Tag: joy

inspiration, philosophy, poetry, Soulful

The light still shines

TulipBrook

The dark existence,
And its stark persistence,
The obnoxious energy,
And its hollow synergy,
The scathing vice,
And its perturbing caprice,
The impinging attack,
And its stinging flak,
The cunning thought,
And its smelly rot,
The evil intention,
And its pertinent tension,
The sly comments,
And their unpalatable condiments,
The foxy acts,
And their illusionary facts,
The sucking compulsions,
And their draining repulsions,
The erratic statements,
And their puzzled placements,
The gloomy narratives
And their dimming imperatives,
The deliberate scorn,
And its prickly thorn,
The noisy tirade,
And its defeaning charade,
The unrealistic expectations,
And their disappointing manifestations,
The paltry assistance
And its pompous subsistence.
Even within all this,
The light still shines,
And the fragrance still spreads,
The vibrance still stays,
And the exuberance still sprouts.
Even in this barrenness,
In this parched and deficient terrain,
Devoid of warmth and love,
Filled with weeds of hatred and ego,
The scantiness of inspiration,
And the emptiness of positivity,
The goodness still thrives,
The beauty still lives.

light : dark : shine

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

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

inspiration, philosophy, poetry, Soulful

Love is that cloud

TulipBrook

Sitting in my balcony, looking at the sky above, and thinking about love made me feel its semblance to a cloud. A short poem to share this feeling.

Love is that cloud,

That feels soft and cottony,
Taking different shapes and forms,
In shades of white and fawn.
It keeps moving freely,
In this vast limitless sky,
Traversing vast distances.
The journey isn’t all glee,
It has its share of pain,
That makes this cloud a vapor bag,
That looks heavy and grey,
And breaks it down into tiny drops,
Falling on the ground,
Giving off its love to it,
And blooming everything around,
And this terminal episode,
Of the saga of a cloud,
Makes it lose its existence forever.

LOVE: CLOUD: POETRY

inspiration

INTERLUDES V

TulipBrook

Life is colorful, all shades are important to make it complete. But too many greys and blacks, will make everything look like a smudged ash left after everything is gone. When you are still alive, why not choose the yellows, the reds, the pinks, and the mauves. Flaunt these hues of joy, passion, daintiness, and regality. A little inspiration to make you all joyful, I choose yellow. Let’s celebrate this shade of life with an enthusiasm like never before.

JOY

LIFE: YELLOW: JOY

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