poetry, Souful

Karmic Debt

Do you feel the past, of some other lifetime? Does it feel you live a certain part of it even now? An unexplainable heaviness that others do not understand. For the believers of karma, a poetry to express this feeling.

Time and turmoil

The Lines

When the soul feels gloomy and hollow,

When the eyes look stark and shallow,

When the existence seems arid and fallow,

When one feels lost,figuring which path to follow.

When painfully many such lives untimely swept,

When nothing substantial stayed or is left,

When the tormented soul silently wept,

It’s nothing but one’s own karmic debt.

That traps the mind, the thought process,

The cognition and senses start to regress.

The reality seems detached, Only the subconscious sublimity prevails,

When the thought of an undeciphered but deeply sensed past persistently sails.

When the Unfathomable depths of times passed by urge to trace back to start,

But the hurdled present pulls the soul to a direction completely different, poles apart.

Still the soul struggles to find peace with the past,

And continues to challenge this present life till its seeming end-death, the soul’s physical last.

KARMA: LIFETIMES: DEBT

inspiration, poetry

Ode to the Divinity

Ever wondered why is there an urge to experience divinity? It is because we are not merely a part of it, but we are the divinity itself. An ode to the divinity- a poet’s rendition.

My experience with divinity

The Lines

The fragrance of this whiff,

Calm sandalwood infused incense,

The warmth of this fire,

Sacred oil lighted tangerine flame,

And, the gesture of these fingers,

Wise mudra signifying willingness,

That of a seeker, a learner.

A mortal’s completeness,

Is a journey towards divinity,

On a path of abandonment,

Traversed in a vehicle of discretion,

Between a phenomenal illusion,

And the truth of the neumona.

As I hold this breath,

And focus at the sacred fire,

Attuning my auditory faculties,

To the frequency of bliss,

I emerge from an abyss,

Like a vivacious spring,

Spurting into a beautiful form,

One of a mesmerizing divine aura,

And I stay there in equanimity,

Surpassing spatio-temporal limitations,

And merging with the limitless,

In the realms of cosmic existence,

The reality of the spirit-

Is this very experience,

This mortal physicality-

It is a frivolous occurrence.

DIVINITY: BLISS: ODE