Best Ascetic Poems

I sit alone as evening claims the day,
with common crow my only confidant.
I watch the sun sink slowly in the bay
while musing life and love...

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so look at us, the princess and her fool
          this painted jester - just a silly...

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Humble heart naked like a winter tree,
yearns for seasons to remain evergreen.
Furtive eyes have disturbed this reverie,
soul stands still like nonchalant figurine. 

Walking away to...

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Humble this moment under skies of grey
Reading poems of furtive words wrote with you,
Contemplating where you are now this day
With an ascetic mind of times...

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The sun will rise,the sun will set,
no more love will life beget;
The day will break,the moon to rise,
no more love,as this life dies;
The Summer heat,or...

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With lies you tried to hide your furtive eyes~
but breadcrumbs left impressions you betrayed,
and finding out the truth behind your guise
did shatter loving life that...

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Love so shallow

I am, what I am, just a humble man
You are a star, seen only from afar
With furtive glances, I devised a plan
Your eyes...

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YET, HE DIED

We are here to mourn our friend,
Who led an ascetic life?
Shrewd, astute and virtuous as he was,
He died.

Upright as himself, second to none
His...

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The furtive temper of your quiet eyes
Was nonchalant with shrouded reasons kept
My love so humble from your death it cries
A poison pain drawn from life's...

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(An Addingham poem)

‘There!  Where every curve
injects another memory.’

Analytic beauty that
nestled in verdant valley
allows the mind to review,
where archaic dry-stone walls
enhance the ancestral ghosts,
impeccable trees,...

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A full moon you blush in the condensed sky
Riding the lone cloud I tried to reach you
Furtive desire couldn’t grow wings to fly
Silver lines formed...

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In the grey shadow of voiceless days,  
I, a dreamer laborer, a faceless specter,  
Under the silent vault that never opens its eyes,...

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Life is beautiful
Happiness is state of mind
Spiritual pursuit elevates soul 
Alexander too departed with empty hand

Happiness is state of mind
Emperors too faced gloom’s wrath
Alexander too...

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Moksha Karak 

So what is the individual result of Bavgt Venus. 
Is it fruit of thought from the sun?
Ascendant Ketu is the Vedic text that...

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“What are we ever going to use this for?” 
Students ask every single school day.
So sit back, grab a coffee, get comfortable, 
And all the...

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