Limerick / krishna

for another trip
ready to take around Sun
the earth in new year

Frog and turtle were two good friends.
Basking together on beach-strand.
Flew over them, a hawk.
Turtle turned into rock.
Toad jumped long to reach out of sand.



Krishna plays flute for her
in token of love to Krishna
Radha brings bowl of butter



Kanha! in silence of your flute;
Your love is so intense,
my breath too goes on mute.

Krishna! You're my life's belief,
The world is full of woe;
it's only you, who gives relief.

Krishna! you live in my heart.
Whenever listens your name,
fills with joy and starts to spurt.

Kanha! you're always in my soul.
You are everything for me;
without you, my musings go foul.

I am fair, your complexion's dark.
But you are so adorable;
for you only, my dreams embark.

Radha! you are height of my love.
My flute blows only for you;
without you, its tune goes rough.

You are my real love Radhey!
I like to play with you,
in Vrindavan streets, whole of day.

I take care of cows in meadow.
Who takes care of my butter,
I know, you are the benign fellow.


We played in unison

Life is a journey

Life is nothing but a mysterious voyage.
From birth to death, given as a travel package.

Life is always awesome and wonderful journey,
provided, one has learnt the art, how to manage.

Many obstacles and challenges come on the route.
To cross the hurdles, one needs wisdom and courage

In childhood, on plane; in youth goes through mountains,
passing through various stages, slopes down in old age

Hills, rocks, trenches and rivers of trouble on the way;
To go across one builds bridges, tunnels and passage.

Sometimes goes over and sometimes under the bridge.
Passes through homes, huts, shops; of city, town, village.

It has few stations to stop on the way and take fuel,
those are work, rest, family, friends, love and marriage.

Holds liabilities, worries, sorrow and happiness,
to carry along with, amongst its other luggage.





heritage
homage
image
linkage
millage

Love in open

I love in open
so as everyone sees
my heart's not broken

rain rain go away
we are out to make our day
let fall the love rays

kissing at sea shore
lets love flow like singing waves
my brave heart craves more

whole of sky may bless
I like to love in open
sun moon stars witness


under mistletoe
we kissed to flourish our love  

host tree to suicide  

  

the mistletoe 

smiles to gaze at host tree 

whole body nude 

The morning cup

Since married, same smell awakes me in the morning.
Not bored, yet, after forty years; I feel it charming.
I dam cared, even caffeine consumed is alarming.
Because it's something, that gives, hands of my darling.

Idea came to mind, to change the hands to get distinct smell.
Next moment, I quashed the thought, as God of Love did tell.
That obviously saved my life, from going to an unknown hell.
The morning cup keeps ever, our wonderful tie to prevail.