THE SONGS OF VOID-1 O my dear!

Nothing is gained Nothing is lost It was only a desert Gleaming like a paradise; We were strangers Our life was a mirage Now memory survives us Like a diamond Poisons our blood, O my dear! How we are ghosts of night! In the hunted castles of our life We are epitomized Of all illusory perceptions, Our all cries, all tears The puppet shows of youth Are now killer of this frosty night, And our smiles of endless dreams Is nothing but a lyre of void! O my dear ! The vanquishing shadows Are lost as lies The roses are oblivious Only a veil of misty haze When the blood dried at twilight, Now our eyes are black clouds Trapped in a haughty rain, When transmission fails Life fails to flow through us, The wrath of time continues Life is now a sweet reluctance Death is a feigned acceptance. O my dear ! One replaces the other Contributory rivers To the ocean of tears, Neither we feel alive nor dead Disquiet continues namelessly We are unkind and kind to us Neither have we existed in heaven

Nor on earth, What remains is void. O my dear! Stars are our muses Rivers inviolably sacred Sappy source of our love, They are our symbols We scan to settle there, They speak in silence Silence is beyond meaning Or multiple It sensitizes us With words audibly inaudible, They speak everything Again nothing, They cling our souls Sinking we swim around the stars Bleeding we flow in the rivers The ocean stretched infinite Infinite is the sky! The sons of void cries God turns to tears A black magic of tears To seize the lightening of the sky To seize the waves of confusion. O my dear! No where freedom blows How can we escape from law? We are also a law unto us, Celestial sanctity prevails When law is the wisdom When it is the veiless beauty When it is the effulgent light of truth We hear a call from blue Worthy of a call to nightingales paradise We become visibly invisible like the wind Ever to flow, ever to sing muses Unbeaten by time. THE SONGS OF VOID-2 (Continued from -1) O my Dear! Rivers never return from ocean They dont know where they go, They are born to flow They keep on flowing They are only meant for it, They stumble and shriek When laughter of waves roar,

The ocean is so vast The river is so small. We are rivers, God is the ocean He is the kindred of Earth Man his force, His own manifestation Discerning souls know. The sureness of his power The infallible authority Endures all our vices Roads to perfections Building up. Man is born to die Paradise is denied In a relation of Man and God, O my Dear! Listen to soft flowing river Inscribe the song in your soul Breezes of spring wafted Over the valley of life, Guilt of love betrays your soul Righteous love breeds Power and strength, God and Me Like the bird and its song, I am the star He is the sky, May he be the grass! I am the green hue, I am the flowers Around his neck. O my Dear! The essence of your heart is a lyre Lays down a myriad mystery The nectar of songs flow From the ocean of tears, The songs shimmer in the sunlight Overflows the valley Where birds also sing In tears of joy, The flowers sing too in silence With fragrance and beauty, O my songs of tears! O my offspring of silence And solitude, Of winter and spring, The orb of celestial music glows Grips my heart, spell-bound I listen! And dances like a bee In the basking aroma of a flower

Though I may fade fast My song will float In the profusion of smiles In the seasons of tears. COPY RIGHT-Rajendra k. padhi SONGS OF VOID -3

(CONTINUED FROM 1AND 2)

O my Dear! It is only darkness even in the light It is only brightness even in the night The flower-clustered tree Stands barren when sow falls, Tell me dont you see You are like a mirror Like a doll Like a shadow The wind of time beats, Our love is ripened like fruits To fall, If you tell me of morning The evenings are listless, The white lilies of swinging gait Passes away like travelers, The vain verbiage of adornment And your ego Your love for fame Your quest for treasures Shiver to nothing When the wind of time beats. Are we wise beyond death? The last glimmer of the sinking sun Runs behind me, It is time to remember the spring So crispy! Ripples dreams of a fairyland When bees sing on flowers of full bloom, 0 how we are drifted in illusions! Truth stands higher What is luminous What is dark Dwell in the truth An unfathomable thought Wakes us to find life Amazing we die before we are dead We live before we are born We wake to see!

A calm cool God looks at us We are neither born Nor are we to die! The earth turns into a fairy land Our myth for martyrdom of heroes of past Our legends and all our stories Ripple in the mind as a song A whisper of time is so exotic, my dear When thoughts come They change the world, You become a cascade of words Bursting out in silence! The effulgence of light you see In darkness, I transform myself into everything I am you and you are me In sense and sight In thought and action A wind blows away us To a song, I am angel I am brute I am human I am everything And Nothing! COPY RIGHT-Rajendra k. Padhi SONGS OF VOID-4 (CONTINUED FROM 1,2,3) O my Dear! What is the name of the game? Do we know before we play? The game also plays with us Do we win a game? Players sweat with blood Torn like the musky hair of toys, What happens to the losers? They only know their tears Flooding the well of their hearts, The spectators left with a thrill The victors lose sanity Knowing not they have to lose again, Weep, burn even melts away Nothing spurns your soul All the puppet shows illusory, Puppets art we know The master knows everything We sleep when the game is over.

O my Dear! How can you escape from truth? Who knows what is what? Here it dark! Here it is bright! Here we are wise! Here we are ignorant! We understand everything, again nothing! O my princes of endless passion Forgive my words, I sing with such airs Cups of flowers get crushed Putting your soul in a puzzle! Still I adore your passion, It vibrates you to be profound Let the gems of thoughts born in you To know yourself, Ah me! An alienated soul dwells enraptured Seizing meanings of light in frosty darkness Renewing myself from several deaths In the morning, evening and night, Ah my soul! Do I know You? May be I reborn again and again To know You and Me! Composed by Rajendra k. padhi, copy right Rajendra k. padhi THE SONGS OF VOID-5 (Continued from 1, 2, 3, 4) O my Dear, It is brief parting between you and me Now I lean upon a frosty night Renewing myself for another journey My boat is crying in the storm The sailor gone, the mast is broken. Now you frighten me When I walk alone though in a crowd A silence is about me Within me Outside me A silence Out of space Out of self Infinitely Out of time Out of words A silent so sweet So lovely. O my Dear, Silence is the mother of muses Inviolably sacred, salvage mankind Roaming souls of eerie nights Dwell enraptured for songs,

They become the light of the stars They turn a vortex of void Scorching summer pleases them The winters chill can ever shrivel a cry They become divinities loving lads They find the gold mine of life In the lost jungle of their love. O my Dear, I dont know what am I singing? A sea of words enter into me When fragrant music flows, Enquiring is easy Finding an answer is vain! I become the dead rose to glow as star I become the brightness of sun When faded as a star, Dont stumble and shriek at my words They are fruits and flowers of silence If I am mountain You are my fountain of words Silence wafts over a soft flowing song Endures me from a pain within Testifying a truth between you and me. Copy right- Rajendra k. padhi SONGS OF VOID-6 (Continued from1, 2, 3, 4, 5) O My Dear! Time melts between you and me The silver stream of thoughts blush The moon dreamily girdle on our face We wake up for a moment of wonder The light of knowledge blooms from stars We are in a blue dome of heaven Infinitely obscure, We stir into our blood gazing blank The smoggy darkness streams with joy An earthly wonder! Beautifully free! A gift rare! O My Dear! You and me Like the bird and its song You, the star I am the sky, I am the thread You are the flowers. May you be the green hue I am the grass,

You are the blue ripples I am the light dancing on you. O My Dear! Now you see that I am a leaf Falling when spring dies Now we care each other We ignore too, We are so close So far, Often I am the lion You are the deer, O my rain drops I become your cloud. O My Dear, The timeless infinity waits So many metamorphoses Insidiously touch us, Bring forth a vast silence Between you and me, I babble in words Implores a void, quite amazing We descry time, throw away paths Play upon its tides Like children with dolls Fade into oblivion When dolls are broken. O My Dear! The awesome illusions are pearls Shining out moon and stars, Our tears we play in a concert, What are we nothing but a song! A deeper, darker, bright song For a song we live For a song we die. Copy right- RAJENDRA K. PADHI. SONGS OF VOID-7 (Continued from 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,) O my Dear, We are without beginning, without end The hard snow melts into streamlets Chasing away a destination invisible And lost them in the ocean. We are beyond imagination and reality The birds with russet wings fly around The bowers, the glades and happy terrains

They are found and lost in wood lands Their paradise warbling in melody Suddenly shaken by the breath of the wind. O my Dear! What hazards we think sitting unprofitably For a void pervading our melting dreams Only a stern consciousness to live A zephyr of love glows in blood Throngs of people glide down to float as tears Too weak to know what is what? How wondrously men go on singing On the luster of the musk rose in summer morn Knowing not our time-worn heads silent for death. O my Dear, I stand frozen in my grandeur of songs My children of silence and solitude My celebration of my wisdom where I end Striving me tarnishing me, embedding me Bursting out my heart in silent pain The planet bears a wisdom I hardly know Though I spin million questions In my rippling words. O my dear, My words are my questions and answers My words are my confusions and profusions My words have stolen my ego, humbled my pride My words are my enchanters, my darlings of love My words are banisher of my pain My exultation and my tears of my eyes They are concealed somewhere to burst me out Seeing me wounded in infinite rhythm of pain. COMPOSED AND PUBLISHED IN 2008-Copy right- Rajendra k. padhi