MOHIT MITRA Poet Jueju

Pleroma JU

                                              Utters noumenal alone
                                   Apophatic high source throne
                       Voice posits primal sole rite
        Shadow negates all dim sight


                                                    Entering tathata zone
                                                                  Haecceity beyond far throne
                                                                                   Pleroma seals all true dome
                                                                                                 Silence enthrones cold vast home

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Linda Alice Fowler March 18, 2026 at 1:10 PM Enlightening and enchanting Mohit. Congratulations! :) MOHIT MITRA March 18, 2026 at 7:41 PM Lucent Linda, thy kindly praise outshines my poor desert; if aught therein seem’d fair, it was but Heaven’s lending— I render thee my humble thanks.

Sara Kendrick March 18, 2026 at 11:11 AM Congratulations on your winning work. Way to go. Thank you for sharing it with us. I like the layout..Sara K Sara Kendrick March 19, 2026 at 5:06 AM Why, thank you, Mohit. Sara K MOHIT MITRA March 18, 2026 at 7:41 PM Sagacious Sara, thy fervent light I feel, Through every sigh and silence of my breast; Thy spirit moves with purpose pure and real, I soulfully give thanks—thou art truly blest.

Charles Messina March 17, 2026 at 11:49 AM Mohit...A great write, my friend. After using the dictionary to look up about a half dozen words you used, I found the meaning to your poem (lol). Congratulations on your high placement in my contest! Charlie MOHIT MITRA March 17, 2026 at 6:44 PM Clement Charlie, Thy kindly words honour me far beyond my merit; I render humble thanks. That thou wouldst seek the hidden textures of my verse warms my soul, and I rejoice in thy generous spirit and encouragement. Ever in reverent esteem, I remain, Mohit Mitra