Thursday, 29 June 2017

Gift..........


GIFT.......

Wonderful visage
panoramic mirage
as I see myself
sitting in the lounge

an offing of age
shunning pillage
indiscriminate usage

restored of green
cover for cows
and sheep to graze

shores offing
deep blue seas
brimming lakes
with fish, dancing

of peacocks on
the timely, peahen's whistling

opened eye
with all these wishing
to an offing

of a beautiful gift
for kids of future,
                              enjoying to!


©PrasannaKkumar


Tuesday, 27 June 2017

Bubbled.....


Bubbled.......

Thoughts of
mind
run astray and
haywire
perplexed,
with rigmarole
of
multitude
coveting

made my heart
ill at - ease
panting to
find rest at least

a look at her
fobbed off
scrum of turmoil

as she passed
her fingers
through
my hair and took
me around arms
to embrace

as I lay my head
on bosom of hers
bubbled, I'm
with
heartsease
thanked god for
showering blissful bliss!

©Prasannakkumar







Sunday, 25 June 2017

Prince........


Prince...

where shadows
dwell under
scarlet
street lights of alleys

beastly vagabonds

roam to douse lusty
yens and cravings - lousy
set themselves
free to search
and grope shamelessly

vying
each other
eying on
every possible lady
taking as doxy floozy
- a scarlet woman

blinded by manly
menial instincts of
hunger
hounded, to satiate
behind, maniacally

but

it was proved to
be a blessing
in disguise
for pretty poor lass

as the eclipse of
beasts
moved away
on the sight of
holding her hand by

prince charming and
the pretty felt
the warm touch and
          incident as - a apricity


©Prasannakkumar



Saturday, 24 June 2017

Cranky..........


Cranky..........

Imbecile as she, weaved a
world full of willow
conjured herself up with a
mellow meek bloke

to take her in arms
by his aliferous  presence
by fluttering his
dazzling and glowing

wings to the world of
whining elves and
willows as they
waiting for her, at the
window of welkin

slumbered as she
shortfall of dream led her
silly laughter spree
screwy and erratically
as
she envisioned in her
enigmatic fantasy
broken wings of
her chappie - imaginary
and
she
left to be a bland and cranky
by the known world of bright brainy.

©Prasannakkumar






Thursday, 22 June 2017

Stoke


Stoke

stoking his soul toward
staying calm and composed
staggered and strolled
stumbled and stuttered

sounding slow -witted
stupid and senseless stupor,
stammered in unconscious
state, slurped and sighed

saddling on horse of
surrealist fantasy, tagged
so to it, lost the
sensation of discretion

sad is his condition,
stumped with vision
stared  a  Singleton,
seeing an image of shocking

standing equipoised at
sighting amigo, his alter ego
suave and serene disposition
soothed his otherwise stormy

smothering and strangulation
solacing from hallucination
steadied himself equipoised
started a beautiful embarkation

nb: "S " starting letter for all stanzas

©PrasannaKkumar

Wednesday, 21 June 2017

Nun..............

Nun...........


Her rancor and rancidity
of his bestial personality

cruel and torturing of his
   blemishes and bruises

on the body and on the skin
abrasion and mental contusion

suffering made her no animus
towards, battered disposition of his

being a yang of soft corner, her heart
mushy corner of her mind, went on to relent

after all

she cannot be unkind and unmerciful
being released from grotesque trammel

none is she now, grabbed gong
played bell of temple and church
wretched of all desires
wore robes of nun as she taken

the call of divine
served the inhumane
her, ex man - animus worthy insane!

©Prasannakkumar

Tuesday, 20 June 2017

Spill......


Spill.........

       Spill of outpourings
wailings and inveighings

melted into metanoia
        of hearty conversion
and a
     psychic transformation

sensing

ocular visibility
           visualization

tympanic audibility
                 audulation

scented snouty
                  olfaction

sweet tasty lingo
                   sensation

putting all togther sensual

          senses into perception

bathed in the realm of exotic
                         manifestation

as she slithered through his
                             imagination

hugged her in metanoia of
       metaphysical fascination

dreaming the beauty of pretty
         feminine embodification

opened his
                   eyes on realisation

enjoying

just mere
a
moment of exultation
moment of jubilation.

©Prasannakkumar
                           











Monday, 19 June 2017

I.........


I.........


having done the routine
chores of day and a life's
imperative obligation of
keeping the momentum,
making the embodiment
of soul, moving until last
breath hitched to physical
body indulged in making a
living

embers of past struck to
my mind, as I enthralled
audience in a jam - packed
opera - house, rhapsodic
singing of mine, enrapture
audience to swoon in

intoxication and exhilaration
making the audience
demanding more of my
  rhapsodic composition,

days are gone by

I once a sensation of music
rendered to be famished
as I left to be broke
by whimsical plays of fate,

by ability of singing being
                                      taken away
by shock of current of electricity

audience once were fans of mine
no more incline to recline
as I no more relieve their pain
by singing  or by being mute

least they find me now as their
source of solace!

Perky and Jazzy I'M, continuing to hum - a song of my rhapsodic composition yoked to
my body
and my soul
keep surviving and surviving

nb: Dedicated to all differentlyabled ,dumb and deaf, visually impaired persons of performers of Art. thank you.

©Prasannakkumar


Sunday, 18 June 2017

Drenched...........

Drenched..........

Drenched in the
breeze of waving
of blades
of golden maize
that grown fully
bloomed
as its the flavour of
season lissom its so,
limbered
gracefully to
dance as air blowing
through
moved like lanky
lass with spirited agility
but, as I,
passed my fingers
to feel the aroma of
it oozing,
through blades of bounty
maize who's pliable
and nimble
                    scrunched
like a little girl,
who's making
an entry into adulthood!


©Prasannakkumar




Saturday, 17 June 2017

Trill.......


Trill.....

Tunes of trilling with
lilting voice of a bird
passed my ears as I sat
in the corner of the garden
of trees I could listen to
the voice flowing in
heaved I, raised my head
to catch the origin of tune
I found on a sparrow on the
twig, leaves fallen apart
sensing myself something

unsound posed a question
to
the sparrow with a lilting
voice
the sparrow of trilling
tune

"why is your tune sad
and voice lilting"

to which sparrow alighted
to have her say, at once "I was
once among human race
flocking around and perching on
rooftops, with the advent of mobiles

and its ringings made my species
at stake, only remained we few
how could our voice be heard
among buzzing ringtones

now bothered we at least
humans went past, past glory
of our chirps, he indulges in his
device at most a contraption that
made him introvert at the best
to forget nature's gift"

saying this sparrow crouched
its tender soft sapped body
with its frail and feeble wings
to fly away and as I was watching

sparrow taking its flight
I silently kept my device at
silence mode, in the pocket
and pledged myself to use it
at modest, look and take
the nature as my dearest


©Prasannakkumar

Thursday, 15 June 2017

journey


JOURNEY.......


journey kicks off
from womb of
mother, passing
months in
Stygian gloom
and pitch black
darkness, ejects
out as the time
ripens, passes
through phases of
juvenility to senility
unlearns in the
process, being
beguiled and allured
by fascination of
sensuality engrossing
in loosing  him/herself
forgets the ultima
purpose of his/her origin,
of seeking divinity
serving humanity -
the ultima, a divine ecstasy!..

©Prasannakkumar



Wednesday, 14 June 2017

Maze....

MAZE........

ways of Divinity
laced with destiny
emplacing naive
in the midst of
Sibylline maze
amidst concocted
machinations,
dolls of its creation,
to make its way out
on its own,  through
puzzled and jumbled
explorations
DOLL -a creation of
divine tries its best
to win the game of
beautiful design
sets itself free
realising real self
by crossing all
milestones
and impediments
breaking fetters of fate
emerge from sibylline
maze as euphoric soul!

©Prasannakkumar

Tuesday, 13 June 2017

Pawns........

Pawns.........

Dawn of day unfolds
with motley of kicks
pleasant are some
and some unwelcome
MAN indulges in moving
pawns destined
to win life questions
answers with a hope
relying on lens of welkin
and watcher of MAN
clicker via camera
obscura every possible
doings and acts of MAN
perpetually MAN clings
on bag of hope to hold
fruits of life that's stored in
to catch hold of it
MAN strides various
and varied paths, flings
into moral and immoral
realms, and the one
who relied on welkin
and the clicker be
righteous and virtuous
and being ethic enjoys
fragrance of flowers of
life and tastes fruits of life!


©Prasannakkumar





Monday, 12 June 2017

Wondering.........

Wondering.........

I wonder on wondering
of world of its influenced
populace, usage of
resources under the
aegis of and forces
commercial and
consumer exigencies
material tendencies,

I wonder on wondering
of world and its condition
of pitiable nature, morbid
rendering sordid by its
influenced, very own populace

I wonder on wondering
of world, the world of
mine, where birth, growth
and the ultimate eventual
happens, will it restore to
its beautiful normal  balance!

I wonder on wondering
of world and prayed glory
would be returned under
the aegis of concerned
and altruistic children of its

I wished my wish would be

fulfilled to the extent people
would be realized usage of
resources optimized at best
would only be let their future
ensured and world be shined!

©Prasannakkumar

Sunday, 11 June 2017

Pious


Pious

eyes of mine fell on
beauty
I witnessed never on
held my breath
as she passed on

alongside of mine
as a sensation

pious I'm,  drawn to seek a yearning
a non - permissible hankering

when! I was cautioned
by my conscience anon

tightened myself
from becoming unchaste
held myself
from temporal delectations

I let the beauty move to
its own course
pass alongside of mine

as I brought myself
into my inner self
hardly now yields
to sentient desires.

©Prasannakkumar






Saturday, 10 June 2017

Tiny Tot


Tiny Tot.......

Crawling tiny tot to
grab trinket that making
dulcet tinkle
chirpy smile flashing
tot caught hold of it
took it into tiny palm
of his started playing
with it
moving tot his hand
and carried his antics
sometime taking
trinket into mouth
sometimes thumping
on the floor broke
the trinket
by banging for it stopped
playing tune on shaking
tot irritated left trinket
truncated
and started crying
I was watching with
eagerness took my tot
into arms made him
diverted,went on
with being
amused by the beautiful
little tiny tots
entertainment, that I blessed!

Dedicated to all cute cuddly kids.......

©Prasannakkumar




Friday, 9 June 2017

QUEST

QUEST

walking through isle
far and away from bustle

" I could hear my footsteps
 I could hear my heart beats"

idea of being alone
at location of idyllic

set my soul unrest
set my foot in haste

leaving the jostle
found myself in eerie

jungle in the midst of islet
sun rays hardly penetrate

"I could hear my footsteps
I could hear my heart beats"

as I walk through

frazzled I'm, set my back
at rest, aside of foliage

rattling and cackling
of birds and snakes,

I could hear
as they fall into my ear

mustered I myself together
meditated within and inner

as I closed my eyes

            I could sense
tunes mellifluous
          of divine nature

I bewildered at my
    serendipitous stumble
I rather felt imbibed
     in cosmic dust, that surrounded

self realisation.... is this
                          it seemed
as I always delved
           made me realized

grateful to Almighty for, HE
honoured me with the vision of shadow.,nothing but mine
darkness of its, kissed by glow of
                   crescent for a moment

and I made my move with that acquired
         moved on, carrying out my duties
                    with pleasure, GOD assigned!



©Prasannakkumar




Wednesday, 7 June 2017

Aks....................


Aks..............


Tehalthey main, chhatpar
ek! baath suna mudkar,

nahi koyi, mein paya waha par,
Samaj liya merey hain dil bekaraar,

Aks tho usski kaafi, jho karloo usey pyaar,
aur, rakhlu seenay mein mahfooz karr,

Par!!! khambakat aks kaisey hovey
jab bhanu prakaash na hovey,

Mousam ka haal bhi beyhaal
Haal yaisa hain, iss kadar,

hawa tho chalti hey, magar rukh uski
khaabu mein nahi, kabhi aisa laagey,

jhoka tandi, kabhilagey,kahi
woh,simat ley hamey uski bahoo mein,

aisa ghata, kaufnaak bhara
arey !!! yeh bhi koyi bhaat hai, fizaao ki

tadapaye hum jaisey, dildaaro, ki
hum tho pyaasey uss, saksh ki,

jho dhey humey dhilasa mahobbat ki,
aur, jhakadlein baahey, humey uski,

Arey bhai! "kyun hey itna jatan!,
Ki!, tera hain yeh wahem,

mousam tho waisey bhi saaf hein,
kyun hain, mann tera Asantulann?,

karr rahi hogi, koyi kahi, tumharey
liye intezaar, milan ki, tumsey,

Tab tak raho, itminaan,
Aur Kar lo Mann kho swanthann! "..........

©Prasannakkumar

Monday, 5 June 2017

Heart & Ear

Heart & Ear

Pounding of my heart
sounded shriller to
my ear, to which it
become rabid & enraged,

with anxiety asked heart,
as what's reason behind
its raucous throbbings,

heart of mine, replied
to the my pristine ear,
"the urge of being prodded
and excited by someone,

as, I, eye my "eye on"

I, till now, wilted but as she
stepped into me bloomed
as with deep panting
and gasping ,I, erupted,

a look of her made, my
otherwise grey and gloomy
nature into lively and lovely
temper,

and, I, felt like, as if, I'm
watching from a distance
misty rolling waves of sea
on the backdrop of clouds,

hovering over
and, grey as it appear
in surroundings,

I, witness on dewy waves
a white angel laps & dance

to which ,I, lost consciousness
laughed at my foolishness
slouching , I, pounded and sounded
my ignorance shriller,

to the level of your(ear) infuriation""

saying all this my heart
continued its duty of
beatings & pulsations and
rendering ear to pristine............

©Prasannakumar

Sunday, 4 June 2017

fark........



fark..........


Dastak, tumhari dharwaja par,
hamari, sathaaye, muhjey iss kadar,
ki, tujhey dhektey, mere mann,
machi, khalbhali, goonjey sunayi,

kartey hey, merey khaano mein,
uss, shor, ki,aur, merey, hi awaaz ki,
tadap rahi thi, mein, bachaaney
apni, shaan ki, jho thi, pal rahi,

khok mein, meri,
chiraag, jho bhuzgaya, tumhari
zaalim hathosey, roshni tho hamrey,
aangan ki, kar liya, tumney

cheen, "kya paya, tumney????
zid, jho tu poora apni, karkey!
bhatak, rehey ho, galiyon mein,
izzat, kho kar, na rahey, ghar key,

na, ghat key, kho diya, jab tum,
rozgaar, baddua lagi uss, sishu ki, jho,
bhrun hatya ki, shikaar thi",
kaisey, merey haat, kholey darwaza!,

khauf hu teri, pyaar sey, jho khudgharji
bhari, tumrahey khayalou, sey
dhoor, rehna hain mujhey,
tujhsey, jyudha hokey, ki

hum, naa batak jayee, apni farz sey,
humko, nawaza khuda beyshumaar, khushi, ki
maa!!!! kehalaathi, mein, sabhi bachho, sey
chahey woh, ladki ya lakda sey,

fark, kar tuney dhono ki,
lutgaya tumsey har, naathey aur rishtey,
main, tho choda tumhey, issi khayal sey,
tum badal, jagao iss umeed sey,

aur, nahi rakhey ga bair, ladka ya ladki ki
aur, maano gey ladki bhi thofa, khuda ki...................

©Prasannakkumar

Saturday, 3 June 2017

Aazmaley

Aazmaley

hum chaley un
raho sey,
bach key unkey ,
nazaro sey,
sambhal key
meri hasraton sey,
ki, phisal na jaye,
hosh ,
unki muskaan sey,
agey bada,
iss, soch sey,
bach, key nigahey
samaaj ki,
aur, uski
sawaalo ki, uljhano sey,
ungli, utaney
waley janta sey,
hum tho akhir
mard hai,
karley sitam , karley
manmani,,
bina
hitchkitchayi sey,,,,
kyun,,,,suney,,aurat,,,,
bekaar key
nasihatey,,, ki!!
karey galtiyaan ,koyi,
aur, woh, sahey,
samaaj ki
pabandhiya,
hum!!!!,tho, yeh nahi,
kabhi, chahtey,
usko kho, hak hey,
har cheez kho
paani ki,
aur mehsoos
karney ki,
mein, kyun, bhala apni
nazaro pey girjao,
ki, uska, bhi hak hai,
mujhey
aazmaaney ki..............................

©Prasannakkumar

Gullible

Gullible

Hoping myself on the thought
of chiselling my mind, hopped
to grab, wherewithal for rendering,
a shape to the gullible pondering,

as the monsoon, sets in, clouds
formed, assuming shapes
to envy on, as ,I, looked above
sky, appeared to be grey,

seemed to grew livid,
with the sight of parched,
and, the sight of profusion,
jumbled sky, in confusion,

I, see this aesthetic,conversation
with sun,and, the latter delivering
clarification with beautiful
illumination,to the perplexed,

sky from, its restive disposition,

"SUN! - Saying, YOU(sky) and I(sun),
are the parts of GOD's
etchings, and,engravings

bestowed, we, with the power
that's granted, attempt to
maintain balance
from imbalances,

facilitating earth to feed its,
beings, as rainbow of colours
with the spell of drops, tearing clouds
fall's upon by my projecting rays,

to the zest of peasants,
to the delights of germinating seeds"..........

I, being, lookedout, entire scene
through mind of mine, scooted
with brisk, bounch, moved
my fingers and sketched on,

with crayons of Rainbow colours......

©Prasannakkumar

Thursday, 1 June 2017

loiter

LOITER

loitering soul
lurched a little
with the sight of
shooting stars -
photons those
showering making
the soul
afloat with celestial
marvel
wondering its view!
whether its an event
of meteorological
or event of ceremonial
a man's celebration!
or God's jubilation!
whatsoever! not
to be bothered
saying
itself soul calmed
extolling and rejoicings
pleased by its
sense of recreation
humming
the hymn
in praising him
for, the ethereal
creation - a beautiful
conception.........!

©Prasannakkumar

MAN of SORTS

MAN of SORTS'

man - is of a sorts
entangled in whirlpool
of thoughts
with
unquenchable cravings
of material pleasures
lost in earnings
to gratify his longings
failed to realize
his essence
dancing to the tunes
of present and current
trends
feels like he scored
and won the tests
of life that besets
what he never imagines
is! he, being turning
into instinctive fool
showers of rains
now he least regales
at, walking alongsides
of nature he seems
to peeved at
whereas, when the time
is at best throws
whip of its
making the man, face
the hardest of fest
of  tests and trails
as, if, sea softly douses
the beach, with its waves
spells and showers,
and beauty of beach
raises so as almighty
camouflage as time
a destiny, brings
the man to maturity
relieving of trivialities
of man - his materiality

©Prasannakkumar