SINFONIA !


Broken chord of the song
disturbs the harmony
synchronized were the 
notes 
until the tune fell off the beat!

Life plays a duet 
where we have to 
sing in accord
with the singer of the nature
who has the ultimate 
hand on the chord!
Plucks who the strings
ripples the water 
flutters the leaves
beats the heart silently
on the melodic musical! 

Being resigned and  submissive
leaves a blank tone 
in the birdsong...
melodious and philharmonic 
it becomes
when our voice joins 
in the eternal sinfonia! 

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THE FENCE


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Through the gates of the cricket fence,

I walked thousand steps

More or less I dare not count and guess

for the living

I went ahead in the woods unknown ,

in search of some wood to be  burn instead of coal!

 

The orange glow filled the place

with  light of hope and faith

I walked and trotted so as

to reach near the burning fire-lake!

 

As I stretched my arms

to touch the ball of effulgence

it moved back and I moved forth

a play of childhood began

….meanwhile

I forgot

I was there on an errand…

 

 

Smiled he , when I got tired

as I sat under the tree’s shade

slowly it too faded behind

the thousand trees

“which I needed for the fire

Of the evening meal!”

 

 

DIVINE EMBLAZON!


Earthy hues painted my soul with  pastels…
lost and perturbed lived I
in hedges or places palatial…
unsettled mind could not contain
the rue s of the glossy colors!
.
.
Divine emblazons made me bedazzle
with  sapphires,emeralds and pearls…
Vast sapphire studded sky  embraced
Warmth I found in the emerald of the earth ,
submersing my soul in the crimsoned vermillion
of the chromatic glow
of the burning ruby…
citrazine flowers fragranced my aura
perfume of which spread in the zephyr…
tinge of ultramarine blue defined
my image…
When I reached deep within…
As a pure white pearl
I emerged
from the altar of life’
where
enshrined
existed
the omnipresent thee!
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WATERFALL !


With the enormous waterfall of the heart

outpouring the waters in a cascaded form,

white sparkling ,turbulent flow,

a touch  there …

and lo!

you will be  carried away

with the stream

for miles and miles more…

eroding the soil ,washing the land

of saddened miseries

of incertitude,

fresh earth resurfaces ,

ready to sow seeds of faith 

with new hope through  HIS  hands…

the water incessantly follows the course,

current speeding with an urge more

 for the confluence 

with the divine ocean

dissolves the tiny atoms

of ego and despair …

 

Vanishes the identity ,

forgets the being,

in THY name

proclaims his living …

 

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MYSTICAL ALLURE AWARD !


My deepest gratitude to Nirvani of  http://thecosmicpoet.com/ for considering me worth for this gem of an award!

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This award is granted to poets who show a profound understanding of spirituality in their writings.

I would like to gift this special award to the poet who has  a divine gift in his words and whose thoughts shine with spirituality! Wendell http://foreverpoetic.wordpress.com

What  is spirituality? For me:

 

“A bud fragrant

discovering to bloom

unfurling petals

whilst dangling high up on a branch

or in shrubs crowded prickled with thorns

in waters calm or stagnant

it sways with  elegance

untouched by the filthy grunge.

Embracing the light that dawns upon

loving the breeze which touches the petalous form

soaking in rains ,submersing ,

the bud transforms into a precious flower!

 

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DIVINE DROPS!


Sans the moistness

of the divine pleasure,

shrunken  is the

innermost chamber…

seared from within

shrivelled and withered

even in deluge of the alluvion.

 

Like a mirage

the soul is abandoned in the

whirlpool of  estranged emotions

in search of an oasis

which quenches  its thirsty

perception…

 

Like a dying fish

languishing to be in depths of  the ocean

wetness thence

invigorates  the  dried fins

letting it breath the

real respiration…

 

Like a maddened lover

searching the true love

in the valleys and deserts

an ephemeral glimpse of

the adorable

impregnates the dying spirit

with exuberation.

 

Squeezed into the soul of life,

 if the drops of divine,

invisible yet

fragrant

eudemonic  and pristine

carry the soul

to the divine kingdom

where heavenly  grace

bestows with

the real ambrosial deified!

PHOTOCREDIT:www.enlightenyourmind.com

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TRIFECTA WRITING CHALLENGE- “LOST SOUL”


 

Written for Trifecta writing challenge http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/04/trifecta-week-seventy-four.html

A story of every soul who took his time to realize the true self within!

For word ECSTASY (noun) : : trance; especially : a mystic or prophetic trance…

 

As a child you had learnt, ne’er believe on what you hear,
Trust the eyes what they see,envision the reality,
you grew up with the beliefs so firm
were they false or you insecure—
You questioned every word you learnt,
never convinced as you were stubborn—

Hard-work,wine,efforts are mine,
Why on earth then God should be given time?
Who is he that I need to knoweth,
Neither I cared nor I bothered to the namesake—

 

Years later ,life changed,
stumbled I , limped  as I stood awake,
I was alone,to my surprise,
everyone thanked God
for the extended time…
Awestruck I inquired ,
heard the lines,
I had been dead since ages,

Now my soul is back
I am fine, I am alive…

Tears flooded my eyes and heart,
I looked up in the sky
filled with ecstasy
and shock,
forgetting the self I got lost
in the grace of the Supreme Lord!

WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE: UP ( high above he dwells)


Weekly Photo Challenge: Up.

up in the air

up in the air

kites flying high

kites flying high

coloured horizon above

coloured horizon above

sri lankan architecture

sri lankan architecture

high in the clouds the minaret of grand mosque,abudhabi

high in the clouds the minaret of grand mosque,abudhabi

grand mosque abudhabi

grand mosque abudhabi

artistic and exquisite

artistic and exquisite

the interior ceiling of the Grand mosque,abu dhabi

the interior ceiling of the Grand mosque,abu dhabi

grand and exotic

grand and exotic

I , a minute being on earth,

as I gaze at the sky,

far above

I find life…

flying in the blue skies..

sometimes in form of fluffy clouds,

amidst which the kites fly,

in the heaven far above,

shades of crimson highlight

the twilight

from where  the creator

 keeps an eye

on the tiny world

assuming to be  high

.

.

on the ceilings

of the universe

where thousands crystals sparkle

here I lie on the ground

being scrupulous

of  life forever…

LET ME BE!


Let me glow like a burning wick

in the roaring night of  tempest,

who dispels the troubled air

away with its radiance …

Let me be  the fragrance of lilies,

loves whom the nature and human

who enhances the essence

of beauty , with her usual  errands…

Let me be  the guarded thorn,

pricks who slowly in the heart

when the conscience slumbers

without playing imparted  part!

Let me shine like the moonlight

guiding travelers in the dark

lost who are on the way

groping in deserts and skylark.

Let me be a true soul

to sing glory of your creation,

with open eyes I see the world,

with closed my destination,

Be gracious my lord,

embrace me

within your protection,

in your  lotus feet I find

my eternal sublimation…

 

 PHOTOCREDIT:www.sedonasoulsongs.com

Soul Song glowing person

The LOST FAWN !


A beautiful fawn loses its way
in search of the eternal musk
while running through the dense woods 
where the dawning sun appears like dusk!

Where do you go,
O! innocent one
on the bejewelled treasure hunt
the fragrance that pervades in the air 
dwells in your bosom!

Bewildered it looks
eyeing leaves of every branch 
dismayed with the futile effort
the little fawn exhausts!

Whilst on the trail mustering courage
endlessly it runs and wails
for the clueless chase 
of the cosmic essence...

Delicate legs, ache and stumble
rests the fawn in the jungle,
the breeze changes its direction
in dilemma the fawn ponders!

O! lovely fawn!The sweeter one
why do you get wandered 
amidst the thick forest...
you can never discover the origination...
Sit quietly in peace ! my child!
I dwell within your core,
close your eyes to find the mystic
that gets revealed
in tranquil .