The dark thoughts of agony,
Seer in the cauldron of hate,
And the fuel of greed and pride,
Keep its flames rising,
Soaring to the upper skies,
Crossing layers innumerable,
Touching the unfathomable ether,
To smudge the ashes of it’s burn,
Obscuring the moon and stars,
Creating a dark sooty sky,
Like a moribund place,
Filled with the same loathe,
That this heart carried for ages.
Pradeepti
The sweet moment of twilight,
And the sky above,
Ready to adorn the blanket,
Of a dark blue shade.
The stillness in the air,
The peace in the ambience,
The divinity’s sandstone idol,
Fragrance of mogra, sandalwood, and camphor,
And the mellow smell of the wet soil.
A flame emblazens much brighter,
As the darkness slowly sets in,
With the sound of the conch and the bells,
The reverberating utterance of the rhythmic mantras,
And the infallible faith of the engrossed devotees.
Indeed, this is true devotion,
When, everything comes to a standstill,
And is ready to be ingested in one’s soul,
And then get completely soaked,
In the ocean of this gaiety,
And surrender oneself,
In dance,
In music,
In emotions,
In expression,
In joy and ecstacy,
Where one experiences the ultimate truth,
A glimpse of the divine.
divine : echo : bliss
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
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.
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
Have you ever observed how things have layers to them. It is just a matter of range, and scale. What’s not evident doesn’t imply it doesn’t exist.Another dream of a beautiful evening sky, a palette of blues and greens, with undertones of greys and blacks. As I saw this, I felt an urge to go beyond this layer, and see what’s beneath. There is something enticing about the hidden. Tried sharing the same through a poem.
The Lines
This beautiful sky above,
With shades of blue-
A stolen hue from the peacock’s feathers,
A grabbed tone from the nordic seas,
And a snatched tint from the crystals of Ceylon.
The greens look subdued,
But still asserting their presence,
With a mix of mountain jungles and the muddy water stains.
The greys and blacks,
Intrigue me a bit,
The manner in which,
They cast a spell of darkness,
Astounds my knowing,
And I become a seeker,
To move towards the unknown,
With the light of the known.
For the knower is always,
In his incompleteness,
Seeking beyond.
As I removed this layer,
I saw a path,
Grey and black,
Revealing the possibilities that exist,
Always, in different forms and layers,
The ones we ignore or overlook,
And miss the bewitching abundance,
This existence offers every moment.
LAYERED: EXISTENCE: LIFE
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 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
Tulip Brook 