Remembering .....Vaali & Manjula.

Are you that stunning strolling beauty,

Moon taking the shape of a lady !

 Are they those thick flying hair locks,

Dark clouds exchanging the place !

 

Are they those soft colourful lips,

 The blooming pomegranate flower buds !

 Are they those beautiful twinkling eyes,

The family of deer and fish envy !

 

With bow like curved brows,
and your sharp looks like arrows,

and your exuberant beauty as battle field,

have you come to the world to fight ?

With the vibrant colour of the smile,

on the apple cheeks with dimple,

is that you who serves
the taste of mixed honey ?

Ruby red finger tips,
hands with beautiful singing glass bangles,
are you that astonishing climber
with swaying fruits on either side ?
 

Taking the light from the burning fire
and the cool from sandalwoo
what can I say about your beauty,
the statue cast in pure gold.

The thighs like the stems of plantain tree,
On it a black mole enhancing the beauty,
Oh! I can say that God has used His full ability
in creating her with such beauty.
*****
Vaali, the lyricist and Manjula, the actress
who expired during the recent days.(RIP)

Vaali



Manjula



My Darling





INSAT-3D

Congratulations ISRO !
Launch of Advanced Indian

weather satellite INSAT-3D

from French Guyana !

What a happy news, hai na ?

This may increase our confidence

in  meteorological weather forecasts,
and hope to reduce nature's disaster reports.

My Darling,

I dream we design and develop
A small Space Shuttle to envelop
And carry us to the cool shining moon.
We stay there happily singing long and alone.

For safe journey, we in Space Suit,
How will you look, very beautiful and cute!
But when thirsty to sip,
How to reach your cherry lip?

We will go round and round in our honey moon
And see on earth the men and women known.
If God is near, we will ask Him a boon,
To bless us your minimized replica,
Our loving daughter soon.
*****

My Dancing Deity.

INVOCATION OF GOD BY NATURE

I have opened my heart clear !

A golden deity dancing live there !
Can't you see there a lone figure on the pedestal ?
In the temple of my heart, you, the only deity and idol !

From my heart blood, spin the finest thread,

Weave the softest red carpet spread,
On which, you happily perform your choicest dance
While I recite the sweet melody of our romance.

Tiring after your splendid and divine dance,

Quench your thirst with the nectar in trance,
Keep your head on my lap and calmly sleep,
As our souls and body together weft and warp.

Rain showers like divine blessings with flowers !

Our love is eternal and to stay for ever !
Like the flowers bloom and spread the fragrance,
Is it not that Love, the Life's meaning and essence ?
 

Pic from net.
*****

Cruel Dance of Death.

Death of 27 young innocent

school children as of now,

after taking mid-day meals 

served in their schools.

theory of poisoning.

what wrong the young lives have done ?
They are not for vote banks.

 

as usual politicizing,

and blame game.

Who are responsible for heinous crime?

ordered probe

time passes

in due course people forget

until they remember in next

similar episode.

 

tears... tears... tears

heartfelt tears.

what else?

If you remain silent, 

heart less and action less.

Come to the road,
branded as hooligans.

this has become the order of the day.

why this cruel hatred ?

why can't it be replaced with LOVE ?

Sabko Sanmathi de Bhagwan. 

*****

Buds, Oh Buds!

Buds, oh silent flower buds!

my love, she is sleeping,

bloom in the morning.

If you, golden buds 

bloom in the night,

soft sound may come;

and my love, if she wakes up

my heart may not tolerate.

Buds, oh silent flower buds!

my love, he is sleeping,

so bloom in the morning.

If you, golden buds 

bloom in the night

soft sound may come;

and my love, if he wakes up

my heart may not tolerate.

If you present a flower,

I'll keep it near my heart.

If those flowers dry,

I safely save them all in the locker.

In the night,

I'll come to the garden of your house,

leaving the flower I'll steal the thorns.

If you say yes,

I'll bloom as a flower in your shirt.

I'll gather the air she exhales,

and the remnant tea in her cup

I'll say it's the holy water. 

On the sands of the sea,

I'll write our names and see.

If the waves wash away that,

and I see whether I can kill it.

Seeing the sweating on your forehead,

I think of hiding you from the sun.

Buds, oh silent flower buds!

my love, he is sleeping,

so, bloom in the morning.

If you, golden buds 

bloom in the night

soft sound may come;

and my love, if he wakes up

my heart may not tolerate.

*****