Mist of Mysteries

On golden sands

between the layers of

silvery stream waves

wet quill write untold tales

Incessant gush narrates

epic in shallow voice

no presence witness

prolonged tireless task

On shrivelled shores

pebbles re read stories

to share the musing

with migrating birds.

The serene script

bloating and floating

bubbling with wishes

meandering on waves.

In its obvious merge

identity gets sacrificed

while embracing

dark ocean abyss.

© Maaya Dev

A Poet's Petition !

Whole being is sprouted 

with foliage of unwritten verses.

In eloquence the vibration of the recitation is heard.

Impregnated passion of the poet pursue

for a benign aesthetic poetic indulgence. 

A poet is forlorn and weighed down by insatiable urge

when unfinished poems trembling on the finger tips.

A poet is euphoric and randomly writes 

as if doped the silhouette of classics 

to conquer hearts by indelible imprints.

On full moon nights often he inhales the mist of moon 

and listens to the whispers of stars and universe.

As a drunkard he gulps the ecstasy of ocean 

and sleep serenely on the canopy of sky in aloof. 

But a hidden heralded purpose flame

his instinctive longing which is more than 

just to saturate mere literary thirst.

The embedded vow of a poet refuses to succumb

Until, he signs his petition with his soulful blood.

For his blessed pen is a tool to voice and to escalate 

the quandary of humanity by resigning 

the reigning discrimination and injustice. 

For he is capable of assimilating the vintage of virtues.

He is bestowed with sensitivity to gasp what his senses grasp 

so never miss the unseen woes that drips as pearls of tears.

His ink never dries out of worshiping humanity and justice,

nor he is satisfied of admiring beauty, love, joy and peace.

For he is not only a poet but a destined warrior who fights 

the tyranny of terrorism and razor casteism and racism with pen.

The soul of a poet is stirred whenever a woman’s respect is robbed

so his poetic prowess tries for a paradigm shift to regain her pride.

Before he wraps in his holy wrath 

Before any hand tears his loyal petition 

He assures to write and write until the judgement day comes.

It is a poet’s petition he meditated upon every moment.

© Maaya Dev

What If ..!

What if?

If a moment’s carelessness cause your heart bleed 

Would you call me a heartless..?

What if?

If my smile flashes before tears rolled down

Would you think I am the happiest..?

What if?

If I keep silence to restore the peace

Would you question my integrity..?

What if?

If I never voice to reciprocate the feelings

Would you think I am mute..?

What if?

If I prefer not to tell the bitter truth 

Would you call me a coward..?

What if?

If I never get shattered with the unbearable 

Would you reckon if I am an alien..?

What if?

If my dreams started to desert me 

Would you dare to rewrite my destiny..?

What if?

If my own shadow escapes me a fine morning

Would you become my shadow to walk with me..?

What if?

If I cease to exist one fine day 

Would you dare to rewind the time..?

What if?

If when whole world forgets me suddenly 

Would you become my memoir and live once again..?

© Maaya Dev 2015 Jan

Ability Beyond Disability...!

Revolving of earth on its axis

a way of perfecting on the griddle of seasons.

Yet around the world imperfection snips

like sudden protrude of mushrooms. 

Life is scattered and broken

as the refracting rays of prism.

The heralded eve of normalcy

shuts dreamy doors caustically.

Scar is persistent so tears are frozen.

Strained words are drying on the tip of lips.

Chimes of song demised in the dense valley

and track is lost in the darkness of night.

In its volatile firth, 

‘Able is labelled as disabled’.

Though the destined journey can’t be impede

when ability beyond disability reigns.

Free is thy soul, free is thy will.

In the cocoon of the swirls of time

they resist assimilating with the destiny

to dilute the mist of mystery and mirage of illusion.

As a phoenix risen from hopeless life

they sail through invisible deific wings

by winning infinite impossibilities of life 

to head towards the trajectory of renaissance.

© Maaya Dev Dec 2014

Few More Rejections...!

On the eternity of time a writer lives enliven moments.

He lives alone listening to the chimes of his own ode.

Daily he carve for a pet statuette out of his poetic strokes

so one day he can swirl in euphoric ecstasy as Rumi.

Although the short lived joy of writer is obvious

as his embraced wish is flamed as rejected ash

wherever the shadow of unfair rejection ensue,

there moist of pain dehydrates on myriad submissions.

Destined destiny of a writer flutters as unrequited dreams

when rejections let him live in a demised smoke of life.

Yet he waits for few more rejections on every submission

which he shall surpass until he embraces his due acceptance.

© Maya Dev 2014 Dec

How Silly.....!

Silly, such a silly word!

Yes it sounds silly too

I write silly, often I feel

Perhaps few agree or few may not

Who cares such silly thoughts?

Yes I write because I love to

Not for anyone but for me

Not even to prove writing prowess

But to be with those moments

that converse with me naively.

At times I let myself be silly

I let my senses free so free to capture

Whatever comes in its vicinity?

I feel some flavour of invitation

comes from my creative realm.

Yes, I am witnessing some flirting

between imagery and words.

A unique blending and unfolding

A kind of fusion and confusion

It was invisibly visible, how strange!

Clouds are lashing as waves

Ocean is smiling on the sky.

Every flower holding an Eden

Alps and Himalaya at Ganges shore

Upon seeing all, I am at awe, How silly!

And told myself don’t be so silly !

© Maaya Dev 2015 Feb

On Christmas Eve...!

John and Lisa living in different cities separately

as to meet their ends,  as life demanded strictly.

Lisa’s each morning starts with prayer and utter hope

Despite destiny devastated all dreams without scope

But her blind faith whisper always..‘Jesus is There’!

John a narcissist and workaholic turned agnostic suddenly

when their only daughter Rose became infirm terminally

Since then he never visited church or attended any mass

As if he had isolated himself from all kind of worldly bass

But Lisa meditated upon her blind faith..’Jesus is There’!

But today John seemed as if surpassed the past wounds

He opened his door of life to let in the light of joy and sounds

John and Lisa is out in the bustling streets adorned with lights

Even in winter the atmosphere is filled with warmth of delight.

After a decade John’s enthusiasm clasped in spangled high

Red balloons soaring high as a silhouette wiping tears of sky

At times he dances upon carols singing jingle bell, jingle bell

Lisa midst of all these merry lost herself in the monologues cell

Apparently zillion queries bursting inside as fire crackers

Was she experiencing an incredible dream of her life?

Or was her blind faith magically unwrapped as reality?

Or was the holy bible emanates its essence as an elixir?

She was beautifully confused yet thanking all the while

Few joys of tears rolled down her cheeks radiating her smile

She knew she lived a thousand lives in those moments.

Overwhelmed Lisa looked up the sky and kissed the stars

At once, her glimpse caught a heavenly shooting star

She recognised, it was the Santa Clause’s reindeer!

Unbelievably she blinked her eyes few times in awe

as if she got all the answers in the form of a Pandora box

A priceless gift for her from Santa Claus ‘On Christmas Eve’..

Lisa whispered silently holding hands of John.. ‘ Jesus is there’!

 © Maaya Dev

Luncheon With God..!

An archived ecstasy

Of momentous rendezvous

divulging as magnum opus

on the dais of galaxy.

A buoyant promise

with all flamboyance

spinning as ecstasy

around sun moon and stars.

The lingering indulgence

glorifying the witnessing

ceasing all humane illusion 

of death, birth, dusk and dawn.

The obsolete scriptures are rewriting

and manifesting with inscription

wrapped with astral wisdom infused

On the rendezvous momentum of moment

The bifurcation of God and man

liquefy in the luncheon of the dessert..!

© Maaya Dev

You Are..!

 You are the fuel of life

many are deprived of

to drive life ahead to live

When hope sucks out

of life’s coarse surface.

You are the oxygen of life

When heaps of problems

suffocate to breathlessness.

You become the solution

before problems ruin fully.

You are the very spark

that flame the desire

And remain as burning fire

until one win and acknowledge

that nothing can defeat forever.

You are the sun, rise as dawn

when the night looks eternal

and the darkness scare deeply.

You are the sole divine light

 that acts as a guiding star.

You are a unique pen

many thrive to have

to rewrite their destiny

when dreams get orphaned

and life challenge as mock.

Your are the fire of life

that everyone have inside

but it never gets lit easily

unless one is starved fully

and the hunger eats you wholly.

You are the gift of life

You are the vision of life

You are the wisdom of life

You are the substance of life

You are the very energy of life

 You are known as INSPIRATION!

Alas the paradoxy we search 'inspiration' 

all where the irony it lies within is still to be grasped...!!

© Maya Dev 2015 Feb

A Beautiful Journey

I landed on the mars in search of my beloved

I was spellbound to see scattered rubies around.

I dived into the red sea as a mermaid

and come up onto the shore disappointed.

Alien was thy ambiance and beloved was missing.

Suddenly my heart stopped beating.

I felt the strangeness was shrugging me off.

The desperation to escape yearn me to fly  

I float like a feather through the passing clouds.

I saw the greener earth below

Spread as an embellished emerald carpet.

The emitting petrichor embraced me.

At north stand tall, Himalaya the host

Waiting with a pearl garland of Ganga for me

For, I was an angel of earth who was lost.

The dream union of both succumbed

to the ballads of Shakespeare.

When the mystic verses of Tagore

inhaled the secret as breath.

I belonged to Venus not to Earth!

Gloomy I continue the sojourn.

As a hobo I was roaming whole universe

in search of my beloved for a union.

Since ages I was left to live

with only one season, Untired Wait.

                                              My desperation shed as tears

and frosted on the layers of eternity

to get melt in the warmth of my beloved.

As I knew the universe would conspire

to make this union of Mars & Venus some day.

So I wait for the golden moment impatiently.

Suddenly alarm rang and my eyes opened.

The reality unfolded and I was on bed.

The ride was not real but was a gift

from my dream to the dream world.

I sighed forlornly and a reminder tickled me.

Dreams are always dreams!

 I just said and smiled.

Breeze, the messenger whispered to me

It’s the most beautiful smile ever seen

And I smiled....

© Maaya Dev 2015

Oh Passing Breeze...

Oh' Passing breeze..

While kissing my cheeks.. 

What are you whispering? 

Whose messenger are you?

Stop teasing me and decode all 

that you contain within, 

be generous and ready to share..

let me savour your murmurs..

Oh' Passing breeze..

Your satin touch is tempting to the core,

The luxurious bath you offers often dilutes 

weariness from my being, and refreshes me 

with your natural vigour and vitality

At times you suck all negativity, I carry,

and allow me to emerge with a new aura, 

that's tantalizing to my utter disbelief..!

Oh' Passing breeze..

I ponder, without you 

how dry and lifeless 

this world would be 

When you carry clouds on your wings, 

and dance with leaves and grass tips

and flirt with flowers and its fragrance

You enjoy everything with same enthusiasm.

Despite your greatness 

you know no difference.. 

As you understands and follows 

the language of universe so loyally. 

Perhaps that's why you are called 

the very Prana that nourishes 

all being alike with up most sincerity!

© Maaya Dev

Symphony Of Silence

Silence......

A divine ocean without shore.

yet with full of tranquil waves

that traverse afar ceaselessly..

I let myself take a smooth deep dive

and let suck all confused breath of sigh

where I shed my false vanity

I wore without any modesty.

For the first time

I felt proud of my bareness

with no need to cover what is pseudo

I felt my soul shines

in its transparent sublimity 

and I enjoyed what is divine 

as a whole..

© Maaya Dev

My Dream.......

When I look at nature, I wish if i can absorb its naturality..

When I look at moutain, I wish if I can have its confidence..

When I look at ocean, I wish if I can inhale its energy..

When I look at rivers, I wish if I can have its cheerfulness..

When I look at forest, I wish if I can get into its mystery

When I look at sun, I wish if I can spread its brightness..

When I look at moonlight I wish if I can wear its simplicity..

When I look at stars, I wish if I can steal its glitters..

When I look at sky, I wish if I can fathom its vastness..

When I look at clouds, I wish if I can touch its softness..

When I look at rain, I wish if I can gasp its freshness..

When I look at snow, I wish if I can adopt its sensitiveness..

When I look at flowers, I wish if I can own its beauty..

When I look at rainbow, I wish if I can have its charm..

When I feel breeze, Ahh!...I wish if I can have such freedom.

© Maaya Dev 

Holy Bath......

I am a prisoner self caged 

in the noise of citadel,

I live on the layer 

bereft of stillness.

In the vile moments

useless thoughts 

get tangled in lair 

making roaring maze

it its infinitude.

Fragrance of silence is

unknown to my senses

I love to drink 

the herald of ecstasy

conjuring all passion

from my isolated dream.

However I long to rest 

in the whirlpool of silence

enjoying bounteousness

I yearn to dance 

in the sea of silence

where silence slice noise 

with such precision

and waves of silence 

lash noise out of mind's shore

as if rejecting waste.

I love getting drench mighty 

in the divine sea.

My first holy bath 

I had with reverence.

I am a free soul reborn 

in the spiritual swirl..

© Maaya Dev

Silence...The Beautiful language !

Silence...

the beautiful language 

converse in noiseless notes…

Diving,dancing,

swimming and singing

Spreading its rhythm 

on its transparent strings.

Voice of silence 

crisp as frost, 

and clear as mirror

and articulate everything 

in its perfect tranquility..

On the bed of the silence 

words are wrecked 

as shattered alphabets 

lying as broken pearls 

by loosing its beauty. 

It screams and pleads 

for an integration 

just to fail and fall 

on its fight of its own..

© Maaya Dev 

Love Of MY Love.......

No recess forms 
in the smile of my love
that shades the shadow
 of your sheer light.

I clasp your breath 
to flame the inner glow 
that torches the dimness 
of unfamiliar sparks.

I remain unblinking 
in my sleep as a dream
and stroll around stealing
 darkness from your night.

In the valley as I glide 
I crave for the canopy
of your undisturbed vista 
to cease my crazy anguish.

The creases of my heart chimes 
with echoes of your glance
joy sings in symphony and vibrates 
in timeless ripples.

The smell of your soul I love 
that purges the plethora of my desires.
As dew burns and snow melts,
so it quenches my thirsty soul...

© Maaya Dev

Sat-Chit-Anand..Bliss...

Krishna let me confess, 

You are my absolute impulse. 

and sole vital destination. 

My existence here is futile.

Your Lotus Feet is my Vaikunda, 

A perfect spot I often lay myself.

I flow as Yamuna for Your lenience,

I relinquish with sheer devotion.

My sacred craving weeps and swells

in the deepest core of my silence.

Subtle surge intensify as I refuse 

to stay defeat with my bare soul. 

Subdued I hang on the edge 

to have Your charismatic glimpse

I wait for You in the wings of eternity 

with an undying exhilaration of sigh 

Krishna, you tease with my desperation 

and reciprocate with playing hide and seek.   

Yet with an astonishing beauty You expose later

and allow me to garland You pearls of joy.

Your face adorn with inexplicable grace and

I see You touch me with mischievous smile. 

I remain unblinking as I fear you may vanish 

from my vista leaving me in the crevices of time.

Oh Krishna you regale me in myriad ways

I let myself embrace you tight, in adoration.

Like a prism the spectrum around me sparkles 

and darkness doomed with the celestial spark.

Your holy touch resurrected and lifted my soul

upon merging with You, I escaped world of maya

and my flesh dispersed into thin air as fume. 

Eternal path of ethereal sojourn starts..

Sat-Chit-Anand..Bliss...! 

© Maaya Dev

Twinkle Twinkle My Little Poems..

I threw the ink sketchily

though the pitch is unknown.

It landed on the sky profusely

as if absorbed by universal bliss.

I gaze the invisible paper in cavernous

getting blotted by some cosmic osculation.

Ah.. ! Unwritten Words are breathing into life..

with cerulean crawls, it came into existence.

I watched the amusement in the bluish carpet

as some heavenly sorcery is unfolding in front of me.

Hey, you are some alphabets 

surfaced as speckled words

and blurred beyond recognition.

You are veiled in your own mystery

and uncertain of your existence

though beneath it wraps a pet wish 

to have a shackle of soulful makeover. 

Misplaced words are praying for its fate 

of its uncertainty an amateur may take chance

to club words in perfect permutation and combination.

For some you are mere words 

or an engaging tread of communication.

But for me you are my unborn poems

twinkling on the sky of my solitude.

Some day it shall blink as glittering stars..

My voice whispers to me in silence.

I adore the way you are born for me 

A smile consumed me, as I cherish.

I stepped into the backyard of my heart

while my dream follows me as foot steps.

I plucked each word carefully 

from the garden of my small vocabulary

that bloomed in the core of perfumed rays

I dipped each word in veritable imaginations 

dwelled in the pile of emotional cornucopia. 

Delicately I formed you to your deserved form. 

A beautiful bouquet everyone loves to own any day.

As a secret joy I hold you close to my bosom 

I felt my excitement overflows as tribute

and wet my cheeks with cheerful tears.  

I gasped when I see you as a memoir

crafted in the twilight of dawn and dusk.

My senses ceased in the overwhelming rejoice

when you teased me with your smirk in simplicity

Oh.. !  How I witnessed those dazzling moments .

Suddenly I heard the giggling of myriad stars. 

Their shine conveys in the distance 

‘You are the twinkle twinkle little poem 

spreading its essence as fragrance 

in the momentum of moments’…

© Maaya Dev