Patterns of living ,intricate with beautiful mesh,
delicate framework,often mismanaged,
virtues virtuous a way to disentangle,
Which cannot be taught or won by wars,
they are the blessings graced by the one Ultimate…
Experiencing the inflicting nostalgia within,
when the heart feels these virtues apart,
the doors of light open ajar,
with realization enlightening the dark…
Schools and discourses cannot teach,
the path to be traversed on,
these are just instruments to our cognizance
Of great fragrances which exist in the Universe…
When away from all egos and logical storm,
clouds of ignorance enwrap your soul,
suffocated by world’s treacherous forms ,
starving for the truth eternal,
when they touch a mountain figure of god head,
sublimate and condense
showering drops of ecstasy…
with eternal bliss within.
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“Patterns of living, intricate with beautiful mesh, delicate framework…” – so filigree and precious. Yes, there’ re things that schools can’ t teach, and your gift of writing is also one of them.
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That a lovely piece with a long stop by: “Away from all egos and logical storm, clouds of ignorance enwrap your soul, suffocated by world’s treacherous forms, starving for the truth eternal”..
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Thanks Mira !
Lovely words once again Soumya!
Cheers
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i loved the poem, and its message throughout…well delivered my sister!
Thanks Wendell for that.
A very profound and stirring poem as always with an important message.
Thank you so much June.
The answer is within, it has always been there.
I especially love the last stanza, it suddenly adds life. Pattern of living – yes.
Thanks Pawan