HAPPY DIWALI TO ALL !


Thee , the emperor of the cosmos,

one who reigns the galaxy,

The pristine nature

 blushes

 on his glance…

whose tears flow on earth

 as sacred Ganges,

To thee! I salute,

 who visions the creation…

..

Soul of mine , thine art,

Thou colours have painted …

with the emblazoned emotions

…whence shimmers my heart…

 

 

I owe to Thou ,

the Supreme Lord ,

Craftsman of this existence

The Magnanimous artiste,

Every second, every moment,

Every joy,

that I have knoweth

Every tear,

every breath ,

 the ceaseless energy 

that keeps me dead or alive!!!!

 

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THY GRACE !


the flower of elegance blushes in crimson…

as thy cheeks are  kissed

the charming breeze says!

Into the depths of mystical majesty

I enter,

as the lotus eyed blinks

whom I face!

embellished by the divinity

beautified is thy grace,

i dip and sink

in the waters of love

where celestial beings

too are refrained!

….

tis the ether that vapourizes

sublime soul emanates

 redolence of the miraculous passion

for aeonian

through the gracious touch of thy senses!

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DIVINE TOUCH!


pitcher full of emotions,brimming 
overflowing into pastures
perched where the canaries 
and 
nightingales ...
inundates the viridity 
as blooms of elegant lilies !

running as the relinquished stream
battling,wading through daffodils,
whirling up for a while
as the scrooched stem bends,
moistening the soil
of a heart glistened and alluvial!

ecstasy runs through the red veins
for the moment ephemeral
when the divine touch 
of His grace is realized and sensed.

the oceanic abyss, shines with pearls
drenching the withered soul 
in a blink,
the soul manifests the Real! 

MIGHTY THOUGHTS!


 
 
Swipe away the negations those which cloud the vision
blurring the image of the clarity
weakens the mind and shivers with fear
for a preconceived notion.
 
Beneath the mulberry leaves
rests a tiny butterfly
ready to fly for its survival
lone it needs strength in the wings,
which only your faith can reason.
 
In the buries of the earth
lies a seed tiny in stature,
on the verge of sprouting
to germinate  out in the air.
 
Molten wax drips along
the sides of a flickering candle,
awaiting for hands to protect it
from the storm of periods and seasons.
 
All in the mind we have in store,
the thoughts as a hidden treasure,
mightier than the visible actions,
Our powerful thoughts  in quantum measures.

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