Peerless paintings mystically mingle;
Hues of heaven and earth amalgamate.
Bells of my shrines rhythmically jingle;
Logic and love lawlessly agitate.
I see Morpheus moving around my mind;
With wings of poppies, Minerva hovers.
Celestial scenes are craftily designed;
Saraswati showers seamless powers.
Monsoons recover all drought-driven cracks;
Ripples in the lake of my mind stir on.
Nightmares consummate with sweet-dream climax;
Blissfully, myriad rainbows are drawn.
Shouldn’t soul-deep joys from deep fountains rise,
As cosmic plumes lift minds to search the skies?
Don't meadows soften the uneven routes?
Don't rugged trees have within them sweet fruits?
Aren't wavy seas engulfed by endless shores?
Doesn't truth shield the cores of mores?
My inner shrine has secret sacred zones.
Stumbling blocks could be used as stepping stones.
Thorny paths can turn into floral beds.
To till my soil of soul, I feel no threats.
Monsoons amalgamate with moist rainbows.
Doesn't each soul have silent volcanoes?
Pearls of optimism are splendidly spread.
Picking them, with faith, I must go ahead.
I whisper like the burbles of the stream.
Though, in my interiors, there's a scream.
I have composed my song. Shouldn't I sing?
Between nodules of clouds of doubts I swing.
Aesthetics and passions amalgamate.
Love and warmth, like lake ripples, escalate.
Arduous desires break like waves of seas.
Could my peaceless soul ever feel at ease?
You're the soulful singer. You are the song.
I'm a song too. But do we flow along?
There's, between us, a common logarithm.
Should we not unite with nature's rhythm?
Peerless paintings mystically mingle.
Bells of my shrines rhythmically jingle.
Hues of heaven and earth amalgamate.
Logic and love lawlessly agitate.
I see Morpheus moving around my mind.
Celestial scenes are craftily designed.
With wings of poppies Minerva hovers.
Saraswati showers seamless powers.
Monsoons recover all drought-driven cracks.
Nightmares consummate with sweet-dream climax.
Ripples, in the lake of my mind, stir on.
Blissfully, myriad rainbows are drawn.
Peerless paintings mystically mingle.
Hues of heaven and earth amalgamate.
Bells of my inner shrine jingle.
Logic and love lawlessly agitate.
I see Morpheus moving around my mind.
With wings of poppies Minerva hovers.
Celestial scenes are craftily designed.
Saraswati showers seamless powers.
Monsoons recover all drought-driven cracks.
Flora and fauna fill the nude deserts.
Nightmares consummate with sweet-dream climax
Prey, with their predators, fervently flirts.
Ripples, in the lake of my mind, stir on.
Blissfully, myriad rainbows are drawn.
Don't meadows soften the uneven routes?
Aren't wavy seas engulfed by endless shores?
Don't rugged trees have within them sweet fruits?
Doesn't truth shield the cores of mores?
Stumbling blocks could be used as stepping stones.
Thorny paths can turn into floral beds.
My inner shrine has secret sacred zones.
To till my soil of soul, I feel no threats.
Sunbeams are spread over the winter ice.
Monsoons amalgamate with moist rainbows.
Though flesh is weak, isn't spirit suffice?
Doesn't each soul have silent volcanoes?
Pearls of optimism are splendidly spread.
Picking them, with faith, I must go ahead.
Your whisper is in the burble of the spring stream.
You pass through the internodes like rays through a prism.
I have composed my lyrics. I would like to sing.
My morphemes are coarse. Could you give me your rhythm?
Aesthetics and passions amalgamate in me.
My soul finds solace in your consoling bosom.
Sentiments break within me, like waves of the sea.
Words move tunelessly. Could you give me your rhythm?
Mind and heart should be in tune, like a musical.
Compassion for creatures should be the sole dictum.
Shouldn't equilibrium be endless moral?
Castles of creeds crash. Could you give me your rhythm?
To begin and end each of my days with truism
Dear Mother Nature, could you give me your rhythm?
All signs... air and fire
vital harmonious forces
amalgamate in Aquarius...
I sing Shahana Bahar, a malody of delight.
It echoed aloud, Marwa, music of sadness-filled plight
I laugh aloud and I hear it back as a scary scream
My gleam of glee turns into hallucinatory dream
Each false virtue that I hate haunts me like a hounds unbound.
Trust and mistrust amalgamate and make meaningless sound.
The impressions I form to attract all, impress no one
Amidst my endless fights, no inner battles I have won.
Efforts that give the illusion of success often fail.
Why does fate prompt me to upset the boat when I still sail?
Convictions are converted into crude catastrophes.
Punctuations of quotations close as apostrophes
With silences of bridge, ledge, and edge, badge, bodge, and budge clash
Amidst pitch dark clouds torches of light as thunderbolts flash
Sounds of church bells peal from graves where tolling knells are hidden.
Though echoes sound true, is disclosure of truth forbidden?
Often, dark and grey; sometimes dark-grey; then, as black as coal
In the shadow of the sunlight, gloom seems to be the soul.
As shades of Banyan trunks fall on yellow-green carpet grass
A broken self, knocks at the collapsed castle's doorpan glass.
My inner self, which gets mingled with the shades of rainbows
It grows fast until it resembles gold-red volcanoes.
After a cold blooded murder, is black blood poured like dregs?
The head is mixed with hands. Corse amalgamate with the legs
Self, like a dwarf, walks, runs, sings, and dances behind broad busts.
Sand streams, like whirlpools, seem to flow all through dissension's crusts.
Scenes change. Colours, like strip lights, fail to expose the faces.
Each creature is condemned to involve in cutthroat races.
In fiery red costumes, anger dances fire ablaze.
Anxiety, pain, and isolation, from within, gaze
Garlands of skulls, bones, and spun veins are worn invisibly.
Bloody tongue ladle, like that of a hound, quizzically
Irritability, stress, and strain are in full posture.
Arrogance, annoyance, and aggression are their gestures.
Hostility, powerlessness, and rage in ballet blend
Assumptions amalgamate with negative assessments.
Veerbhadra, Narasimha, and Mahakali unite.
With Lyssa, Medusa, and Nemesis, they seem to fight.
As the butterfly and dragonfly metamorphosis
The dance of anger ends with a congruous catharsis.
Unlike flower essence, which becomes roses or lilies,
Unlike animal essence that's born into birds and beasts
To bring within humanity love, justice, trust, and peace
The divine takes the human form, and with it co-exists
Gods and goddesses, Hinduism holds, took the form of fish.
Hummingbirds, alligators, tortoises, snakes, stags, and boars
Into eagles, horses, peacocks, doves, vultures, and Ibis
The Greek deities took forms and fulfilled their earthly chores.
Impossibilities for humans are made possible.
Weak flesh and strong spirit amalgamate into a whole.
The eternal, intangible becomes accessible.
Each physical particle turns into a psychic soul.
Omnipresence, like flowers and aroma, becomes one.
All that is celestial, like the rain, descends on the earth.
With the Holy Ghost, herein dwell. the Father and the Son.
Each being, in the Holy Trinity, gains their new birth.
For the schematic inducement of compulsive being,
the transmuting tenet of identity
changes in the self-devised palette of color mélange,
while the conjured chameleon
paints the shifting façade of contrast.
In the ostensible enactment of life’s drama,
the performance perfected by obsessed passion
of playing the multicolored roles,
the sly shift from one actor to another
is an axiomatic design of innate drive.
As the colors amalgamate in the limelight
on the visage of the virtual makeup,
the chromatic face morphs into a mirror,
reflects the illusory actuality in shades of gray
with the perplexing disposition of ambiguity.
The spasm of contrived perception splits the mirror,
the shards of shattered pretence
scatter as abandoned obscure debris.
Metamorphosis creates the absolute entity,
shaped by the distinct contours of black and white.
Unity of the Trinity in Christianity
The Triune Allah-Jesus-Mary concept of Islam
The Brahma-Vishnu-Shiva... one with the humanity
All amalgamate into sole wholeness and grand great charm...
Inner ethical fiber as a solid foundation
Extended rhythmic reality bonds with each being.
Incorporation, like butter with bread, truth collation
Accomplished with the self of one and the other freeing...
Physico-psychic-spiritual warmth, like gems, adorned
Socio-poltico-economic rules, like galaxies, set
Philosophic-theosophic-historic thoughts thronged
Inner equilibrium eases each and every threat...
The three-legged table, thus, does many meanings disburse.
This, in its integral form, is a unique universe...
I cannot imagine a world in formal uniforms,
Can I avoid the powerful love and passion of red?
Though the universe, for its movement, has its glassy norms,
Can it, The optimism and confidence of orange shed...?
Could one ignore the reason and logic of the yellow?
How great is the harmony, healing, and firmness of green!
Birds and beasts and bees and flies with crystal clear clean streams flow,
Doesn't trust, peace, and composure of the blue all around seen...?
Doesn't purple shine with imagination and spirit?
Don't the earth and heaven amalgamate in the rainbow?
No color, here on Earth, takes on itself any merit,
How gorgeously the rays of the sun and moon and stars glow...!
I adore you, dear colors; I find in you divine rays,
You're one through which the divinity manifests its ways...!!!
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