I want to lose the heart

I want to lose the heart which
Has preserved an unfulfilled soul -
Entering on false competition stage,
Is an unsatisfied vision less steersman of the life vessel.
Has burnt it in the flame of retaliation day and night,
Has lost life rhythm against an abstract interest.

I want to forget the stupid heart who
Tries to find a comparison of incomparables in worldly wealth,
Is responsible for loosing relationship at the hand of unworthy quarrel.
Has tried to find solidarity in isolation,
Tried to find definition of donation in worthless calculation.

The heart which is
Sentenced to imprisonment of cruelty,
Resides in the cave of selfishness,
Unable to recognize the poetry of music,
Unable to comply with footsteps of youth,
- I want to lose the heart.

It was you

Who has lit the light in dark?
Who has made me forget pain of separation?
I was a prisoner at dungeon,
Hopeless Suffering.
Who has brought the melody back in me?

I asked my pen for prosody!
Pen didn't give- I came back empty-handed.
I asked wind for flourish!
Wind did not give- I failed.
I wanted to shelter from grass!
Grass did not give shelter- I,a tired for ever.

Then you came-
As ray through the pores of cage,
As fragrance through the orifice of ground.
Wiped my wounds with your tears,
Kept me in heart, Understood me.

You are the first to listen to my heart,
You are the first to read my eyes,
You are my dream partner,
       The touch of fresh fire.

Unnamed Light

Under midnight sky
Light is burning in scrap-heap.
Lonely naked light,
Rotating air covers with
Sheet of trash.
Light cries, scream
Dogs on the road answer.
Light beam reaches sky, to the eyes of vulture-
Hungry one will become food.
Unholy mark of others mistake
Dearest prey of GOD?
Life by chance is even more dangerous.
Don't put on the light, and
If put on don't let to be put off. 

Only you

I remember you-
Looking at the closed eyes of calm cloud,
Looking at the tired stars of motionless night.

I remember you in reckless instigation of childhood,
I remember you in colored elegance of youth,
I remember you at veiled afternoon,
I remember you at golden shadow of pleasant evening.

I see you-
Spreading illusion at corner of lonely lane,
Riding ferry of bargee less vessel.

I see you in scratches on sand of sea-shore,
I see you in water-globule on banana-leaf.

You reside in my unwavering mentality,
You reside in my lost poetry.

You are
The steersman of my pride,
My unforgettable color,
My awakened consciousness,
My shape-maker.
You are the leader of my life path,
The Invited Justice.

Unborn

A dwarf traveler I am,
Walking all the long,
Out of this mortal world,
In hades.
I am unborn, because -
My death is in womb,
A premature death.
Abandoned before arrival,
Broken before being added.

I am not the charioteer of family's dream, rather
I am a memorial of inability to
Maintain clan flow intact.
Convicted before birth,
Entire family is afraid of my entrance.
I am an Evil,
A barriers for dynasty progression.
I am a sacrifice of some fallacious salvo;
Dedicated at party of false tradition.

How did you forget -
I was once valiant restless queen of Jhansi,
Again Sarojini Naidu,
And now the Mrs. modern.

I bring the future in my lap,
I show life path forever,
I am the symbol of dancing waters in ocean,
The beauty of bright moonlight,
An innocent strength,
Rosiness of evening sun.

Yet I am weak;-
Now I am just waiting for the next time,
When entire family will be blessed with my male-birth,
Their so-called destiny will change.
But what about me and my destiny?
Answer please.

Desired contrasts

I have seen
Tied determination at yellow flame of depressing pain,
A ray of light at the center of extensive darkness,
An alternative to freedom in yearlong confinement,
Sea of sympathy in an obdurate.

Empty hand to take up responsibility of entire society,
Finding gold in the mire under lotus,
Dream bird in aloof eyes,
Speechless mouth to speak words of heart.
Fragrance of worship in dry flowers,
Heard echo of prosody in numb voice,
Lightning to play on lap of gloomy clouds,
Noise of anklet bells to cut through nights.

I have found
Huge inside small,
Hope inside dejection,
Future to be hidden in present, and
Mental rigidity in lamentation.

Have seen courage hidden in frightened,
Creativity in absent minded.
Inquisitive mind in a vagabond,
New life in wave less pond.

THE NEWCOMER

Accumulating the restlessness of the flowing river,
Gathering the force of the storm,
Spreading the shine of the burning sun,
With the serenity of twilight on face,
He will be born.

When he will come -
World will be filled with chirping of birds,
New buds will bloom on tree branches,
Delighted clouds will rain.
He will come bringing nectar from the deepest sea, 
He will come to distribute the divinity of Olympus.
He will arrive as the excellence of stature, 
as a figure of disciplined sagacity.
He will be born to bind the infinite,
to pass the impassable.
He will reach to flaming desert as consoling water drop;
will enter in a poor rustics house as lighted lamp.  

He will be 
the holder of delightful consciousness,
the prosody of fond poetry,
the instability of infancy,
the fickleness of youth.

His entrance will be 
as lightning of generosity,
as toughness dormant in depression. 
He will be
extinct arrogance, dedicated love.

With the glossiness of thousand stars,
With the torch of new era in hand
The NEWCOMER will be born.