English hunter

Once I promised you Even death won't separate us Thy believed me and my words But now the time has come To take me off Grab me from your hands And pull me back to black I won't leave you alone Will keep up my promise With my presence You will find me in you And every bits of nature Where the buds bloom And leaves dance You will find me Those lakes where we Shared the sunset; Will now portray my face Paddy fields in which we Secretly made love will Make you feel my touch Those hilltops on whose peaks We exchanged our breath Will now fill you with my voice when you utter the alphabets Of my name Thy gives me a chance to live In the world Where I no more belong A chance of rebirth. ...

Ocean embracing the timid shore Sky touching the horizon Rain drops kissing the window glass Rainbow smooching the water falls And me.... Feeling those wild alphabets Word of a secret passion That dominates the universe Reunion of body and soul..... My love is not a red red rose But a blooming lilly spreading The fragrance of holy binding I fall for you each day Unaware of the truth that One day I will move from you A day of judgement;  Where I see tears in your eyes Dont cry I say; Dont cry Fate may take me from you But I promise I will leave back my bit A bit that resembles me Moulded from my flesh and our blood A bit for which you have to live A bit which will bring back The smile on your face... The promise to make you live As Marwell once told... I can hear times winged chariot Reaching nearer, searching for me Hands of the black masked man Tightening his hook aiming my neck.. Take me off my beloved At least till the next sun rise.. Let us walk...

Blissed in those empty hands Oh angel,some more warmth I need Heavenly hugs lash away my pain Lovely kisses make me strong God with flesh and blood I see the divine daily Feel the vibe infinite by the Celestial power she possess Eagle and dove at heart Strong enough to fight back And calm enough to tame the world The queen to rule the universe Angel,  I have seen your  rage When the black hands tore my skirt Starry eyes changed colour With holded the power to destroy Even I got scared; frightened To make you calm and peace But I knew the trick, a tear drop From my eyes will bring you back Thy petal heart melted when my Butterfly lips touched it Such tender soul is yours Oh Angel.. You made me feel alive..

I lost myself, did u see me?? Last seen with brown skin And black hair. Did you?? Search within you..please I may be found there... I remember the street And those flesh markets Where I saw human flesh Being sold greedly.... Some one told some day Human flesh is most tasty Is it so??? Am I being taken for that Did you see me??? Yes I was naked but dressed I was naked to welcome truth I was dressed to wecome lie A truth which you never saw And a lie that I ignored.. My life was always a dilemma I lost myself in its hard waves But Did you see me some where?? If so please do let me know Because it is not for me I have someone waiting to reach me How can I betray that good soul?? So help me... I think I am trapped..

You may see them empty His empty hands But the ocean of love Spread across his hands Is visible only to me I alone belive in its fullness As I alone feel its warmth They are made for me For me to seek solace Solace in which I find me Those empty hands of him Taught me to write When mine were dead alive Poured the ink of bliss Through those lean fingers I was jealous, jealous Of those worthy hands Because even without the cuffs They made me a slave Slavery which I asked for...

YET ANOTHER GANDHARI.... Her cry was out loud Even Vasudev shed his tears She roared like wild sea                                                   As she lost herself Yet another cry from An empty dry womb When the mad sea roared It took away her dreams Loosing the reason for existence Loosing her own flesh and blood She cried like a mad head All she had was lifeless bodies When the tides moved away Her beloved reached the shore All blueish and swelled Alive yet dead The sea whom she worship Her waves whom she admired Turned out to be wild and Stole away her believes When the Kouravas died For what they have done Here is another Gandhari Who cries for no mistake..... A tribute to all good souls died in Tsunami(2005)

Depth of the sea never scared me Instead I was obsessed with her Dancing over the tides and Singing with the whales... I do not know how I was born Yet I know I am human Yet I know I am fish Yet I know I am a mere myth... Poets call me an unreal beauty Sailors call me a trap to death But no one really know my heart A heart which craves for love... Yes I am being loved here Loved by the star fish Loved by the coral stones Even loved by the wild sea... But nothing fulfilled my thirst Thurst for being seen Thurst for being cuddled or A need for being real... Because I do exist... I do sing... But my mealody goes unheard..

A TRIBUTE TO THE IMMORTAL POET Hold back your tears.. When he could, Why can't you my eyes?? People forgot his verse Forgot the colour of his Ink... Sometimes called him a failure She once told... Success is counted sweet But for him the taste of success Is never familiar... But there are some like me.. Who still look forward For his immortal flow As we believe in him... He never rejected us Even after years and years Interpretations got doubled... And our Love too.. Yes he loved humanity... And sometimes We loved him back too..

MYTH AND REALISM                                  Reality is myth. The universe which holds so much of energy and life is nothing but illusion. Complications of life are diluted through myths. Even though the stories and people who live only in our myths are considered to be utter superstitious but the reality is that we live through them. Through the present, past is being revealed. The beautiful process of bridging the gap between myth and reality is like the combination of man and nature because both are interdependent. The influence of willing suspension of disbelief again adds to the fact that reality is revealed through myths. They may seem obscure and unreasonable but the irony is that despite being vague myths spread light into reality. Myths possess the power to foresee realism

Literary Analysis Heart of Darkness (Description of the Journey down The River)                           Heart of Darkness is a philosophical novella written by Joseph Conrad in the year 1899. He had applied the Frame Narrative technique to reveal the experiences of Charles Marlow as an ivory transporter down the Congo River in Central Africa. The story is a complex exploration of the beliefs people hold on what constitutes a barbarian versus a civilized society . Conrad also brings out the stance on colonialism and racism that was part and parcel of European imperialism. The novel is analyzed with respect to its Theme, Characterization, Language, Narrative Technique, Point of View, Atmosphere and Setting. THEME Ø   Race Conrad does seem to have some unconventional ideas about race at least, unconventional for the late nineteenth century. ...

It was a rainy day..I was standing near my window pane not to enjoy rain but to curse the so called heavenly bliss which had ruined my movie date with him..All dreams which I had imagined in the theater transformed into broken glasses.. I was swimming deep into the ocean of romance, suddenly I came to notice a tall man wearing black spectacle holding no umbrella. He was standing under a tree and seemed to be drowned in his own world. I wondered how he could survive that cold weather..I withdrew from this sight and tried to concentrate on my daily chaos.. Next day morning I was walking through the streets trying to get some fresh air..The weather was so good as it barely gave me the memories of last day's monstrous rain..Literally it made me fall in love with Keats and Wordsworth who had praised the aesthetic beauty of nature which I barely believed.. It was so much so coincidence that the man with black spectacle appeared infront of me all of a sudden. This time I could be more ...

Suffocated even in this air conditioned room.. Groaning inside with a throbbing heart and aching head..I cried for the fresh breeze... Longed for the clouds which will take me beyond the seas.. Alone amidst the madding crowd I couldnt find a hand to hold..I was feeling selfless and rootless...Where was the real me? I had all answers in my mind but my mouth forgot to act his part.. Huhh wondering why I personified my mouth with the male gender!!! Which other organ dominates the entire body??!! Sometimes even my shadow cheats me. Culprit, cheating its own master.. Yes I was alone..May be that is my destiny..A birth to face sorrows  and forced to forget love. ..