Saturday, 25 December 2010


whimsy of the nirvana brought
me, on the stairs of the Ganges,
before the offering the sacred
flowers, waters, honey, sandal
the flow of river rejected appeal,

they wanted to see my egos,
depth of heart, the life s hidden
diary, the verification of shadow,
the afraid of exposed the body
and mind, i had no explanations,

the lines of forehead is crossed
to each other in a such way that
unwillingly, mission postponed,
far away in the muddy waters,
the sun was sinking or searching
the way to create the morning in
some other planet, Siddhartha and
Sujata both were looking to each
other, i preferred the middle path,

returned back to my beloved world,
as i have to live in my way, loving
to surroundings, it is my paradise,
might be full of miseries, agonies
but ultimate destination is here, only
among the dark and light faces.
(Siddharth is name of Buddha and Sujata
is a lady who offered the sweet rice during
end of Buddha s meditation )

painting by - JONE BINZONELLI


In the blizzard night, hoary glows
scattered the mystical feelings,
the emotions inclined, standing
hours near the medieval basilica,

the reflection of moon light from
the snow roofed mountains, dells
i waited for you, embracing the
delicate dreams to chest, silently
i looked the hazy sky, the hamlet
is under the grip of sound sleep,

an indigo beam of promise, slowly
emerging far away from your eyes,
gradually the light becomes larger
and larger, the congealed moment
before the dawn, melted glaciers of
ecstasy flooded as the caged night
liberated from arms of aloofness,

sweet kisses remind me the meaning
of life, i wiped the window panes
robins were twittering twig to twig, in
the tender light of sun, i looked the
soggy roses desiring to unfold petals,

your inclined face touching to my
shoulders, silky hands encircled to
my chest, heart, neck, as climber
of wild, in the golden line of horizon,
spring is knocking the heart softly!
the life was not so beautiful before.


nothing would be remained forever
than why too much questions
the crown of season has no
permanent residence, do not
send the letters by crazy winds,

colors change every moments
pollination has no boundaries
emotions were bubbles, dreams
anthology of beloved faces
just keep in the eyes, making
the album of life is not so easier,

clouds kissed the ocean waves
or waves submitted whole life
riddles were defeated by destiny
the milk converted into curd, its
not possible to go back again,

elements definition is the final
origin has decided the terminus
in the way many beautiful halts
destination is strange mile stone,
we have sowed the love seeds
what s hidden in the future cave
no one has miracle to predict?