The Falling Maples- Living Unconditionally- Poetry by S.S

(c) Shilpa Sandesh Songs...... I would hum, While I gaze at the moon, Words.... I would scrawl, Imagining your glimpse, Dreams.... I would fancy, You besides me Breaths.... I would breathe, Your fragrance, your incense that be, My enchanter, My life, my soul, Here I stand, Forever I will, My arms widespread, As I wait for you!

(c) Shilpa Sandesh My Seer......... The day you came into my life, The day you touched my soul, I saw the lines of destiny in my palms, Making a map, Which leads to you....

(c) Shilpa Sandesh My soul, My true self, Hysterical or insane, Or in a frenzied state, I know not; But I know this: When your heart weeps, I hear the shrill, Of my soul in pain, And it bows to surrender, Without any whims, Or whims undefined, Without any dispositions, Or worldly gains; In the deepest depths, Of my inner self, I feel an ache, A thousand pines, Leaving me still,  Unstirring but serene, Stable but lifeless; My soul then peeps, Into his divine self, And in that vast ocean of love, I feel as tiny as an elf; And then a treble, A cacophonous sound, And all that I could hear, Oh my wicked destiny, Burn me with thousand fires, Dig into me a thousand swords, Tie me with thorns and ropes, But in turn, Give my restless soul,  just one chance, A moment, That moment, The touch of divinity, Blessed I would be, Merry I would be....

(c) Shilpa Sandesh For the enchantment in Poetry........ I wish you could see into my mind, And peep into my inner self, But let me tell you, You won't see a thing, Because your view would be obstructed, By too much of you, Too much of you within me!

(c) Shilpa Sandesh They stood seas apart, Gazing at the celestial sphere, He looks at the moon of the night, While she stares at the evening moon, Bodies across the distances, But souls so near; If it be the rule, Of a bond undefined, As rays define the permanence of the Sun, As the rains define, presence of the clouds, So does his untouched touch, To her flowing hair, Defines the existence of the wind; The vigor of this yearning, Is beyond the sensuous touch, Be it not, just the moments extant, Be it not, just the urge, We would live the afterlife, As then the souls would merge!

(c) Shilpa Sandesh Years have passed, Seasons bygone, In benumbing winters, And the zealous summers , They searched and searched, Their souls' rightful owners; The moment sprung, One fine day, The two met, Magic and Poetry, And the path was laid, For their holy walk; Flowers were sheathed, For the divine aisle, Where demons and Gods, And the spirits stood, Blessings treasured, For countless years, Were showered upon, The two souls; The Moon was the priest, Who united the hearts, Which fluttered for long, In the pangs and stings, In throes and twinge; The Poesy said, To her beloved soul "My search Oh seer, Ends here, I was on a quest, Frisked here and there, Here you stood, Casting your spell, Bound I am now, To walk along, Whether a stride In the alluring heaven Or a tread, In the thorny hell"!

(c) Shilpa Sandesh Amazed are the verses, By an intense idiosyncrasy A sudden spasmodic variation, Autumn turns to spring, Heartaches into cheer and contentment, Can the world be, So enticing and resplendent, As it now seems to me, This is the aura I sought, No money can buy it, No beauty can lure, Let me merge with the seer, I am the sorcerer's slave, Make me lose these breaths, Let me dare the maze, The path perpetual, unknown, Across the cosmic shores, As I don't belong  To this unjust existence anymore!

(c) Shilpa Sandesh If tears can tell it all, Then I would cry whole night, If smiles can be a proof, I would laugh like mads for you, It is not what, The world might perceive, Because it is, Miles ahead, From what everyone can see, Divinity has been sought for long, It has now been achieved, I wonder what this longing is, Oh wizard, Make me at ease.... 

(c) Shilpa Sandesh Moments passing by, Clock's ticking, As I plead for the time to stop; "Stall Oh hands, Of the cruel clock, Slacken just a bit, My soul is not with me, It's lost it's way, Across the seas, To set itself free!" Hope, Anticipation, Endurance for the spell, The spell of woodoo magic, When I shall hear, The divine bells; Every minute is a treasure, Valuable and beyond price, For the inner self shudders, What if tomorrow not be? Submission, Perseverance, Agitation, Impatience, My soul, it is gone, The wait is still on......... 

(c) Shilpa Sandesh Love.... Is it all that is? Or Is it the most beauteous? Love is a mere confession, A feeling, an aggression, Like anguish, like melancholy, Feelings dominated by wisdom, Or by folly; It is but something more, Something prepossessing, Above all the allure, Something graceful and aesthetic, Miles from imprudence and inanity; Mind dwells deeper, The shovel of  undefined inquisitiveness, Digs into abysmal depths; Can there be a touch, without a touch? Yes, An embrace without an embrace, A kiss without the meeting of the lips, Entangling fingers from seas apart, Where the two can still hear, The beating of each others heart; So Oh Wizard, If you sense a presence, An aura, an invisible semblance, It's the wish, a dream, An ethereal beam, Rising from my soul, In search of its true master, And in your soul, It shall meet.

(c) Shilpa Sandesh What would it be like, To be a poet's muse, Poetry ponders, An inspiration and an impulse, And with words to be fused; Spellbound is the verse, By the magic's charm, Or is the spell ensnared, By the Poesy's raptures? To portray this beguiling bond, There are no words to expound, Companionship is too unjust, Inadequate to call it Love, What could then it be, Only the two can tell; The poetry is touched, By the magic's wizardry, A touch so celestial, Through the winds and moon and stars; Words take a leap, Poetry becomes a song, The song becomes a story, To be lived forever, by the two elegiac souls.

(c) Shilpa Sandesh Words I have written, The reverences proclaimed, All appear barren, Worthless and in vain; Magic searched my words, Or my expressions yearned enchantment, The dilemma is no more, The divination discovers the core; I wonder whether I digressed, Or the magic drifted from its course, Poetry personifies me, Under the wizard's spell I shall stay; The joy knows no bounds, The magnetism or an illusion, A power or fascination, This allure is so profound; A connection of the souls, In quest for each other, Words and the spell, Are finally together; The pursual ends, Incertitude resolves, Let the two laugh, forgetting the sighs, As they lie beneath the starry sky.

(c) Shilpa Sandesh Joys are transient, So is the despair; Fleeting are the hours of light, So is the tenebrosity; Short-lived are the smiles, So are the tears; Subtle yet pertinent, Nothing is eternal, Everything is ephemeral

(c) Shilpa Sandesh A sudden nudge, Or mind galvanized, Contemplation kindled, Provoked to the highs; Bygone is the past, Cognizance stays, Refusing to fade away, Remembrances are so vast; She perceives, She smiles, And writes about, The traversed miles; Beautiful is grotesque, Hideous is divine, That be the creator's design, That is how, Life would forever be; Worthless is the retrospection, The reflections which be, As it's the existence and destiny, In an incessant strife, And memories are, The souvenirs from life!

(c) Shilpa Sandesh The G string, Dynamism incarnated, An intonation of supremacy, Of élan and aplomb; The D string, A manifestation of, Receding volatility, Deliquescing exasperation; The A string, Heralding euphony, Filling the life, With mellifluent theme; The E string Obsequiousness denoted, Marking the prelude, To life's vehement song; So are the fervours of existence, Ebullient and bitter-sweet, Conquering the life, Audaciously greeting, What future might bring, I play, The violin's frets and strings.

(c) Shilpa Sandesh Incessantly, evermore, An endless tranquility, This inner me, Has canvassed for; Repulsed I feel, Defeated I am, By the nature's impulse, Dynamism unrivaled; Each tread brings, A perpetual alleviation, Mind obliterates the past stings, Soul espies with Natura, An arcane connection; To be one, Or not to be, With that entity, Anonymously, invisible existent, I am past, The dilemma that subsisted; The breeze embraces me extensively, Like lovers loving unconditionally, Bygone are the vexations, And anguish forgotten; From destitute to joyful, Miserable to merry, Miles forth from forlorn, I am reborn! ,

(c) Shilpa Sandesh Plenary droplets, So pellucid so pure, Clouds showering, The transparent bliss to lure; Billowing mist, Upsurging from the hills, Like two lovers parting, After Love's first kiss; Beyond the wildest, Ineffable aspirations, A longing stays, To explore the forbidden ways; As for the moment, My thoughts are my opponents, Turned into words of affection, By my pen, My sole companion!

(c) Shilpa Sandesh The first sight, Confronting eyes, Jitters in the heart, Benevolence in an implausible fight; Mind baffles, The soul abets, Treading nearer, Tickles growing weird and queerer; Impeding steps, Stomping and retreating, Befuddlement and dilemma, The poise projects; The pieces of puzzle, Are rambled, untethered, The mutual allure, What seems to be, The messenger dove, Is the ever mystifying, Labyrinthine love!  

(c) Shilpa Sandesh Striding midst the highlands, Partially brown, inadequately green, Elsewhere from the material glitters, Fictitious pomp and sheen; A radiant facet, Of a world in The world, Like a midget island, Betwixt the profane worldly ocean's whirls; A beauteous bird, spreading its wings, Unperturbed by what tomorrow may bring, Can I be that gliding crane? Unbothered by all the pain; The creation is dwelling with sins, Concocted and brimful with feign, All that would be and that has been, Persistence and forbearance are in vain; Recovering from the contemplation, A communion with a world, Of verisimilitude and truth, A figment of my imagination; Retreating the walk, In the lush greens, I wonder, If ever the dreams would be true, Or truth would forever, Linger in the dreams! A musing, a hope, A wish to unwind, Does it dwell in me alone? Or does it perch in every mind?  

(c) Shilpa Sandesh Crimson empyrean, Hazel grounds, Scopic sapless terra firma, Miserable and piercing sounds; Strutting dubitably,  Breathless and parched, Stupefied and astound, Onerously pestilent sounds; A flutter, A shimmer, Eyes blink,  Retreating slumber; Flourishing, lush green, A luxurious vegetation, Grass carpeted ridge, And humming bird's sound; An inconspicuous assimilation, Of the dark and delight, The senses and mind, In an ominous fight; And as I unshut, My sleeping eyes, Relieved I am, As it was just a dream, And gone are the sighs!