Unsaid

She never said

And he never asked

Even if the thoughts were there

He never uttered a single word.

And she, like she was,

Could never have believed

Even if the words she wished 

Were the words she heard.

For his voice was a magical spell

That made her heart quiver,

She dwelled in weaved worlds

Where his voice shined,

And she was the staunch believer.

His voice brightened every corner

And every nook,

With the fragrance of his smile there,

There was nothing that could have her shook

And yet she never spoke...

Her eyes spake of her feelings

But the silence, her lips never broke.

He wished too,

To speak of his soul,

The mystery of her dimple,

And how it made him whole.

If only words were that simple,

He could write sagas about her,

For she was nothing like he ever knew

But everything he desired 

And his heart drew.

She was the comfort of morning rays

And enigma of the satin night,

The embodiment of the gentlest soul,

And the sparkle in her eyes

Made everything right,

His universe with the perfect sight.

And still, she never said

And he never asked 

Even if the thoughts were there

They never uttered a single word

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Cosmos Rays

Once upon a moon, I wandered

Deep in the tall grey forest

It was never a journey

I wished to take

Yet I never wondered

Why I was there

It was calm everywhere

Enough of it to hear

The rustle of the leaves

Yet I never listened

My thoughts,

if there were any,

Hovered around

In a brownian motion

As they meandered in the

Flickering light of the glow worms

Then on a morning like any other

You shined on me, like the

First rays from the brilliant sun

From far across the mountains

With your smile

Sweeter than ambrosia

And your snuggling grasp

Softer than the breeze

You showed me the path

I had long forgotten

And as we walked through

The field of the Cosmos flowers

I could feel my heart beat again

To the melody of your breath

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Magnum Opus

Nothing could have been more real, still it sounded like an illusion. I knew I was there but I could not feel my existence. Everything seemed so ephemeral yet so enduring; it became difficult to classify which really was and which really was not. It was no less than a sonata. It was eternal bliss.

The place spelled mesmerizing bounty for nature’s quintessence. It had those vivid hues of a rainbow albeit in pastel shades. It was all so different, still so united. The sound of water splashing against the rocks was pristine melody. The breeze’s elegance was spellbinding. Had it not been for the breeze touching my skin, I, perhaps, would have forgotten the mortal truth of my existence. There was a tinge of sun’s orange hue which claimed the grandiose arrival of the dawn. As moments kept passing, the imperialism of sun’s ascent augmented the serenity of the vista. That was just not a scenic sunrise; it was a symphony, a symphony of nature, a symphony of life.

The chirping of birds with the rhythmic unveiling of the horizon was innate. The glistening rays upon the foamy waters were worth a zillion diamonds. The fragrance of the water hauled the warmth of the infant rays along with the mizzle of the earthy trance. That was a trance so ethereal and so plausible. That was a trance too hard to escape. There was a melodious humdrum that the nature was humming on to my ears. I did not quite understand it and I had no intentions of doing that either. I just wanted to be in that moment as much as I can; to feel and experience everything that was transpiring. How beautiful and mystic can nature be? That was ephemeral and eternal and the ether spelled every word of its existence. The duality existing in such a symbiosis is perhaps the most conflicting of marvels.

Anything this mystical can never cease to surprise. I wondered if it is remotely possible to hold time and freeze this moment, forever. But, if that would have been possible, even vaguely, that would have meant the doom of the opus and the bliss. The sun paved paths brighter as it progressed ahead on its journey through the cerulean sky. Fleecy clouds formed and deformed as if indicating the moods of the zenith with each passing moment. There was so much of every activity, it was becoming a bit arduous to encompass every minutiae. With so much going-on, what amused me was the rhythm at which each was ensuing and the melody of the transitions. With the ascent of descend, the sun regained its magical hue. It spelled a promise of the potentials of the next day as it started descending onto the lap of the horizon. The tinkling of the small stones, as the bystanders of this daily phenomenon, seemed to ratify the assertion. All aspects were so in harmony!

It was time to call it a day as everybody tended to return to their respective abodes with some attaining their natural states of tranquility; but how to break the allure of the elixir of the symphony of the vista and the harmony with which it exist and coexist. The bountiful favors of the nature was spreading its wings onto the twilight and merging itself with the purpleness. It was nothingness pronouncing the eternity of nature’s quintessence. It was elation amalgamating with pristinity. It was Life!

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Symphony

With the rhythm of time

Life’s symphony plays

Conveys the melody within

And prances through joyous days

Together they glide

And move through hills and lakes

Subtle yet prominent

Viable are the paths they make

Somewhere from the shadows

The splendid sun peeks

Of glories and stories

Inspiring as it speaks

The symphony flows

Through the river that grooves

Rhyming with beats

And with all those moves

There’s more than charm

To this lyrical word

The entirety and mirth

That moves the world.

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