Best Transiently Poems

Knowing of evil and doing evil are two different things                                   ...

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Climbers and bushes are like sentinels that guard our terrains,
Waterfalls and paths, cascade like snakes gliding on the mountains, 
Our indigenous mansion lounges like a penthouse on the hill,
Amidst echoing rocks, mumbling winds, which chime with a mellow mill.
Chirpy whistles, gaiety gurgles and tuneful tender...

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“The rays of setting sun design the unframed dreams 
in life’s kaleidoscopic snapshot.” – by Poet


The revolving wheel of the ceaseless time 
rotates the contrived kaleidoscope of life, 
the riveting patterns change persistently 
in the mélange of motif enmeshing the mind.

The chameleon colors transform transiently
the...

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“Love wishes to perpetuate itself. 
Love wishes for immortality”. -  Mortimer Adler


I feel my soul is carried away by the tide of time
from my being transiently rooted in the present
to the distant desolate island  
where I was once, but left it forever.
That’s the...

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Dream is a thing flowing thoughts meander to make,
but a thing made is also destined to break.
If rupturing of dream is like splitting
the silence of the dark dungeon of mind,
the vibration of destruction would create 
seismic waves of turmoil in the suppressed soul
that demolish the...

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Quasi Mote - Oh Ephemeral Transit Across Proto Zones!

Strictly speculation from this mind,
who contemplates stripped down version
bajillion eons ago
cosmic bit sized dots
pinwheeled thru spatial void

repulsed and/or attracted
colluding (putin on the Ritz)
infinitesimal show stopper
devoid of prior rehearsal
since previous cosmic contraction

absent remembrance
tabula rasa, viz consciousness
if rebooted, reincarnated,
repurposed,...

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Living happy and content
is to celebrate the lilt of life
a treasure gifted by God.

We join the celebration happily
with gifts wrapped nicely
in flashy wrappers designed to capture
the eyes and to enrobe crafted pieces
of our unclad hearts we like to gift.

Gifts mutely laced with unsaid words
of secret...

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Miraji translations into modern English



I'm obsessed with this thought:
does God possess mercy?
—Miraji, translation by Michael R. Burch



Come, see this dance, the immaculate dance of the devadasi!
—Miraji, translation by Michael R. Burch



Excerpts from “Going, Going ...”
by Miraji
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Each unfolding vista,
each companion’s kindnesses,
every...

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Craving for rats awhile 
grippingly standing, leaded by the stomach; 
Barks the hen over the Eagle’s tragedy 
lands the hit on the mountain beak 
sneaking the eye on shadows awhile; 
Heading for the shadowy stones, 
the Bald Eagle stuns the Hen awhile! 
 
Captain hen...

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For a while now,
I thought I feel no longer.
Transiently this gravity etiolated,
But you, like Optimus Prime
came to my rescue.

Like magnetic flux you appeared,
And lured me into your field.
Now I am lost in your radar,
You give my heart a real beat.

I am Spellbinded.
In my head a...

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Listlessly marooned 
last mile
fading fast
in obscurity 
beyond 
the tapestry of twilight 
the ambiguous path 
seeking definition 
in configured 
mystique metaphor
engraved within 
penumbra of panorama 
out my kaleidoscopic 
winsome window 
the mirror of mirage
on the world 
fervent framework.

Montage momentary
of esoteric exuberance
the euphoric lattice 
weaved engagingly 
by...

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Our way of looking at people traverses
The complex multi-layered perception
Manifested in the myriad motifs
We design for the animated images.

The superficial visual discernment
Transforms transiently into deep sensitivity
Takes symbolic shapes on the mental screen
Our focused inner sight desires to see in people.

The external attributes of appearance per...

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The uphill climb, 
rigorously relentless
with ambling ambitions 
and schematic stratagem,
blueprinted blatantly
on the blank 
parchment of mind,
sketched skillfully
with chameleon color shift,
transiently transfixed.
The gripping gravity 
of transcendental time
of the loaded past
pulls back incessantly
the present instants,
fastens in retrospect
the incoherent network
of faltering footsteps
at the refurbished root
of existential essence.

The intent...

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The revolving wheel of the ceaseless time 
rotates the contrived kaleidoscope of life, 
the riveting patterns change persistently 
in the mélange of motif within the mind.

The chameleon colors transform transiently
the visage of mind’s topographic tapestry 
into ashen canvas of burnt barrenness,
or into painted exuberance of...

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When the starless nights are bleakly opaque, 
and the sunless days desolately misty, 
to steer the astray life across ambiguity maze 
in the miasma of misery isn’t easy. 
When the garden of flowers turn fawn, 
and the pasture grass russet,
the secret tears fill the sea...

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