PLETHORA !


 

plethora of thoughts

rained on thy meadow

cascading over as

a waterfall thru

the shallows…

 

inundated with brimming compassion

thy glance upon my portrayal

prowess of which

mesmerized

the  green pasture….

 

With a cup of passion held

between my fingers

I let thy touch it for a sip,

spills the overflowing

fountain,

as a shower of spring!

 

soaks the thin fabric

inebriating the wandering soul

dousing the spirit, wondrous

in the heavenly love…

 

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EMBLAZONED !


A handful of  sparkling dreams,

lofty and beautiful

closed within the tender palms of her,

in the dark shimmering…

As she spread her arms out,

trying to embrace the heaven

the tiny fragments flew and soared

becoming stars of the celestial…

each particle has a dream,

to live in palace of harmony,

where symphony would play the tune

music becoming euphonic…

the  beautiful dreams emblazon

 the chambers of the earth,

lighting  thousand  embers…

with the  soul of passion unearthed.

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THE AEONIAN STORY


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Components   of the Eternal ,

constituted with his elements,

pure and divine …

shall always be!

Far away from the evil..

and its addicting nature within…

 

Sent as mortal beings,

the immortal souls ,

with embodied figures!

to learn and experience,

the world over beneath!

 

Fruit sweet and poisonous,

warned by gods ,

to the earthly dears…

consumed and absorbed by the fears,

transforming the eternal ones…

into mere mortals of this Universe..

 

Dripping along the curves,

drops of ecstatic nectar,

essence of perfumed florets invariable…

watery vapours in the atmosphere,

evaporating …

in the air…

with the rising phenomenon…

rhythm gentle,

changes to vibrant layers,

souls merge ..

as one in a sphere…

oneness known,

ne’er by the body and soul ,

ages since it birthed …

on earth from heaven!

 

But Alas! the mind never knew,

this wasn’t the only truth,

Wisdom brightened the way for some ..

who knew and realized the inner view,

walking on the path divine …

assimilating with the Elysian as anew!

I WISH I WERE…. -WEEKLY WRITING CHALLENGE


This week’s writing challenge is to finish “I wish I were…” and here is my beautiful small wish…..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I wish I were an angel of  the heaven,

from where I could  get  a glance ,

of everyone on this beautiful earth,

peeping inside their minds and hearts…

 

I wish I could sprinkle some humanity on the barren land,

where humans have forgotten to respect their species and  clan…

I wish I could use my wand and let sorrows vanish from the broken  hearts,

spreading a bit of golden  sunshine in everyone’s empty courtyard…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I wish I could twirl around…

and do some magic to re-liven the spirits

of the dead souls on the earth,

who are supposed to be exquisite…

 

I wish I could talk to the ones,

who have loved me so  dearly,

that Iam not born to be with them…

but here for some other important responsibility…

 

I wish I could show the mirror of the mind to the lonesome losers,

showing them the power within to change the world in a  second…

 

I wish I were  able to express my feelings that lay  subdued within,

To the one whom I adored ,who got lost in life’s living…

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GATEWAY


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I stand on your  doorsteps ,

to find the gates locked,

I am thirsty ..and so is my soul.

 

Magnificent  walls,

taller pillars,

decorated with myriad …

…dreams of heaven.

 

To unlock and open ..

I haven’t learnt,

for the keys to this gateway

have got lost…

 

Just one turn and click open,

the latch of this cell ,

to let me step in,

the world of your transfinite…

 

In your feet …

on my knees….

Intensely  and …

with gravity…

I await 

 for a glimpse of your benevolence ….

 

 

I AM THE CLAY


 

 

Hands drenched in the sludge,imaging form of a creation,

the wheel beside spinning and rotating,

waiting to get a heap of accumulated coagulation…

Twirled swiftly by hands of nature,

the clay tries to take an amorphous form,

The gentle,yet rough palms then …

guide and produce a new envision…

A figure of  great craftmanship,

the potter feels overwhelming,

transforming a sludgy mire ..

into an image of paradigm…

the de-airing while kneading removes all the air gaps,

converting it smoothly  to the core,

flooring ,trimming and impressing by tender touch,

an  ideal form is produced,

In the speed of the wheel spinning,

the imperfections get cleared ,

with the skill of the great hands,

artistically the clay transforms  …into  a human figure….

 

 

 

 

The tempering in the furnace gives proper heating

to the form,

changing the green structure into a permanent forge…

Decorated with intrinsic designs as the intricate emotions inside,

the figure is a perfect prototype…

of a  man being  born on earth,

like a wet sludge of mud,

he grows and begins to  live,

as nurtured of upbringing,

he creates his comfort zone of living…

Stepping in the outside world,

he gets the knock and harsh trembles,

indurating into a confidence self,

to walk on the path destined by the heaven…

 

 

CONNECTED SOULS


Nictating eyes…absorbing the imagery of your empyreal  presence,
conjoining  lines of  the co-ordinates in the revered atmosphere,
dispersed  molecules of fervency,
hypnotizing my senses …
carrying me to an exotic association!
 
Absence of the  corporeal existence,
never diminished the intricate tenderness,
rather minified the negative caprices ,
whenever subjugated by the milieu…
 
True to the heart and pristinely pure,
feelings of sublimated thoughts are divine,
The souls en-laced in the  intertwined ribbons…
…of the silken threads of ardor,
remain connected perpetually and forever…
whether on earth or in heaven…
 
 
 
 

HEAVEN ON EARTH


 

 

 Island of  emotions,

Experiences agitation of heightened  feelings,

Sometimes with no reason,

Collapsing  high tides ,

 on the shores of  terra firma’s  leanings…

 

 

 

 

 

Cyclone of  winds,

storm in the air,

floods somewhere,

Still  the  island lies in  drought?

Irony of  life,

Surrounding everyone,

Seeking the unknown,

Reason whatsoever,

Moving  under distant skies ,

Assuming  true peace is in heaven….

 

 

Before  yielding the full knowledge,

Mind again  gets disoriented,

Searching and finding a lost piece of land,

Which is known  as heaven….

 

O! lost soul of confused heart!

this is where your seek gets lost,,

Your mind resides in this body,

Your heart is the heaven on earth…

ANGELS IN LOVE


 

 

 

lovely duo of attractive angels,

soaring high in the dreams of love,

leaving the land of mortals down,

rise above to the heaven of such…

 

embraced,entwined souls composed,

calm and in sync, when held close,

flying in the kingdom of fantasies,

with wings of pure immaculate thoughts…

 

white,spotless angels in love,

oblivious of the negative atmosphere,

live in their own world and sphere,

illuminating the place with atoms of adoration…

 

 

 

MUSE


Seems you have forgotten the sweet muse of yours,

which always played to you an elegant masterpiece,

doesn’t the melody of the song reverberate,

your heart with the echoing trails?

 

The vibrations of the beats,

the soft musical notes,

were only striked ,

to love you more…

 

Nostalgic moments of  togetherness dreamt,

which never happened nor ever will,

in the garden of the dreams,

where we wish to spend the day with things unseen…

 

Was it only words of your wish ,

or you really ever meant the intense feel,

might be I got overflowed,

submerged in the ocean of feelings forlorn…

 

inspite of  the void gaps in between,

waiting for the warm notes  that I had seen,

my nature can never change my trueself,

even if I stop remembering you any instant…

 

but times do change as the seasons,

someday conditions will be just reversed,

hope you get the faith to go on then,

for I wont be able  to solace you …. from heaven..