The Strange Request of a Tender Heart....

A poet visited heaven.
With his wonderful ability to spin
the magic with words,
he was permitted to live there forever.

A few days passed.
Then one day, as the poet sat in a corner, brooding,
God appeared in magnificent splendor
and asked him, "How are you doing here, noble soul?"
His answer surprised the God.

He requested to go back,
to leave that perfect world.

His request was incomprehensible.
No one who gets the taste of heaven ever
wants to go back.
God asked the poet the reason
for his strange request.

Poet said in a tender voice
with melodious tears
swimming in his faraway eyes,
"I felt something missing,
After careful thinking,
I now know what :
Life is too perfect here,
I miss the imperfections
of my dear world, the imperfections
that suffuse life with warmth."


-Manan sheel.

Wild Waves and your Flower carrying Boats...

There is a flood
of my melodious tears,
the every drop of which
has you-ness in it..

This is your river,
the source is my heart
yet it has a blossoming fragrance
borne of the flowers that you 
put in little leaf boats and float
in it...

It is for the lovely flowers
that my river is filled to the brim - labalab
The scent that decorates this river,
keeps it happy, and give the possibility
of 'meaning' to the wild waves
in pursuit of which they exist and play in harmony..

When you come to it's shore at night,
adorned with colorful, clinking bangles,
these waves become eager for your touch,
and when you put your hands inside the water,
to gently push your flower carrying leaf boat into the river,
Oh! How thankful are the waves to seep into your hands...

And sometimes when you don't come,
the river made of tears overflows it's banks,
As if it will break in torrent, with a passion
unimaginable..
And just as the waves see you coming from far,
the torrents of wrath turn into overflows of ecstasy!!!


-Manan sheel.

Matters of the Heart....(A Love Song)

These are the matters of the heart,
which should not be told...

Speech is at times false,
To use such an
infamously corrupt medium,
for such a true love
is to make the love seem impure,
like putting pure wine
in a dirty vessel...

But don't be disheartened,
for there are other ways
For the existence knows
your love,
and it will communicate..

each bird will carry your message
in it's song..
your love will dissolve like color
in the waters of rivers and reach
your beloved..
your singing thoughts will
evaporate into the vastness of the
space and land like a loving butterfly's
touch while she is sleeping,
on her nose (the center of her face)
and will contemplate on her face
all night, every night...


-Manan sheel.