MY LOVE

Upon this river bank I sat
And you were on the other side.
But you came flying straight to me
B'coz I cried and cried and cried.

Is not wrong you had so long
Forgotten me ? But now you say
That you remembered me , who lay
A graveyard while you were away.

They say both bird and travaller,
Being fickle , never come to stay
Is it to prove this proverb , you,
Love of me ! have gone away ?

Your absence on my garden cast
The lingering shadow of a curse ,
Tell me , my love ! while you were far
away , with whom could I converse ?

The flowers that you touch and go ,
They are bound while you are free ,
The angels clap to watch you flap
Your painted wings from Tree to Treee.

Gambol with all the hues of life
And leave no room to pick and choose ,
Come ! let us gather in our lap
Its galaxy of magic hues.

Young buds enquire : do you tire
Of wandering with wings unfurled ?
They do not know your kingdom
Lives in every garden of the world.

You came adorned in Rainbow hues
On Rainbow splendour you are fed :
Violet , Indigo and Blue ;
And Green , and Yellow , Orange , Red.

A LONELY HOUR

I cannot say who planted

those shadows in the Sun.

Whence, tempest- wild, upon the fine

torrid gaze of sunny day,

The sullen fist, silent mist

Coughing up a starry spray.

Those dark hooves of silent air

seen to crate suddenly

From that razor- sleek Sparrow- way

Where Sea and Sky touch rarely.

There is grief in twilight's undoing

grief of an ignorant tale;

Of loneliness that may never end

and tomorrow always far away.

ENCHANTRESS

O Butterfly who flutter by thru glade

And glen and dale and grove!

I long to see the whole world with you;

With you I long to roam and rove!

Together we have winged the woods

Day after day,week after week,

Across your heart so one with mine

Sweet love hath drawn a honey-streak.

Enchantress! Wither! are you bound,

Towards what villagers stained with light,

Leaving behind a glimmering trail

Of tremendous colors in your flight.

You are a damsel of the spring,

To gaudy gardens you belong:

Both buds and rays keep chanting

Praise of you in never-ceasing song!

Frail dreams of wings ! your beauty brings

Warm news to woods of hues and scents:

You,wrought of filigree, have brought

For Earth what delicate ornaments?

Buds open into petals which

Resemble Butterflies, and sing:

'O when you come,with hue and hum,

Will come the season of the Spring!

Above all shades,that dazzle glades

And glens and painted woods,above

The shades of color reigns the warm

Deep color of the heart in love.

What artist's hand has dipped his brush of rays

And drawn the hues of flowers

To paint your restless wings in flight

A fluttering in painted bowers.

Your body,rich beyond compare,

Seems carven of what shimmering air

For hours and hours ,wooing flowers

You roam from there to here to there.

Laden with tints and glints, you seem

A Princess rich in the extreme.

You are a wonderful dream;

Dream within a dream!

फ़रिश्ते का आश्वासन

नदिया के इस पार मैं

प्रिय ! तुम थे उस पार ;

आए , मन के गाँव में

सुनकर प्रेम पुकार ।

नीर बहाते ही गए

कितने ही दिन - रैन ,

इतने दिन के बाद में

सुन पाए तुम बैन ।

यह फल - फूली वाटिका

यह सपनों की झूल ;

जीवन भर के साथ को

हाय ! गए क्यों भूल ?

ये उपवन , ये डालियाँ

ये कलियाँ , ये शूल ;

बचपन के ये मीत हैं

इन्हें न जाना भूल !

पंछी , परदेसी नहीं

कभी किसी के मीत ;

इसी बात को मानकर

तोड़ गए यह प्रीत !

सुख के दिन हैं फूल से

दुःख के दिन हैं शूल ;

सुख - दुःख में हम साथ हैं

इसे न जाना भूल ।