reverberate in each cell,

Feel you in every moment

Every day,

Everywhere,

Alluvion to your shore.

Bridle these waves,

Lest gnosis I loose,

Idolize a sibyl ?

The way you choose!

Relish and rave,

Be my plinth and bay!

Someday –someday-

Cruse to your pour

Lissome babe to gore

Jussive merle.

Rings on my toes,

Music in my heart

Isotonic caraway!

Note by Emily Bronte:

Shall earth no more inspire thee;

Thou lonely dreamer now?

Since passion may not fire thee

Shall nature cease to bow?

Thy mind is ever moving

In regions dark to thee:

Recall its useless roving-

Come back and dwell with me.

I know my mountain breezes

Enchant and soothe thee still

I know my sunshine pleases

Despite thy wayward will.

When day with evening blending

Sinks from the summer sky

I’ve seen thy spirit bending

In fond idolatry

I’ve watched thee every hour-

I know my mighty sway-

I know my magic power

To drive thy griefs away.

Few hearts to mortals given

On earth so wildly pine

Yet none would ask a Heaven

More like the Earth than thine

Then let my winds caress thee—

Thy comrade let me be-

Since nought beside can bless thee

Return and dwell with me.

CONTENTMENT-29

Honey-dew,honey dew,

Life’s tale ,today’s gemmiferous brew,

Link and jingle with you’

Ages behold this truth-

Nay Gorgons we evoke!

Catenate us to fatalism’

Saxe moon indubitable,

Incubus to revoke!

Daydream darling heart savour,

Only me and me and you!

Scald the scabrous,

Fear not their utterance.

Lavender pardner polymath

Sedulous and ductile

Mottle the mortise nubile

Covalent and aphrodisiac

Liaise to dimer pack.

Indent for nightcap

Its shivering cold to-night!

Live it up and enjoy

Hold on the sap,

Your sanctum is yet to comply,

Rarefy, rarefy,

As yet we are back to back!

Highball to frostbite.CHEERS!!

REFLECTIONS-30

What did you think today?

In your mind -

In your reflections,

Did you feel the breath and presense

Close to your skin and bind

You in her folds and thirst,

A never filing emptiness –soothing and pristine,

Pleasing each sense as never before,

Tingling and hypogeum,

From head to toe,

Beauty as never felt before,

For you and only for you,

Muliebrity of the seigniory ,

Flawless and complete

Reverberating furnace,

To drive every shiver away,

Today and today and today.

Ouija and simmer and hold,

Savour each moment petit four,

Devour and base,

Each tastebud –bather for bathos

Keeping rhythm and pace,

To the most divine union,

Easing every crevice,

Entrant missive way,

A nip on the lobe and rest,

On me ,

Spent and nightcap for the day.

THE EPICUREAN-31

Fallacy of the desirous lining,

Biting cold and child-like pipkin,

Minibus mine

Minder divine,

Playing to eternal binding!

Do I coddle you?

Afire you allseed?

Afforest your desert to delectable dessert—

@desire of a bead

Freon nay mural pincette

Kinaesthesia of the natural breed.

Prostrate my sinistrorse navvy sendal,

Your earth is posit beneath.

WINGS OF PASSION-32

If words were my body,

And my heart was my soul,

On wings of passion dear beloved,

And love’s sweet tune’

My music and song,

Would have been your toll

If strength is imbalance

And I can reach out to you-

Close your eyes and be insane

Feel the beauty,

Drink this cup of wine,

Lavish and divine,

Your lavabo and firkin

Dormant lava mine.

Coil around me

You sendal brilliantine

Sensual sari

Natural liqueur

Heptagon of life

Quilted Indian Nari

Warmth and desire

To put your senses on fire,

Quicken to sesame,

Phoenix to combine.

Kindle and balm

To your brine

My clairvoyance

Your psalm!

In the folds of a very sensuous woman

Who had forgotten desire

Was one with God

To her pyre.

Heptavalent now to your sensuality

Seer to pander

Scalar to naturism-

Dulcet tranquillity.

Lethal frottage?

Nay Egyptian prism.

Or inebriate sage.

BEAUTY OF LOVE-33

Love made you suave

Love made you handsome

Desire of someone

Makes you feel heady and wanted

Then live up every moment

Enjoy the wave

Resound and rave

Pursuant of the novel maenad

Caught in a labyrinth

Hapless incomer

Besotted patina

Sinecure to my adage

Yahoo!here blows my Aeolian resonate!

WINGS OF FIRE-34

The warmth of the sun drew me higher,-35

In vain did I bask in forbidden glory,

Melted are my wings now

Enveloped by the waves of fury.

The time has come for me now,

Adieu, adieu to my sire

Save me my God

Swinge and gulp now

These waters that threaten to engulf me

No way out of this

Only drown and laud.

FROTTAGE-35

I write a poem for you today

A song so happy and gay

To take you to the top of the world

With love and peace

To and fro like a pendulum

Or in an operetta

Hand in hand and opaque,

Our lives lived so beautifully

As none would share a single day’

Softly treading in our reverie

On and on climbing the heights of stephanotis prana,

So many maleficent fangs to keep at bay.

Look into your heart

And feel everyday the truth of the spirit

Yours and mine

Passional and divine

The rest only a mirage

For the naïve and scleroid.

Goodbye! World

I was too good for you.

MY PROMISE-36

A promise to keep,

A rhythm to reap,

Forever and forever, singing,

Oblivious of the world,

A song of love so deep’

Like an oscine,

On your windowsill.

Primitive and wanton spirit of nature,

Inductive of telekinesis,

Invoking Minotaur’s segues,

For a patulous and flavorous crusade.

Lacerate to seismic conation

A blazonry to incubate ,

In your byre.

WHISPERING SERENADE-37

A drum beats in the wilderness,

Green and blooms everywhere,

The tinkling toes of a maiden,

Or is it the sweet stream’s meandering happiness?

Quivering cruciferae,

Quiescent fiefdom.

My soul encompasses gaily,

Remonstrating the renegade,

Who can abandon this religion?

Of bough and vale

A loved one’s melody,

A poetic mail.

Sumptuous and hermetic,

Clinging oestrous body

Of your native mate,

Born free in this roving virgate.

Take me with you,

Hand in hand,

Through these whispering gale,

Like gazelle gressorial serenade,

Patulous green paradise,

Solicit to reconvert,

Every breath that forbade.

This supercelestial crusade.

INDICTING BLOOMS-38

Singing along the abloom caraway,

Captive anklets tinkling belay,

Holding and again wild,

Who can stop the winds sway?

Hereupon a life is lived

Total abandon and companion ,

To nature’s copulative anabolism.

Alone but never lonely,

The charm of today,

Intangible tattoo to encrypt,

The mark of an enamoured paramour,

Veiled eyes devour,

The trailing moulded gait,

Rousing lissome bait,

Submiting to a replay:

Rendezvous by fate.

Tomorrow will be another day,

The choices will be made ,

Polychromatic and supine

By a life lived solitary but gay,

Who will touch and toss,

All cares and locks?

Amidst the polliniferous floral pander.

A covetous foray.

A REASON TO LIVE-39

Deep into my life,

I reflect and delve,

Innocent darling ,

Just a drop.

Tendrils gripped,

A growing strife.

Limpid eyes and fluid grace,

The song of a starling.

This world was an upfront race,

And bountiful crop.

And then,

A blooming gulmohar sought to inspire,

Flames of passionate poetic fire,

Just a child and nameless face.

Sought the muse of love to bide,

A tireless charade,

Called life.

But life’s lesson was satire,

Not like the arousing metaphysical pomade,

Polyandrous-wife and soulful incarnate.

Incognito incandescent to the delights,

In passion and flights,

To musk and bower,

Capricious fidelity- privy to the simmering shower,

Leaving behind,

Dew drops on lush greens.

Breathing earth then procreates,

Relishing each moment to date,

A reason to love and live.

Reconcile me to the harmony

And give,

An ebullient replication for vitality.

SCARRING LANGUOR-40

Why did you go away?

To a barren dry desert land,

How could you leave?

The whispering greens,

The songs of season,

Where love saw no reason

Where peacocks dance and preen

Drums resound and beat,

To tinkling anklet feet

Earthy smells,

Indefatigable vigour,

You left,

Nature’s adopted progeny

For children of rigour.

Yes your life is your own,

To be lived gregariously ,

Or bereft,

But how will you explain,

This incessant languor?

Going back in time ,

Remember ,

Your quiet strength,

Your mirth and vitality,

Was mantle to many an aspirant,

Dauntless earthy quality,

Made youth flock,

To an iconic native rock,

But today a sceptic and pervert,

The persona of a convert,

The world has left you ,

To languish and decay.

Reunite with your earth,

The soulful magical forests,

Your heritage and heliostatic accolade.

To breathe fire and capitulate,

Before a deity resonate,

Giving munificent merit,

To Her creation,

The bountiful synergy and gnosis,

For your strength and fate.

Taking away all trials and tribulation,

And mercenary nothingness.

Bonding to replenish,

All passion and mentalism.

RAINY RHAPSODY-41

All a dream,

Became a reality,

When did the sun go down ,

When did the moon come out?

Life became a continuity.

Till drops of rain met the earth,

And sweet smells wafted through eternity

I woke up to the melody,

Of the pitter patter rhapsody.

Close to my sensibility

You breathed deeply,

Igniting my passions and heady,

Returnee to the desirable nectary

Blooms, and kindling pastille ,

My shimmering muliebrity.

Insufflating my spirit fleshly.

This perpetual rhythm,

Of season and person,

Electrovalent in its proximity

Together reaching the summit,

And then down on the floor,

Fulminating into orgasmic remit,

Decoupling to fructify,

From pore to pore.

Glabrous silky environ,

Entwines the Riley poise,

Never to let go,

An Indian body and soul meteoric rise,

Mouth to mouth resuscitation necessitates,

The reverberating soma throes of torrid torment,

Till the wet prana precipitates-

An insurmountable remanent,

For a bonding,

That is permenant.

LINGERING PASSION-43

The itinerary to revel in love,

Was drawn by an elemental prodigy,

The forces of nature above,

Sang a nocturnal lullaby.

Renewing my belief in epicurean fantasy,

The razzle –dazzle of slinky lingerie,

I moaned in lavender lethargy,

Wake-up and rise-he summoned

The night is young ,

To the children of pluralism

Become a pathfinder to ecstasy!

How frequently the heart beats today

On the fringe of kindling heresy

Giving me scope for an oestrus display.

No guilt,no repentance,

For this seeping foray.

You are here and here and here,

Ubiquitous and sagacious,

You take my breath away.

Insufflate my Prana ,

Interactive and intimate,

My captive spirit oscillates.

As on a ropeway.

Looking down a never ending chasm.

Mesmerize and titillate,

For a reunion to stay,

In the arms of torrid passion.