A Gypsy Girl

An adolescent gypsy girl,
Tanned of skin,
Sitting across the lake,
contemplates the stagnant water.
She meets herself in the mirror of water,
 And finds herself as the water is.
 Air smears the water;
Water blots her smiling face.
She seeks herself again,
But finds only unruly waves.
She murmurs,
 “ You waves do not shelter me
  As mankind has done”

Morn

Invigorating morning,
Colorless drops dance-
with sultry blows of wind
Musical sip at tea hotel,
And the day begins.

Nothing

A small, murky room,
 Where an old man lives with Nothingness;
 He reads books,
 But Nothingness besieges him in pages.
 While lying on cot as old as he,
 He sets his gaze at an old-fashioned spherical watch
 And childishly counts the tic-tic of it;
 But nothingness does bump into there.
 Going to the attic,
he opens window panes, gazes at shimmering stars, crescent moon and floating clouds,
 Nothingness follows him there too.
 He finds but nothingness.
 He utters the words,
“everything is Nothingness with whom I live”
 And sleeps with it on creaking cot,
 Sleeps…

you

Yes, you do perch on my heart
But a fear-you will fly away soon
penetrates the heart,

Nyx

To lovers,
Nyx rains her blaze,
That is black not white.
As Nyx comes down
The souls of lovers
irradiate with mirth and joy.

River

I behold the river,
Of colorless water.
Wherein the bleak firmaments are swimming.
With them,the ruddy sun is playing hide- and- seek.

Oh! Solitary

Oh! Solitary
Why are you barging in my home?
A home;
where like a restless soul,
I wander to and fro at the green land of my past.

Oh! Solitary,
You have made my all the toys rusted.
My Kites, my balls and the bat all are tangled with the cobwebs.
Now you don’t permit me,
To poise my bat again
And to saturate our narrow street ;
With the howls of laughter and the chaos of shouts with friends.
But this street now seems sleeping since an eon.
Oh! Solitary…