The world wanders in ruins -
Evanescent wonders seven - incessantly inundated
By tortous roars
The seven seas converge at the edge
Pulse on the waves to the
Where in the ancient temple
The scroll is unrolled
I will cruise on the pursuit
To the sacred ganges
Where the river will gurgle the eternal songs.
Decked with epic grandeur
I have to wander from shore to shore
I have to plunge into strange depths
Be blinded by alien motes
For the voice etched on rocks.
The Myth Of Plato's Cave
Benighted in the secret haunt of night - myth
The deluge inherent in your mystic mirage
To demythologise us
Our dessicated hearts will absorb the flares.
In the cave of darkness - confined
Etched conciousness battered
Repining in the cryptic pearls of illusion
While there is surfeit
Of brightness outside.
There will not be a dearth of wariness
The riddle would not be approached
By waht they have promulgated.
One would be disentangled
From the entangling cave
Of night and will howl against the injustice
Of the darkness - blight.
Song Of A Genie
I wish you were here
To charm my sight,
To flip the bewildering pages
Of Arabian nights.
I will be the genie with the magic words
In the incessant pulse - the rippling waters-
I will gurgle love in the silent stream-
A hero embarked on a journey
Of epic grandeur in your dream.
I will be your soothing breeze
When loneliness engulfs you and
Impels you to sit beneath the shady trees
Of serenity and pristine aura
I will be the all enjoyer, though invisible
Of your erotic pastimes
I will be the guardian lamp
In the dark shadow of night and a song
To calm down your turbulent soul
I am the epitome of the pages where wishes
Are granted and desires fulfilled.