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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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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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!
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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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 ….
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…
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…
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…
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..
