About Me

Bangaluru, India
As a shadow is cast overhead I rejoice in the coming of the gloom Lifting my eyes to view what, to me, is beauty I decipher what is read in the cloud The verse is shouting out and ringing in my ears the claps of thunder. Kneeling in the rainfall, I let my tears wash away.Wind's whispers beckoning me to the end of this mortality. Inhaling the sweet scent of the approaching Armageddon. Elation is overwhelming. The way to the end of this walk is dim, but somehow I find it, better than the walk itself. As now my hands and knees are bruised from the thorns that laid on the way that I treaded to reach this far Every beat of my heart is a death-toll chiming in a mind As chimes grow stronger the earth shudders in the anarchy of ruthlessness My final lament is a requiem to the Gods of Darkness All deep contempt is a blasphemous sacrilege to Salvation ......Salvation form of being unbound from this mortal feeling of true emotions , which is so easily faked

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Looking at You


Looking at you , poets forget
Comparison of beauty
As you make the beholder sway
With the gracefulness of your smile
Like the golden sun rays sparkle
When they fall on the frozen streets
My eyes sparkle just by looking at you

Looking at you , the moon fades out
As she sees someone prettier than her
The diamonds and pearls feel shy
Seeing the glow in your face
When you smile, it feels like a long winter night
Has ended with a bright morning
Your lips are so magical that
And gives a brand new meaning to life
Even a dead heart starts thumping, just by looking at you

The ways you sway when you are happy
Is like a symphony of the tall purple grasses in the prairies
Your fair like the sunflowers
And your cheeks like the light pink orchids of autumn
The lustrous hair of yours are the thunderous dark clouds
Oh you are so beautiful
Like the sun shining down from the clear blue sky
You are so beautiful,
That there is no way I can explain to the world
Don't know whether to call you
An Angel or Princess, a Flower or a Miracle
Or Goddess of beauty itself


Looking at you ,I see my mind
Writing a thousand songs in praise
Painting pictures of you in my imagination
As I realize that a dying soul
Learns to live again
Just by looking at you
Witnessing the fathomless depths of the oceans
Right in your eyes,
I understand why God created you
The earth keeps turning
The sun keeps burning
Just by looking at YOU

...... Saptarshi

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