Beloved Soul...!!

Beloved soul..
you are my spring in the cold winter .
The ebb and flow of your gentle breeze,
comfort my fatigue and returns my novelty!

Beloved Soul..
You breath my love and I flirt with your silence.
The silence produce Sweet melodious notes, 
in the invisible strings and pulsates my heart!

Beloved Soul..
You are my words and I live your feelings,
The feelings resonate with profound gist,
and swirls as shadow-less in endless echoes

Beloved Soul..
We revel in the nothingness to merge as whole.
we stay beyond as lovely twin souls.
Beloved soul we coalesce in perfect unison!!


© Maaya Dev

Journey of a 'Nomad'...!!

From one birth to another...the endless journey of a 'Nomad'....the journey called life…we all are part of that great journey.....it starts the moment we take birth…our destiny decides the path of our journey. However our efforts and decision can alter our course of journey but path is greatly unknown for each of us. As we walk ahead the journey unfolds in the mysterious way..We walk hoping that our path will be great, smooth & beautiful but we stumble upon when it is rocky, ugly & unknown.


On our way we often face unexpected rough weather, yet we can’t go back or stop our journey midst of it. We often meet many travellers on our pathways. Some are friendly, some are not. Some cause trouble, some are helpful, some become a part of us and some act as perfect stranger. Some rush too fast ahead with ease and some walk too slow with great efforts. We have noticed few are too concerned about their own path that they fail to look around or enjoy the journey. But few are compassionate travellers that they pause in-between to help the co traveller to come along.. It is fun to have a co traveller as they make the journey more interesting & meaningful…Yet after some time a junction may come up on our way and you get separate from them forever. What remains, is plain memories. Eventually one has to move on alone as life goes on...we continue the rest journey hoping to meet someone on our way till destination... Journey is long & lone...it doen’t wait for anyone...we may have some co traveller with us on our way is merely 'An Illusion’..


The journey of a nomad temporarily ends in tthe grave...till he takes birth again...

Krishna, My Lord..!!

Life is cacophony,
Wish, it is symphony.
In my hour of leisure,
I miss your whisper.

I hear a sweet voice,
Calling me in disguise,
Oh Krishna! Is that YOU?
Teasing me without cue.

Your aura, hue of blue,
Gives me perfect clue.
Your melodious flute,
Emits endless delight.

My anguish gets cease,
With your divine peace.
Your love is my grace,
I long your embrace.

Pour light on my way,
Save me from this bay.
Bless me Lord, naively,
From my sins of earthly.

'Transcendental Devotion',
Only means of salvation.
Be with me, erase my ego,
 Be my guide, help me glow..!!

© Maaya Dev

Unrealistic Glimpse..!!

For a while 
wake me not
from deep slumber.
Let me live
in the space of
sweetest dream.

I am surrendering
my reality for a lie
I am in love with.

I know it is transitory
certainly fragile.
Perhaps a mere illusion
of a desiring mind.
Or may be 
an unlived 
cherishing wish.

It is winsome
Pure whimsical 
Unreal though..
Yet, I love the way
it woos my senses
and captures my heart.

For a while
wake me not
from deep slumber.
Let me once again
live with those 
unrealistic glimpse
I am in love with..

© Maaya Dev

Plight of Mother India..!!

Half a century has passed,

silently she witnesses

chaos amidst  life.

Humanity  axed, love scarce,

exploitation in, corruption rules,

insanity paves ways for violence,

peace - a luxurious demand,

terrorism, a new-found mantra.

Fake principles of the ruthless,

youngsters with lost insight,

playing with weapons and fire.

Bloodshed giving an adrenaline rush!

She dies a million deaths daily,

Her heart bleeds, the pain echoes,

She searches for children,

instilled with sensitivity,

who will fight for justice,

with unity and nonviolence,

to protect her pride and honour.

Her compassionate heart,

Earnestly desire a dream,

'A womb' that makes her feel proud!

Let 'Utopianism' be

our gift of love for her..!!

© Maaya Dev

Good Night...!!!

Dear friends/readers...

I am pleased to introduce a new talanted poet Reena Prasad through my blog. Her compostions are amazing and worth to keep. We can clearly feel her passion towards poem through her each work. I can see a great poet in her. It is my honour that I am able to post her poems here and make my blog more appealing.

This poem 'Good Night' one of my favourite poem amoung all her poems beacuse of the delicacy it holds, everytime I read this poem it gives me a feeling of lullaby. I feel like to going back to my childhood days...Hope you all will enjoy this poem as I do...Plz be free to give comments..

Thanks..
Illusion..

Sleep easy tonight, my darling
The wind no longer knocks at the door
Soft are the wave’s whispers
Arising today from the ocean floor.


Sleep in peace, for it is twilight
The play ground is empty tonight.
No leaves rustle in the breeze
Even the birds are eerily quiet.


Sleep like a baby, on angel wings light
Safe, for a mother holds you tight.
Let gentle dreams carry you to your destiny
on an ethereal, sojournic flight.


Sleep for eternity ,my love, never fear
For its only death, come in sleep’s disguise.
Sleep in the darkness of tired eyelids
till the soul reaches yet another paradise.

by reena...

http://harivarasanam.wordpress.com/2010/12/07/good-nightnovember10-2010/

The chosen one

'This poem is another touchy elegant composition by same poet Reena. She is a mother of 2 lovely kids and a wonderful human being too..I feel proud to post her poem here for my readers..

 The afternoon breeze had a graceful sway
 A little flower was on its way
 It peeped out of its curly whorls,
 smiling as the playful air rubbed its nose.
 The ocean above was too far away
 but other tiny buds were willing to play
 Bathing in freshness of youth’s vigor,
 the essence burst from its own fragrant core
 Soon its fledging petals arrived
 like the fairy wings on butterflies
 Never envying the floral giants
 that stood tall with royal pride,
 the fledging coral-flower saw shy dreams
 of being a jewel on a radiant bride.
 
 Cruel was the monsoon ‘s tyrant gale,
 it chose the very afternoon to arrive
 The quivering, little flower was dashed
 on earth’s grassy bosom, still alive
 Sobbing tears broke its tender heart
 It rued its miniscule, transient life
 Why did God make it blossom
 Only for misfortune to strike?
 The green grass fed it sweet raindrops
 till a little girl came with a brass basket
 And collected the newly fallen coral-blossoms
 Lo ! temple bells rang and God smiled
 as holy hands smelling of sandalwood
 placed the flower reverently at his lotus feet!

by reena prasad......

For more of her poems...plz visit her blog
http://harivarasanam.wordpress.com/