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poetry, Souful, Soulful

A night like this

TulipBrook

Each one of us has a fantasy, a longing, a desire, to have that perfect night. A night filled with magic and love. Some like it simple like any other silent night. Some love it like a celebration with the festoons and confetti. Some yearn for a total trance of the starry sky. Some need just the lunar charm. Some need solace and solitude. Some need a confidante to contribute. But all need something in the night that they miss in the day light.

The night carries me to,

A magical world of love,
And a surreal terrain of joy,
Where stars twinkle brighter,
And create a scintillating mosaic,
In the pristine blue waters,
With the breeze smothering my tresses,
And nudging me to dance,
To the tunes of the night’s notes,
And live this night fully,
In ecstasy and bliss.

night : bliss : moon

philosophy, poetry, Spiritual

The call of the divine

TulipBrook

How one experiences the divinity is a mystery in itself. But whatever be the experience, it’s worth sharing. I am sharing my experience in the form of a short poem.

The morning temple bells,
And the breezy lake side,
The lemony fresh sky,
And the fragrant marigold petals,
The ivory conch echoes,
And the invigorating mantra sounds,
The soothing camphor fire,
And the cleansing holy water,
The clamor of the devotees,
Brought to a dead silence,
By the sheer divine presence,
Not outside as a diety, but within oneself.

divinity : existence : bliss

inspiration, philosophy, poetry

Free Soul

TulipBrook

I found freedom in,

Dancing to my own music,

And singing my own song,

Unapologetically being myself,

Every single moment,

Even if I falter and break a bone,

Or strain my vocal chords,

I’ll just push myself more,

And expand my existence,

Like this limitless sky above.

I relished every moment,

From the glory of morning-

The fresh fragrant breeze,

That invigorates those weary senses,

The sweet songs of birds,

That make this ambience magical,

The balmy rays of the sun,

That inspires one to go ahead with the day,

Like a fire that lights up everything it touches.


And as the night beckoned,

I simply relaxed imagining,

The majestic mountains,

And the enigmatic sun dance,

The blooming valley,

And the aromatic air,

The soulful sky,

And the calming water,

The morning bird songs,

And the evening starry nights,

All that nature has offered,

Generously to us,

Every single moment.


If ever I felt lonely,

With no one to hear and speak,

I talked to the trees,

These little flowering buds,

The cuckoo and the crow,

Sitting on the porch,

Or my little pet dog.

I went beyond human dependency,

And experienced a connection,

With other lifeforms too.


Days pass in joy,

As I live to the fullest,

Learning and sharing,

Creating and caring.


Again the night arrives,

With a full moon this time,

That gives hope to everyone,

To be child-like and dream,

To love this life and stay adventurous,

To think of the unimaginable,

To talk about the unbelievable,

And,

To never give up in life.


As I fall asleep,

I live an explorer’s life,

Who packs his bags,

And goes on an adventure-

A trek to the mighty Himalayas,

A deep dive in the deep Pacific,

A skydiving thrill in the listless sky of Dubai,

Cycle non stop in tour d’France,

Or run a half marathon in an event,

Somersault like a gymnast in a circus,

Dance and swirl on my toes like a ballet dancer,

And make every moment truly enjoyable,

Sharing a playful vibrant smile,

And a pristine sparkling love wherever I go.

LIFE: FREEDOM: HAPPINESS

poetry

Hey Woman ! Proclaim the Crown

TulipBrook

How one feels sitting alone in a star lit night by the sea side. Well, I feel like a queen, of this vast kingdom of nature I witness with my eyes.

The lines

I am the queen of the night, 

The sky is my kingdom,

The moon my favorite clergy,

The stars my subjects,

The trees my danseuses,

The sea breeze my court’s singer,

And I reign upon this province, 

Every single night.

Like a thunderstorm inside,

 I hum a little, and dance a little more,

I breathe, and let the fierce rain drops,

 From the tempest of my emotions pour.

I let the tornado of the bleaky past,

Rest for a while after a long roar,

And let the balmy waves of self love,

And resilience cleanse my soul, my core,

And I rejoice how resplendent my benevolence is, 

Beholding my existence like an aural bliss.


I AM THE QUEEN

NIGHT: LONELINESS: PROCLAIM

poetry

The night burns

TulipBrook

Ever seen how this moon, the sky, the breeze, and the water, remind you of old times. So is tonight, a reminder of a long-lost love. But it inspires you to grow out of the loss, the pain, and shine like never.

The moon shines

The Lines

The fiery moon and the calming, breezy night,

The moon sets itself on fire,

And brightens the inky indigo sky,

And the pitch blue water beneath, 

Revealing the unfulfilled passion,

Of forlorn love,

An unrequited emotional encounter,

With a lover of a stark disposition. 

The breeze of detachment,

Tries to obscure this fiery night,

And makes everything look hazy.

But it fails in a manner so miserable,

That the moon shines to its full glory,

And keeps burning the entire night,

Beckoning all and reminding them,

That the painful love stories linger the longest.

Reiterates with its envying resplendence,

Let the pain linger, 

Let it burn you,

For life is all about passion,

A desire to love and confer it too.

And in this fire gives rise to beautiful art,

A poetic soiree,

A piece of a musical symphony,

Or a breathtaking dance recital,

And in time one ought to shine, And glow forever.

Moon: Love: Shine

poetry

The Joy Of Being Alive

TulipBrook

Time to feel this life, the existence we are a part of. Hear the music that nature plays and dance your way to ultimate bliss. Every moment offers a note worth reckoning. Enjoy the poetic way of living this moment…

The lines

The moment I wake up,
I dance and jump,
On the beats and tunes,
Of nature’s songs.
The sun’s radiant rhythms,
Play the vibrant notes,
On everything existing here.
The breeze’s invigorating strain,
Stimulating the stillness,
Of this morning quietude,
The taintless dewdrops,
Holding a calming pause,
To nudge the observer,
In a loving and alluring way.

As I experience these sounds,
I sway my body in a gesture of self romance,
And twist my arms in lyrical poetry,
With ease and verve.

The feel of the impeccable beauty,
Of this vast existence,
And of myself,
Rejoices my heart,
For being alive.

Morning time in my garden

Life: Music: Joy