Tag: magic

poetry, Soulful

The Divine Charm

TulipBrook

When the feminine energy yearns for the masculine to unite and merge into oneness, ut is no less than magic.

When life was swinging astray,

Finding no peace,

No direction to go,

The heart panged restlessly,

The mind raced recklessly,

A man from the divine land,

One with a blissful aura,

Entered the tempest of my emotions,

And stood there firmly,

Smiling at me,

His eyes radiating only love.

He walked towards me,

And,

Held my cold restless hands,

Caressed my dry pale lips.

He closed my tired eyelids,

And,

Whispered words of magic in my ears.


And,

In a matter of few breaths,

Calmed down the turmoil within.


Embracing me tightly,

And with full authority,

He took me with him,

To the divine land,

To stay with him,

As his soulmate,

For lifetimes, till eternity.

Divine : Love : Unison

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

poetry

Magic and Spirituality Series Poetry Podcast- Let’s Fly

TulipBrook

Imagine having wings or angelic powers to fly high and reach the most hidden and deep parts of this limitless universe. What a magical journey it will be. But it is more than that, a spiritual one, that makes one realize this existence of yours is meant to merge with this greater existence. Let’s do this through poetry.

The Lines

Wish I had vibrant wings,

And,

Beautiful soft feathers,

Like a charismatic fluffy bird,

Preparing itself with pride,

After a lengthy pruning session,

To begin a wonderful flight,

To the farthest terrains possible.

Or I can be a crisp winged butterfly,

Born out of a broken cocoon,

Of a caterpillar’s transformation,

A journey towards limitless freedom.

My heart desires,

To be a star-dusted glowing angel,

Resplendent and magical,

Carrying an aura divine.

The desire to make a flight,

To the sights far away,

From the vision of my eyes,

and soar higher and higher,

To the undeciphered darkness,

And make an unfathomable dream,

A fathomable reality.

This incomprehensible vastness,

Of the indigo hued sky,

And those bright twinkling stars,

Making awe-inspiring patterns,

In a myriad puzzling constellation,

Ushers inside me a light of hope,

To solve this labyrinthine,

And unravel the master’s design.

The gigantic milky way,

And the other extra-terrestrials,

Gush inside me a river of joy,

That desires to meet this ocean,

Of the creator’s spectacular phenomena.

And as I witness,

This universe in its entirety,

Flying unhindered,

Through the waves of astonishment,

And humming in a continuum,

Through the undercurrents of ecstasy,

A sense of equanimity enters,

Into my core,

And a blissful thought lingers,

In the depths of my mind,

As I traverse effortless,

These light-years too,

To reach my final terminus,

Where I merge like a silhouette,

And fade away like a mist,

Into this infinity forever.

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सड़क – Fragrance Flows Through Streams Of Words

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  1. सड़क
  2. Diya aur baati
  3. अलादीन
  4. मीत
  5. कॉंच

Magic: Spirituality: Poetry