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
Tag Archives: spiritualism
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!”
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! PHOTOCREDIT:product.ganeshaspeaks.com
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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A NOMADIC WANDERER!
Wandering as a nomad Through sands and seas, I embraced the heaven above As my destiny… Amidst the crowd dies my soul, In the bushes of daffodils Lives my heart profound... ..Up with the birds it flees and dips, With melody exalting submerged in the waters clean… Far away deep in the woods I walk or Where the ember glows on the horizon Moon kissing the stars... Lay I on the sand wherein Alone I stand tis the temporaire abide in the vast expanse... Bliss is whence I revertere in the embrace of the creator ending my voyage on earth as a nomadic wanderer! PHOTOCREDIT:thestarsarelimitless.tumblr.com
REPOSTS
Today I would like to repost two of my very early works which reached very few people at that moment of time.Enjoy the divine flow!
http://soumyav.wordpress.com/2012/05/15/gracious-pastoral/
http://soumyav.wordpress.com/2012/07/27/a-depiction-of-self-surrender/
GOLDEN WINGS !
The golden wings got clipped,
in the course of life’s journey,
flying above and soaring freely,
got forbidden by the destiny…
Was it the long flight …
that I went on…
or the route I chose to be on…?
my feathers now lay fretted ,powerless,
waiting for a soothing balm!
Which sky has the colours,
to paint my wings of thought,
where do I fly back again,
to get my real treasured expressive syndrome!
Beyond the horizon,one day,
I discover the varicoloured divinity ,
which reflected the cosmos in a view ,
where I could reinstate my lost dignity!
For the loss of self conscience within,
my heart had pined for the divine being,
I had denied and struggled for long,
to get out of this complexity…
Today I stand on the verge of bowing my head before the Lord,
The Only One existing ever who knows how to repair my golden wings,
He is the one who had given me the power to fly…
I will take a long flight hence forth…
with a deep plunge in the spiritual river flowing by….
For every dip that I make,
I shall wash off my burdened load,
further lightening my feathers …
To enable me for an invoking compose!
ETERNAL LIGHT!
The light dawns upon the earth,
lighting innumerable dark worlds,
which grope in the darkened atmospheres,
dwelling within them sins of jealousy,cruelty and fears…
The illumination is for every nook,
which has been away from the
beautiful divine look…
where ignorance rules and
eradicates love,
for such a place ..
the eternal light always burns!
When will thy luminous presence
sparkle the souls,
waking up the sleeping psyches,
when will the inner light be alighted,
to shine and twinkle even in darker nights!
For the sinners there is always a hope,
of recuperating the thoughts once dreadful ,
For such fallers of the path,
the divine hand pulls them out of the morass…
Hate the sins and not the doers,
ablazing a flame of love in each,
the world can be a place of
lighted flowing creek…
A BUD!
I want to remain as a bud of love,
ever blooming in the nature,
even on advent of winter,
or in presence of fall or autumn,
ever blossoming, like the soft…
precious petals in every season…
Every touch should get the feel of my inherent pristine affection,
rendering amongst the millions who pass
through the wreath of my warmth,
unfolding slowly with time,
ever learning new process of nature,
absorbing within the essence of truth,
eradicating pangs of piercing thorns
out of fear and conjecture…
I would love to be known
as the bud of wisdom,
the one,who keeps on unfurling more,
as we go deep inside the real nectar …
Remaining a bud is a blessing,
getting showered by the graceful divine,
to unfurl and open each petal,
as wisdom touches to illumine more…
step by step,every moment,
the blossoming never comes to a halt,
neither by any superficial force or any other act of nature…
