Mortal

In  flood of  thoughts

I try to swim, 

sinks my nostrils

and emotions run to the brim…

Like a web woven with fine threads

knotted is the mind

in vivid imagination

castles are  built

the biggest of them

collapses

 without prior intimation

like a deck of cards fall

while staging like a palace

so appear the dreams

temporary and mortal.

Motif

reside I in the intricate motifs of your palm

 invisible which are to naked eyes

sometimes present in the fragrance of  henna

often amidst the maze of  lines.

my presence thus confined to

intrinsic charm of your hands

and I dwell as the imperceptible

touch of fate

as destined, I am.

Aspirations

The dancing hues of the royal arch
crowns which the sapphire
in septette ,
mesmerize
and inspire every heart
the sky isn't far off
my friend
look beyond
and reach the stars...

Solitary woolgathering

from mist of the dark nights crossing the seven seas,
floating on the dancing clouds
the flight of starry wings,
Arrive, Thou! in realm of my fragrant dreams…
awaits the poignant pauses
of my heart for Thee,
in those soundless moments
of solitary woolgathering.