Redundant


 

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I triumphed over  the odds

Sometimes to slash the thorns

the blossoms on stretched meadows

caressed  wounds while I galloped

as if flying on unicorn

A halt for a while , a shelter under a tree

gathering perspired breaths

rose the spirit to journey

Yeah ! it is the endless path

road to the ethereal resort

tents, huts , caravans

allure midway along

neither any fancies nor any whims

is abreast

to stop  the dreams

The   soul glimpses and carries forth

A new endeavor to survive on!

Tis’ your journey


tis your journey,
which you undertake
on the lonesome path
for miles before you rest…
afar lies the horizon,
prickly branches near
the sun will scorch your tender skin’
if you aren’t strong and
stand with valour…
lift thy spirits in dark nights
through dense jungles
scary beings of fear and death
shall haunt you
if you don’t have faith ever.
tis your journey,
O! young soul…
traverse on the path
till you touch the blue sky
and finally kiss the stars….

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journey-begins

Which way you run!


O! FEEBLE HEART

Which way you run!
O ! feeble heart!
Where doth you seek and search for love,
in human ,
of the dead flesh
in the darkness of emotional cave
through forests of thoughts
in ruthless veins
or the minds that …slumber…
and indulge in selfcentredness…

what maketh you flee to
these strangers of the unknown play…
Hath you not known,
It’s a stage,
illusion is the world
identities fake…

Then how could you ne’er know,
The search for love,
is on a different path ahead, pulled where
You will be through
the sacred thread..

When comes the moment,
The dawn radiates…
rises the soul …
Thence on a journey, the eternal quest begins
Love sublimates…

It’s the Divine, where you doth find
the truth of affection and love …
in His Glory ,in His Name…

 

THE EARLY DAWN


Did the morning dawn knew

I was wide awake the previous night

searching for the luminescent light

that which illumines me forever….

How come  then the sun rose

Earlier than ever

My Lord  must have noticed

my fumbling in the dark

at the odd hours…

HE takes care,HE is concerned,

A thorn pricks me and HE is hurt

So why do  then, I be afraid

Of the long tedious unseen desert

When HE showers the rain of love

When I’m lost and falling with thirst….

This morning dawned

earlier than ever…

HE hath sent the Sun to me,

to guide me through the obscure

and motivate me in every endeavor

infusing strength and vigour…

TRIFECTA CHALLENGE-THE DYNAMIC TRAVELER


 Written for TRIFECTA CHALLENGE- WEEK SEVENTY http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/03/trifecta-week-seventy.html

 LUCKY (adjective)… The third meaning of lucky is to be used.

1: having good luck
2: happening by chance : fortuitous
3: producing or resulting in good by chance : favorable

 

As I hear few echoing sounds,

the striking  waves rebound,

in the waters , in the winds,

carrying the fragrance of the dreams…

 Flowing rivers carry the soul,

of the wishes that are just born …

moving from place to place,

dreams get distributed around…

 Many  choose the simpler ones,

some opt  for the  real tough ones,

but the lonesome struggler,

 always desires for

a vibrant colorful one…

Challenges numerous ,

difficulties ahead,

he colors his road,

brightly  in red…

Dreams of  passion ,

fantasy in thoughts,

striving in   real…

for the chosen path…

 

The traveler  dreams of something big,

aiming for the highest peak,

He who dares to walk alone,

with dab of patience and courage can go….

The path to the luciferous   dream isn’t  smooth,

curves and bends, cliffs and terrain will loom,

still the dynamic pedestrian walks,

for his decision is firm as a rock…

Overwhelmed too, the creator gets,

Seeing someone persevere in the best,

He too lends a helping hand,

to the walker in the  distressed land…

Changing the course of the flow,

the Supreme one wants  to show,

Faith and determination 

Can transform the negative forces 

into lucky energies favoring the soul!

WHERE IS OUR PATH?


Where is the path that I walked on…

disappeared in the thick  fog or the smoke …

Lost under the layers of dust …

where thousands of feet had trodden ….

 

The one that lead to you,

with peaceful vibrancy,

calming sun,

breeze of tranquil air flowing,

no hatred or wrath …

no fury or anger…

 

The one which we were proud of ,

which binded every human …

from every corner of the world…

to remind that ..

humanity is the best religion!

 

The one where new souls arrived and welcomed with fervor,

irrespective of the gender that were…

both walked on the path …

with utmost harmony and honor…

 

Why did the way vanish somewhere,

or we lost its track…

When shall we walk forth on it…

dwelling on this land … peacefully inhabit! 

A SOLITARY JOURNEY


Into the depths of  the heart,

a  journey is undertaken in solitude ,

walking alone on the rough edges,

The sole gets hurt with piercing  pain…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The road which goes within,

into the dwellings of the stream,

whose source is the rich mute bosom ,

from where it flows endlessly with water  pristine…

is never traversed with anyone,

people around,or amidst the crowd…

the journey of  this kind…

is rare and occasionally  found….

 

But moments in life do concur,

 bring to light such endeavour,

when everyone has to map this distance ,

the gap with conscience, depth and wisdom…

to carry forth the life’s continous wave …

for ceaseless never ending ritual…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Destined it is for every soul,

be it now or later unknown,

groping in the dark some fall,

some get dazzled by the luminous core,

Varying feelings, varying thoughts,

according to the body and mind’s ball,

…Such a moment is sure to  begin…

when we stand alone on the path…

and set about  the  journey within …

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