in a chilling facade Tightness in chest and burning veins; A deceitful warmth doth flow Icy claws of the dark deep brought me hither to pull me apart; Secrets of the dead they whisper My sanity slowly withers Hands now impatient to grab remnants of a decaying soul Phantasmal waves of anxiety caress the lines of my palm to gingerly untangle and leave them to fade away Two bubbles of sweet hope rising to the surface, leave me behind as I drown in thoughts; To breathe is to surrender Inside me, two people pulling the strings; Breathe in death or breathe out life A rendezvous of gazillion sensations inside A cluster of bubbles outside as I slowly embrace the endless gray…
in stirring souls Nebulae between stars Fields between particles Blackouts between dreams Crackling, sparks between flames Ascent and descent between notes Stillness between breaths I am somewhere between tripping and rising Unfathomable sigh ~Inside spaces~ Sigh unfathomable Rising and tripping Between somewhere am I Breaths between stillness Notes between descent and ascent Flames between sparks, crackling Dreams between blackouts Particles between fields Stars between nebulae Souls stirring in spaces divine
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Gone are the
sharp contours Mellowed down are the shades of black and brown Grey and greyer Darkness bright and shady light.
In the mist of it all
I set forth on a familiar track unfamiliar now it seems Never have I ever ventured into the unknown well-known now it seems
For new depths
am I exploring of a spiritual realm veiled by the soft translucence of earth’s moist breath
In the mist of it all
oblivion I cross and as it d i s s o l v e d into my cold selfish palms it did plant a last vapoury kiss
Clear is it now
both within and without
Oh give me a piece
of this lustrous moon And it’s light will I capture to walk through the dark passage of time so roguish and uncertain
Oh, the cool
and invigorating embrace of this piece of moon, to this bothered soul will soothe its qualms about the world, so opinionated yet passive
till the last drop will I extract, the essence of its sobriety So that in the battle to exhibit the plethora of “All that glitters”, I unveil my sublime simplicity.
Truth is the unfathomable song of the unrelenting Magpie punctuated heavily by the commentator sitting in the ever-chattering mind and listening to its own radio
Truth is the salty ocean breeze which stings open wounds But relieves you of the suffocating humidity and dampness of foggy lies.
Truth is the airborne oil of petrichor yearning to permeate the soul but masked by the synthetic musk and sweet-smelling ester of bottled lies.
Truth is they say, bitter… bitter like medicine a rebel against sugarcoated lies wrapped inside, an enticing destruction
Truth is the sunset… grotesque silhouettes blending slowly with the darkness of dusk left behind a spark of light cause’ now you’re the candle you’re the vision…
White lights pouring
the tulle does gleam sweaty toes and glossy shoes, wooden floor beneath
up in the air as graceful as they could be and swirling the air above; blending in the scent of, the sweetest of roses
my legs do slip like butter on the floor spanning like compass, sketching a circle on the floor which envies my grace
eyes pop audience amazed a maneuver interlaced with perfection a manifestation of how flaws embellish grace
I stare at the key;
key to the caged me, which yearns to explore the blue yonder where it is meant to be Magnificent it is; a constant reminder of my triviality, passes down a look of pity with its nuances of artistry An easily forgivable treachery.
But oh the key lies there,
far away from my reach and I’ll have to break free For how can something which is not a part of me; which is foreign to me have the power to stop me?
now a battlefield tests the capacity of a soul fueled with perseverance and quest for knowledge Alas! it could not hold in my shooting aspirations anymore.
And thus, I broke free
of the coldness in the confinement A warm flurry of wind beneath my wings to revive the curiosity to revive those dreams…
Off I reached
straight for the sky Yes! this is what freedom feels like. When I can explore; When I can experience; When I can interact to discover myself and correct my course I am free…
Deserted soul, Thirsty mind, and the first drop of rain as if dissolves the emptiness; the loss; the dryness of a soul which knows no affection as subtle as that of a raindrop.
And the greens that rejoice
at the announcement of nature marking the descent of the heavenly elixir that oh, the Gods have sent to quench the thirst of the earthly wonders.
Behold, for when the raindrop falls
and kisses gently the outstretched palms of the leaves longing for love; they gleam with glee.
Such is the magic of rain
that even light splits in sheer ecstasy into seven colors to bring delight to the child searching in the sky for hues of inspiration.
My mind is an irrational number
I wonder. Goes on an on boundless and senseless Full of variables it is each waiting for a value to get defined in this incalculable mess of my indeterminate mind
Or is it a discontinuous graph ?
with ups and downs but suddenly, gets stuck at one point staring ahead just a void I know my destination but where’s the path ? No excuses, create one.
Don’t put limits
on this indeterminate mind of mine O let my imagination touch infinity! But do tell me, Will I ever know the roots of such a complex mind ?
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O dear, be like the flame
one with inner peace and tranquility
that those who try to shatter
will get shattered themselves
in the radiance of your eternal soul…
Grow more every moment
more than before
don’t forget your roots
you will flicker at times
you will lose your sanity;
lose the permanence
but don’t lose hope…
Let your aura announce
the presence of a dazzling soul
with an inevitable influence
of warmth and compassion
for all those who are, and are not
familiar with your true self…
After adjusting the brightness and contrast of the image, you can see the beautiful aura around the flame. Certainly, a lot of things go unnoticed!