I missed writing on blogger for about an year in between. But I am happy to inform all of you that my poems are now available in a book. My book: Beats of Beauty - A collection of English poetry is now available on www.amazon.in

There are these 31 poems of this blog and a few more which were unpublished here. Total 55 poems and each poem has a different thought provoking yet binding story to tell. I might see you through my pages now :) All the poems are copyright protected now and the poetic lines can't be used without the book reference.

Here's a new one to start off once again:

Coming back to home

The sound of the breeze bustling through blades of grass,
the quiver of those touching my feet...
I lay here on the ground and through my eyes I let the life pass,
here, I am covered with heavy air, sheet by sheet...

I rise above like a petal of fragrance let loose,
and when called back, I do refuse...
Longer I linger in the space of peace,
sooner I know that to do poetry, we don't need speech...

Bit by bit I come back,
Finger by finger I can track...
As if the fragrance is again bottled,
in my ears I hear my heart throttled...

Yoga instructor told me to go home,
I told her that I just went and came back...
I needed to stay there into nothing but eternal Om,
But what an irony, I left an unending luxury for a cute little shack...

Sunrise on the bank of Ganges

Sunrise on the bank of Ganges

By Rajul Tiwari

On the bank of Ganges,
I stand alone listening to the temple bells...
lost in the dark of the morning,
waiting for the Sun which slowly propels...

The crack of the dawn in the east,
is more felt than is seen...
It is the moment of an honest prayer,
the warming up of the soul into its being...

The body yawns after a long night,
it stretches to welcome the rays...
Tired eyes can't stop watching beauty,
dancing on the tides as if the music plays...

One by one they land on water,
emit, reflect and sway...
I preferred tiring a little more,
second after second, ray after ray...

It traveled and reached my presence,
it gave birth to my new shadow...
I am covered in nature's gold,
all the precious drops, let my skin swallow...

My hairs ruffle in a humid breeze,
I wanted to let everything happen..
This is the soap of my soul,
before taking a dip I let it all ripen...

The energy of being is blooming,
I am now fragrant like a lotus...
firming my feet I move further,
I was in the middle of current, before I notice...

Oh! this mystic charm of yours,
Though surrounded, but I stand alone...
Talking life to you, greeting life to you,
the light is taken more than it is shown...

The night turned out to be rewarding,
the dark turned out to be loving...
It gave me this morning,
united by being, till now it was cloven...

There are only few true beauties,
and all beauty starts from a sunrise on your bank...
Now, I hear splashes, I hear chantings and chats now,
in your second of beginning.... as if it all sank...

Roses

Roses

 By Rajul Tiwari

They hurt the soul when they wilt,
they bind it too, by memories they built...
They answer for you, they question for me,
they talk standing in the corner of the room...
They enchant my solitude with the blush,
in company, they love to bloom...

The velvet faces, fill fragrance in life,
when everyone leaves, it lingers in the air...
I reach them to touch, as they call,
thorns itch through the skin, but that's a dare...

Many of them decked this corner,
and left dissolved in everything of this room...
They inhabit my body as my soul,
here, they are always young,
in appearance, they may loom...

All look like one another,
but together they make a view...
The man who plucked them,
says, there are many in the garden,
here, given are the few...

I decided to let them be a little away from me,
to live soulfully, they deserved to die in body...
I left that corner with a picture of only one,
Believe me, my space is still fragrant...

That's how roses taught me,
how to love and how to give...
Now, I know a colour can be your spirit,
and spirit is to love and let live...

I Smiled at You

I Smiled at You

By Rajul Tiwari

Once I knew that I am beautiful,
I needed to know how much...
So I smiled at you.

I found light in your eyes,
and more beauty surrounded me...
I am glad that I smiled at you.

No endearments rose,
no sparks were born...
But I wanted to feel, so I smiled at you.

A moment of love,
swept between us...
silently got treasured and I smiled at you.

You kept flipping through,
the pages I wrote...
while I stood there unnoticed, I smiled at you.

I know it was sudden,
when I touched your heart...
it is when you too looked up, I smiled at you.

When you knew that,
something has to be said...
may be revealed, but I already knew, so I smiled at you.

And when your eyes screamed,
your soul couldn't rest...
I had to leave, with remorse I smiled at you.

I should have known,
I shouldn't have smiled at all...
Still when I waved "goodbye", I smiled at you.

What Thou Made!!

What Thou Made!!

By Rajul Tiwari

No matter what we create,
nothing is more beautiful than Truth...
For when it comes out of pen on Time's slate,
we become a creation, and our creation a booth...

The flowing lights from the sky,
the flower to flower hopping butterfly...
The music rendered by a hiding cuckoo,
the peacock's rain ballet in his ecstatic tutu...

Rainbows forming with sun-lit droplets,
the dancing waters wearing infinite anklets...
The dew as the perspiration of the fragrant night,
left as a mark of love on the face of dawn's light...

The Gold splashed and burning hot,
touches the earth and blows away her chilly knot...
The sun-set in the mysterious mountains,
among the crystal clear ponds and fountains...

The stars peeping and winking with naughty grace,
the moon seducing the enormous waves...
All what life makes, All what makes life,
The truth is always fertile, always ripe...

Each day, brings all this to us,
each day tries to drain all the pain and pus...
Each season, heals a previous wound,
each season brings something newly bloomed...

We inhale the messages, when we breathe,
we avail all which they breed...
A work of creation, does it all,
what is not possible from combined efforts of us all...

I bow to thee, if only we had the creative eye,
to read and understand what thou made...
This is what all the chants and holy-books cry,
even after reading them, we remain not what thou made...

Unconscious

Unconscious

By Rajul Tiwari

Walking a tight rope in space,
It felt like a need to be a part of this race...
I was surrounded by nothingness and silence,
still felt a powerful guiding divine presence...

I felt light and spirited still wasn't confident to step up,
I had been till now following the golden lace...
which ended here and now, here is this rope,
I am in awe as I witness the vastness of Universe in grace...

All in motion, silently following what it was designed to do,
only thing which was overwhelmed and stationary was me...
Trembling with fear, I take a step forward but No!!
"HELPPP!!" I scream, and a hand gently held me...

There was a yellow shining planet on the other end,
But a voice told me,"You are not yet ready to ascend"
and unwillingly, I took a backward bend...
I sled down the aerial slope, broke through lighted crescent....

I could hear the wails of a newly born somewhere,
I could feel a force of calling...
I kept falling like a shooting star, till I reached here,
and my heart pained, I felt gush of warm blood rolling...

Opened my wet lashes, which looked like the same room,
Doctor held a baby boy in her hands...
So, it was he who was bonding, he who got me back from doom,
Doctor sweated as she was sure that I broke my breath-bands...

I fondled the little bundle and at once, it stopped crying,
he looked at me and I felt love, similar overwhelming...
I felt all my fear, all my struggle drying,
I felt like a new body, new soul, new being...

This magical celestial body brought me back,
this little enigma wanted me to tend to him...
He didn't only need my warm sac,
but also my heart-beats to send to him...

I named him after Pole Star as to what it brought-
a direction to my life, a life to my "self"...
A meaning to the conscious he taught,
and a journey through the unconscious self!

I know I can Share

I know I can Share

By Rajul Tiwari

In tyranny of pain, I woke up in nights,
In sense of no wrongs and no rights...
the soul inside the cage of the body
again flapped its wings in agitation...
for it could see the clear sky
still had to wait for the cremation...

No, I am not depressed but
it is the little death I live every day...
otherwise I just breathe when
I turn to you and pray...

Blessed with a talent, family and a home,
still my heart always seemed to hit the ribs so hard...
All the bonds  it received, always
severed the feeling of being hurt...

The poor little thing is the ever green flower,
which blooms in little smile and care...
Still it could not hold on enough,
as that "little" was kept to meager...
Unlike the bloom which is fondly remembered,
for the quality of being rare...

I stand alone gazing at nothing,
rendering my duties yet dealing with pin-pointing...
I am just trying to be there,
all that it takes to love and care...

I know that I can share,
I know that you will listen....
Because I know that no matter
what hue you gave to them,
you gave them an equal flight... dove or pigeon...