It is my love for you, my Son

That’ll last forever

Until then,

Hold my lil finger and let’s

Walk through these clouds

That blinds us,

To a clear sky,

Where the sunshine awaits us.

Trust me; it is going to be fine

And,

Let this hug from me comfort you, my child.

You’ve come into my life

To make me realise, how strong I am

Let me cross my heart

We shall meet again, soon

As you are yet to leave your handprints

On the wall of my life.

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  Son, my Son

Hear the waves of an ocean

That’s gone silent over the years;

Because

The moon had bid an adieu

On that awful day.

Son, my Son, my Moon

Come over

Kiss me

And, you’ll hear the ripples of love

Over again

In the ocean of my soul;

Come over

Come over

And, we'll fly to a land far off.

Copyright: Ajay Pai 2016

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Lady, let me walk alone

I now love this lonely stroll

Ooh, ooh, ooh, honey

Lady, let me go

Would you?

I am through with you...Ooh...Ooh

Your kiss now doesn't reach my lips

Lady, you are out of my skin

Remember, you are the sole reason for the downfall

I’ve found a purpose to walk alone

And, it feels awesome 
Just like the feel of the mist

Ooh, ooh, ooh, my love

Honey...
my alien girl

Let’s undo this love

Undo our love that once was

Ooh, ooh, ooh.

Lady, let me sleep alone

Through this wet, wet night.

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O’ Lord, with boundless grace
Emperor of seven hills
the one with the captivating smile
Glory to you.

I, your subject
Circumambulate you with divine devotion.
O’ cowherd, Krishna
The one who held aloft the mountain
Glory to you.

All my life
I’ve seen you stand
In the sanctum-sanctorum, caged
In gold and diamond ornaments,
Obvious, you seem to relish such glory.

O’ divine, amongst all this opulence
Fades, the wail of my soul
I am choked
Uplift this fallen soul.

O’ lotus-eyed, descend into my heart
Let me coil you, to choke you
with my sorrows
Tell me, were you able to smile?

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How elegant is that sight,

of you seated majestically

on a white swan

in the sanctum-sanctorum

draped in white, in compassion?

Your curls, truly symbolize the clouds.

Oh, Mother! you, they say

is truly the Queen of  Verses.

Then, why do you behave

as an uninformed?

Read, the soul which wails.

Oh, Mother, the fearless, shun the White,

 don the Red, Once and for all;

Stage the dance of destruction

Let those reverberations reach them tonight.

Spread open your third eye

Unleash the fire to turn them to ashes

Help this unfortunate, to end their Music.

In such ashes, is what I wish

to hold his little palm, help him write

the first letters of his life – “Pa”.

Won’t you bless us?

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PS:  It is believed that Saraswati Vandana ends the darkness and brings in the Sunshine in one's life. Trust, this Navratri, ends the darkness in Ishaan's life and bring him bountiful Sunshine. May, goddess bless him. #IshaanAPai

Your eyes -
Those which are unequaled,
In those eyes, I see an ocean of love.
Then it ensued
you were infinite, once
without a form.
An eccentric like me
sketched those eyes, lips
the bosoms, where the gushing waves of love spatter.
In this new form of yours
did you ever notice, this fall guy
who's abstained from your love!
You failed the eccentric,
Oh, Mother Goddess!

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Let there never be an end

To these dark nights devoid of love,

I’ve found glitter in the darkest of the nights

And now, they send to me their angels

To cuddle with;

They hear me breathe

Touch my soul.

Girl, they caress my skin like it’s our first time

And, my mourns have become my moans.

Then, together we grind

In such a way that you’ve never known

I’ve begun to rejoice the vacuum in your heart,

I pity you, for, you've lost me.

Love, you've become a stranger

A mere stranger...

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The soil is moistened

With the tears of a mother

Whose son lies smeared with his cold blood far away.

The guns and the bombs go mute

With the reverberations of her heart beats, which wails

Resonating her love

For her martyred son,

Whom she had once wrapped in a woollen blanket to keep him warm ;

Now, lies cold and limp
On the bosom of the Mother Land.

Oh, Mother!

I am a coward, unlike your Son

and, so inept to console you.

Jai Hind.

Written in solidarity with Indian Soldiers.

copyright Ajay Pai 2016

You make my heart pound like a teen

And, you blow fire on my skin

Oh, the gust of the breeze has swept my heart

I am dazed, as I taste the first kiss on my lips

Warm and wet.

Hold me tight

For, this is the night

And, when the moon is swept by the clouds,

Drop by drop-

Let us make love.

Copyright Ajay Pai 2016

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