I'll be the breeze...

 

This dawn, I’ll be the breeze

And reach out to where you are –

Reach out to you and  

Without a warning

Wrap you in my arms.

With a promise that I’ll never let go!

I’ll be the breeze today

And play a little game –

Sit by your side and ruffle your hair,

Then look at you fondly.

While you look around and wonder

‘Who is this?’

“Don’t pretend you don’t know” I’ll whisper.

And run away!

I’ll be the breeze and hum a little song

But you will hear only the sounds of stillness

I’ll be the breeze and stir up a storm in my heart

But you will feel only calmness.

I’ll be the breeze and blow music into your flute

You’ll look around in amazement

Wondering, “Who is this?’

“Don’t pretend you don’t know” I’ll whisper.

And you’ll laugh when I gently caress your cheeks,

And run away!

I’ll be the breeze today –

Swaying gently, I’ll make your pale dusk delightful

And quickly blow away your fears and tears.

I’ll be the breeze

And reach out to where you are –

And without a warning

Wrap you in my arms.

With a promise that I’ll never let go!

But as you sit there watching the story of your life unfold,

turning the world of my delicate dreams into your robust reality

And wait for me to start the game again,

The hazy horizon where earth embraces the sky

will beckon me!

I’ll be the restless breeze riding the willowy cloud to that distant place!

As we fly over you, I’ll ask the cloud to shed a silent tear

You’ll look up startled

Wondering, “Who is this?’

“Don’t pretend you don’t know” I’ll whisper.

-SG

ALASYA KANYA

 

Unmindful of the intoxicated bee

The beauteous one stands beneath the Kadamba tree,

She is the moonlight to the lotus that is his heart!

The fragrance of the blossoming flowers

Stirs up the primal cause of life!

O One, with hair that is dark like the monsoon clouds,

Style a braid gently

Lest the tempestuous wind

Should ruffle your silken tresses

Or disturb your tender heart.

Her half – turned face catches the moonbeam

And glows with embers of love.

The half-closed lids, heavy with sleeplessness

Search for the footprints of the Beloved.

The lazy lips stir up some tune

As she stands transfixed!

From the pure pitcher of the skies,

The rustling leaves of the Kadamba

Having sipped on cloudful of nectar

Play Megh malhar.

As raindrops seep through the greens

And fall on the parting of her hair. 

The graceful swan cranes its neck to hear

The honeyed voice of the Alasya Kanya

Accompanying the beats of the thunderous clouds

II काली बदरिया मारे नजरिया

मन में छुपा लो मोहे

जुल्मी सावरिया II

        - SG