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! PHOTOCREDIT:www.sortol.com
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THE FENCE
PHOTOCREDIT:10steps.sg
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!”
WEEKLY WRITING CHALLENGE- “THROUGH THE DOOR”- “THE NIGHTMARE”
It was a restless day full of apprehension and fear of something unknown which had clasped me .
Busy schedules and overloaded responsibilities too sometimes fail to drive such insane thoughts away . They have their way of hovering over the mind even on the extremely busiest day! Walking down the lane that reaches straight to my house,I had glanced everything around. It was all the same,the shops with something new to be displayed,cafeterias with people gossiping , the souvenir stalls wooing the new tourists and the skyline getting brighter with the illuminated sparks of night lights.
With the keys in my hand ,which I usually take out once I disembark from the company bus round the corner ,were tinkling as the chimes of the keys moved in my hands. I reached my destination and stepped on the stairs to insert the key . Shockingly it didn’t turn around and I pressed it a bit to see whether it was put inside properly.
The little pressure opened the door ajar without even unlocking.
“The wooden door ajar
reopening
all the gates to agony
darkness is what I can see
In the tunnels of time
where I reach suddenly…”
I was stunned and astonished. Had someone burgled into my house when I was away? Was there anyone already inside waiting to attack me? Numerous questions confused me and I rushed inside to make sure if things were in proper place.
Before I switched on the lights,I saw a luminous bright light coming from the room adjacent .
I slipped slowly into the room.
Suddenly I noticed a huge mirror leaning against the wall. It was a precious antique piece,one which can be a prized possession.I could not remember why and how this had landed here. I had never bought this piece nor I did own it.
I went ahead to have a look.
“The mirror on the wall
looks at me ,mocks and laughs
“what made you return
to this dungeon?
Isn’t the present world
a better place to live in?”
“The city has turned into a dead corpse”, I heard few voices screaming.
Gunshots and noise of artillery deafened my ears. Military troops moving adjacent and having a fierce combat.
“Nicholas”, someone shouted , ” shoot! what are you waiting for?”
I turned around to see another soldier trying to say something. The bombshells again hypnotized my senses.
Suddenly I could feel the weight of the Lee-Enfield rifle hanging around my shoulder .Thick fluid wetted the grip of my hands,I could see blood all over.
I had in me the mix blood for my mother had been the once beautiful girl of the Serb! I had the looks of her distinct charm and the raw dominance of my dad.
“Shoot ,you fool,else you will be killed “, I could hear the lines again.
It was my commander ordering me to face the enemy .I remembered each scene from this deadliest wars of history ,the World War 1.
Millions were killed,innocents slayed,cities destroyed and towns vandalized.For 2 long years I was moving continuously with my troops killing thousands of soldiers,”Humans I must say.”
“This should end” , I had screamed to myself.I cannot shed more blood ,the view of the brutal faces,the terrorized looks haunted my dreams.
“See how you are lost
to your fears
succumbed to your pressures
apprehensive has become your future
I see the gloomy dust of pain
on my face in the image”.
How did I reach here ? It was 19 15 ,which meant I had traveled back in the time space into the past. But why? I never knew I was a soldier ,a rather such a cruel one. This bloodshed is a part of my life which had scared me till today.
PHOTOCREDIT: mentalfloss.com
But I am a software professional and just 30 yrs old then is it my previous birth that I am visualizing? Is it a dream? This could reconnect me with the fact that I usually woke up in the middle of the night screaming in dream of an outrage of war and pleading, “Please forgive me ,my Lord.I cannot kill innocent people.”
“Wipe the mud
clear off the doubts”
I heard my voice ,
“go back to the world profound
whirlpool is this
the past tense
shall tangle and drive you insane
go away run and flee
live in today
accept the destiny…”
Profusely sweating I wiped my face and found myself standing back again in the corridor of my house.The scene had vanished and I was stupefied like a statue. The split second or the few minutes during which I visited the real situation, had been a nightmare for me all during these years and for the first time it had awakened my being.
I knew it was past and I could walk ahead now without fearing about the traumatic dream which killed me every second.
“what hath tomorrow
you ne’er know
forget the past
embrace the air
from the new door!”
I returned from my memories,it was a dream or travel in the time space I never knew,but it ended my worst nightmare.
A FICTION WRITTEN FOR THE Weekly Writing Challenge: Through the Door.
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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 …
PHOTOCREDIT:yabbedoo.wordpress.com
MYSTICAL ALLURE AWARD !
My deepest gratitude to Nirvani of http://thecosmicpoet.com/ for considering me worth for this gem of an award!
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
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)
up in the air
kites flying high
coloured horizon above
sri lankan architecture
high in the clouds the minaret of grand mosque,abudhabi
grand mosque abudhabi
artistic and exquisite
the interior ceiling of the Grand mosque,abu dhabi
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…
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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
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 .
