Praveen Kumar Title Golden Wonder

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He and she, young sanyasins
Together served a brahmacharin guru
In an ashram isolated in a wood;
Both virtuous, deeply enlightened souls,
...

When I heard how her world, shattered,
When I learnt how her life, wrecked,
A promising future, sheared to shreds,
So shocked was I, I began to sink,
...

She is the lovely princess of all beauty there,
She is the reigning queen of all charms there;
Bright she looks, as fragrant white jasmine,
Of everlasting fragrance of gentle sweet smile.
...

An insignificant speck in all of universe
Am I, a mere ion in oceans of matter,
And I make no difference to any anywhere;
I exist and vanish by mere chance,
...

After all these rapid turns and twists
That sent you over hell-fires
And me to deep trough of sprites,
After all these rolls of fierce waves
...

She is the lamp that burns my soul,
She is the throb that beats my heart,
She is the spark that emits life,
The raison d’etre, the cause of life.
...

She is not like all,
She is self-contained
And kind to all.
...

She stood firm like the Sun and Moon
In their bond of billions of years –
No shift of a degree in mutual tie,
No change of rules in following each,
...

I lay on her body in perfect peace,
Our hearts throbbing in unisonance,
Our souls craving for more of each,
My hands probing delicate contours
...

You don’t know how deep I carried within
When I came with flowers and lighted lamp
And offered to you in silent prayers;
But you knew, in grief I was falling apart
...

I tied welcome banners,
Fitted lamps in by-lanes,
Laid velvets along course
With flower petals on top.
...

PREFACE TO “SIMPLY YOURS”

SIMPLY YOURS inter alia is about love and its “sweet misery”. Love is like heaven, but sure can hurt like hell. Love as Victor Hugo said, “The reduction of the universe to a single being, the expansion of single being even to God”, where, in Bill Wilson’s words, “to the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the God”. Francis Bacon says that it is impossible to love and to be wise. Love is also variously defined as being stupid together. This volume of love poetry is about that stupidity.
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I held her in my arms,
Lips to lips I gently kissed;
A fragrant fire caught us both,
Yearning then for more of each;
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You promised of coming
And glittering my world with golden shine,
You promised of dawning
And lighting my life with heavenly sunshine.
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Timeless you are, timeless, our bond,
Timeless is the course we are to traverse,
Timeless is the desire I suffer for you,
Timeless we live in each other’s arms.
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Wherever you be, however you be,
In this or any other life,
We are always with you,
Sharing your pains,
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While I was alone in my sanctum sanctorum,
She opened door and broke in in gentle steps
And stood beside me in silent reverence;
I knew not who this angel from what heaven,
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I wrote and wrote thousands of lines
Touching the nuances of our bond,
I created for years stunning arts
Of passions we bear for each other,
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It’s sunset now,
The glorious light of noon how
Dull’d to still dark red
And spreads gloom of death-field?
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I carry my queen in every heartbeat,
She whispers in every breath of me
And dazzles in the shine of my eyes;
She blossoms from smiles rise from soul.
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Praveen Kumar Title Golden Wonder Biography

PRAVEEN KUMAR with his more than three decades of government service at senior levels and as a poet of thirteen published collections and as an author of five volumes on matters of governance and administration is a familiar face in Indian intellectual circuits. His more than 30 contributions on governance and administration to prominent national dailies like The Hindu, Indian Express, Deccan Herald and Times of India and other periodicals and journals were extremely popular and often sensational by their innovative unorthodox thoughts. Face Book: www.facebook.com/pryveen Amazon Author: www.amazon.com/author/pryveen Born in Mangalore as the eldest son of Shree R.D.Suvarna and Smt. B.Sarojini, Praveen Kumar graduated in Science from St. Aloysius College, Mangalore, going on to obtain post-graduate degree in Literature from Mysore University. He also holds post-graduate diploma in Business Management as well as Higher Diploma in Cooperative Management. In his student days he was a prize-winning orator and writer. He lives in Bangalore with his very own Golden Wonder; son, Pratheek and Smt. Jayashree. He is a familiar face in national seminars and TV networks in India as a Poet and thinker. Stemming from his varied academic background, are the lively far-ranging interests that have impelled him to write on subjects as diverse as matters of public interest and poetry, striking the perfect balance between the pursuance of vocation and avocation.)

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063. Loveliest Divine Rose

He and she, young sanyasins
Together served a brahmacharin guru
In an ashram isolated in a wood;
Both virtuous, deeply enlightened souls,
Loved each other from depths of souls;
Inseparable they were, always together,
Devoted alike in grief and joy,
They lived, one soul, in lives two.

The glow of love in their lives,
The bliss they derived from each other,
The bond of love that enlivened them
Made their guru jealous of both;
Her devotion to him created huge hole
In vows of shattered brahmacharin;
In the flare of rising jealous fury,
The guru forgot services they did
And cursed her to part from her love,
Life after life in inconsolable grief,
And endlessly both suffer in their love.

1970..........

Both met each other in nineteen sixty-nine,
At glorious noon of October twenty-nine,
Twenty each they were, going on twenty-one,
Older six months and married she was
With three kids already in her fold;
She fell in love with him forthwith;
He took two months to know the truth,
And loved her back with all his warmth -
She found no bounds to her great joy,
But, alas, her state denied that height,
For, familial bounds shackled her life;
She struggled in vain to distance from him,
And in shabby dress, tried to help him
To disengage him from the spell he was in;
Anyway, fate conspired to separate them,
And parted both, tears in their eyes
On twenty-ninth of March of next year.

She soon died by burning herself
On June twenty-ninth of the same year,
The day he was born many years back;
He learnt of the death a fortnight since,
Devastated he was, in unbearable grief,
Attempted her path in November next
By pills in excess that adduce sleep;
Coincidences unnatural conspired then,
And providence brought his act to naught,
He returned home from medical care;
Fallen and broken, he believed always,
His love went to death to rejoin him soon
As young and unmarried girl for him;
He counted days and years of her
In her new life she assumed for him,
Hoping her advent at age of twenty-one
As in former life, in nineteen ninety-five.

But, alas, years rolled unmindful of his count,
Nineteen ninety-five rolled to millennium next;
No trace of her advent truly shattered his heart,
Perhaps lost path in far galaxies, he thought.

2005.........

They met by chance on March twenty-nine
Of two thousand and four in Bangalore;
She was twenty-four and going on twenty-five,
He was fifty-five, and then married and old;
Past life her stirred, and her soul saw him,
And she found him special on the first day itself;
Unknown of the why, and how of deep stirs,
She loved him from soul as days weeks rolled,
And oft she flummoxed of her passions for him;
Familial rules did reign in her at times,
And she often withdrew to shell of social codes;
But not for long, and she bounce back again,
And this to and fro continued all that year.

He immensely liked her simple sincere soul,
Her honest openness, unbound sweet charm,
Quiet elegance and genial grace she spread,
Her warmth, unfading smile, shine on bright eyes,
Kind and gentle talk, and god-like lovely look,
And special care she showed to his simple needs;
He saw as time passed, she deeply loved him,
But flummoxed why she often withdrew from him,
Why acted as of that he counted naught to her –
That angered him a lot, oft he shouting at her;
But never had she lost her cool to that fury,
Just hung her head sadly as if she was sorry;
While he felt sorry by that untimely fury
And sought her many a time to pardon him,
She replied always, really he must pardon her.
He took ten months to know her inner struggle,
The lonely struggle she fought in her deep love –
Is she his hope from the long lost past,
Coming late to life to fulfill failed hope? –
He believed her advent, second time in life,
And in that lonely strength, in spite of old age,
He declared deep love to his loyal girl.

She remembered not her past or deep love it had,
She only knew her love in present life for him,
And her fear within, how he treats her love;
His talk of deep love brought her to ecstatic bliss,
She found heaven on Earth, her life, pristine gold,
Eager she was to devote her all to him;
But, alas, it dawned, he was a married man,
And her interflow messes up his married life;
She chose to suffer alone to protect his secure life
And keep her fully devoted deep only in her soul
To him, and him alone, all through her life,
Without any man, and interest out of him:
It was her firm resolve, sprouted from her soul;
But, whether she can keep to her own resolve
While living as a part of the societal network?

He was in a fix, knowing past and present,
She was firm on path to follow tapasvini life;
Indeed his heart broke, soul tore to shreds,
While she distanced him, and shattered her life
In the wrench of cruel fate under social pressures;
It is her golden soul and the diamond resolve
That carried her forth in spite of hellish fall;
Like phoenix she rose, my loveliest divine rose,
And lives tapasvini life, in devotion to her man.

She lives always for him, and he, always for her,
She lives always in him, and he, always in her,
Love in hearths of both shining undiminished,
Though never she allows him anywhere near her,
Lest their intense passions harm his family life;
Both in grief live, yearning to meet other,
But, never ever they meet for years and decades;
She cruelly rebuts him while he tries to meet,
And she lives austere secluded life within,
Always in his thoughts, always devoted to him,
As he lives his life in devotion to her life
In soul, mind and body devoted to her thoughts;
Yet the script of their lives, remain incomplete
And Brahman yet to decide how to complete it;
Whether they would meet, and rejoin for all time,
And find fulfillment of their long suffered love,
Or the cycle of that grief continue for more lives,
And old curse they had, wrench them far more,
They certainly know not, but bear all for each other.

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