In the mist of the journey’s penultimate mile,
at the edge of the fading fulcrum of future obscure,
at the door-step of dusk the sunset swansong resonates
for the forlorn essence silhouetted in confounding stillness.
As the twilight time is tinged by the spent sun,
sinking within the strata of the discontent dust,
with the cornucopia of the longing life unlived,
the Rubicon is reached walking the last mile.
The defining moments at the unsupervised stop sign,
design the innate paradigm of emotional epitome.
Awareness assures that the die is not yet cast,
crossing the conscience line would defy self-actualization.
The inner torment driving to self-destruction,
or the enticement of the forbidden fruit,
the sinful exploits activated by the transgression of
the decree of the unseen law maker, the absolute.
Stopping at the sign stimulates the spiritual sensitivity,
ameliorates the pain of existential predicament profound,
saves the psyche from the clasp of soul’s dark night,
unfurling within uncertainty mayhem the divine leitmotif.
Categories:
ameliorates, life, sin, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
Everywhere exists the poetry,
In all the bits of vast universe,
Some words not considered,
And enigma not revealed.
Thrives in the heartbeats,
Rhythm ameliorates the soul,
Bestows an exemplary life,
Purpose of what one endures.
Mesmerizing shiny reflection,
Of the alluring celestial sky,
Imprinted on the calm water,
One composes, one speculates.
The subsistence of the petals,
When detached, they wither,
Analogous to a written piece
And distinction it conveys.
Categories:
ameliorates, poetry, poets, words, writing,
Form: Free verse
We sit together,
For hours in lonely land;
Sit silently side by side,
With no word from mouth,
Yet don't know why we smile;
Face and eyes gesture,
Communicating signs;
Thy girlish eyes,
In gesture gives a look,
penetrates straight into my heart;
Happens something and something,
Then flows back to thou;
Though can't hear,
Can't even see,
Yet can read thy mind;
Close rapport between us,
Built telepathy silently overtime;
The depth of signals,
Communicate together,
With no sound from mouth;
The soul too takes a note,
Makes its emotive move;
My injury and thou cry in pain,
No- no its not love,
A phenomenal spiritual ardour,
Travels between our souls;
Wave length flows,
With no trace in breeze;
The body signals,
Before the mouth opens lips;
Closeness ameliorates ambiance,
Gives retouch finishing to ties:
Don’t need to speak,
Yet we read each other’s mind;
© sadashivan nair
Categories:
ameliorates, beauty, boyfriend, i love
Form: Prose Poetry
A magic elixir for the heart,
belly laughs are like Nature's high-five.
For once the titters and snickers start,
humor keeps dreams and wishes alive.
A contagious, outrageous feeling,
laughter begins with grunts and hisses.
And then, ameliorates dealing,
like a bouquet of hugs and kisses.
It's a panacea for the blues
as the chortles and chuckles snort out.
And a must for folks with a short fuse,
releasing tensions with every bout.
Tickling your funny bone sets the mood,
but once you start, it's, stopping that's hard.
For, giggles aren't easily subdued;
and laughter oft catches you off guard.
Categories:
ameliorates, cheer up, giggle, happiness,
Form: Quatrain