There's an ability
Might be rare but allegeds stability
The curse of thinking
Usually pretty usefull
Comes in handy
And keeps the situation cool
The dark side do exist
As it forces to over-analyze
Compels one to always think
And makes many situations, realize
Forces one to overthink
Perhaps the biggest drawback
As well as some boon to bear
If the analysis delays the setback
Changes your view
By which you see others
If they fail to observe
You'll disgust them forever
Prevents cringe habits
And avoid those having them
Many might climb on you
Like you're some kind of stem
It gives you some morals
And apathize sympathy
Those who seek it exist
And when you don't, they envy
The curse of thinking
It is as it is
Can't change its nature
And have to bear as it is
flowers bloom
the noon sun brightens
their petals
Found another man whose name also translates into moon.
I long to be a part of his own spiritual boon.
I hope that he will want to have a date night with me again soon.
Me moaning, misfortune you gave,
But think, what a big boon you gave.
On my forehead you wrote great ruin,
And feel, immense fortune you gave.
Melodious scores to all too soon,
To me, not but harsh tune you gave.
To all, silver of a full moon,
To me, nights of new moon you gave.
A caterpillar in cocoon,
T’me, no butterfly boon you gave.
Yet, made me from sorrows immune,
And a crown of sand dune you gave.
Dark nights made me a man of noon,
Thanks, sunlight of hot June you gave.
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Ghazal |08.11.2024| boon, fortune, butterfly, moon
Poet’s note: Ask anyone. No one would say he has been fortunate to get what he deserved. Man by nature grumbles, no matter what. This ghazal seems to play the same tune, but not quite. He still sees reasons enough to feel grateful.
We write in metaphors about cool heat,
brought about when polarities entwine,
boundless rapture that has our heart upbeat,
rekindling the flame that makes us divine.
Nectar drips through our energy pathways,
as boon of the moon, gentling the sun’s fire,
manifesting within all rainbow rays,
notwithstanding our wayward ego’s ire.
From root to crown, in a bliss stream we drown,
as imagined boundaries disappear
and though there really is no countdown,
in timeless time light of God does draw near.
Shower of magnetism in-pours by grace,
as steps toward God we slowly retrace.
You have been good, day night or noon,
I feel glad to give you a boon—
God asked the Eden Garden man.
Thanks, but I’ve Earth and Sun and Moon,
Given have ye best of boons too—
Heart and head and helpful hands two,
It’s more than enough already,
What would I with thy fourth boon do?
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Epigram |07.04.2024|
Poet’s note: Long ere, God once asked man to ask for a boon. This was before man had bitten the fruit of temptation in Eden Garden. Ever so happily content that he was, this is what he says.
spiritual gem
esteem others as better ...
humility's boon
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spiritual gem: Philippians 2:3
Tamper with her phone, primary income
Sugar site no longer accessible
Selfish intentions drove his decision
Turned to last resort substitute, Bumble
Rapid response, invite to restaurant
Simply served as practice and a nice meal
Revelations compiling impressed her
Chivalrous, frequently announced fond feel
Presented online as a mere sales rep
Below standard for her high status aim
Her lease nearly up, he drove move in step
Surreptitious inventor, numbers game
She didn't suspect his sweetness supreme
Relished via Phil's evil intervene
29th March
Unscrupled Meddler
Turned my trajectory in June 2022
I miss you whenever I hear your name.
I miss you whenever I feel lame.
Can't fight this feeling, missing you so often
Sometimes alone in the rain,
or sweating a lot as the sun dries my skin to soften
Remember whenever we go to the church,
and walk up the long steps towards the church door?
We count every step we make,
we laugh everytime we slip and break.
We never tire going up and down the step laps
not bothered by any weather or seasonal gaps
Don't make me cry or wait for so long.
You know in your arms is where I belong.
You promised me you'll be back very soon
Together we celebrate life as a boon
O-Moon- You are so cool
What is your golden rule?
Is magical your fine tool?
How cool rays you pool?
When you are grown full
You look really beautiful
You make mood wonderful
I am to you very thankful
You wane and then finely grow
Your pace is steady but slow
You make us happy you know
What a display you finally show!
You create lovely flower
And are damn hot never
We will be loving you ever
You make glad night hour
You exhibit golden shine
Your look is indeed Divine
You hold a coldness-mine
Watching you joy is mine
You play with the sea
With great joy and glee
To you my humble plea
Is to teach me to be jolly
You make the night grand
World turns a Heavenly land
Mainly due to your cool hand
We watch from the beach sand.
power to create
desired and so was granted
birthing Frankenstein
16-January-2022
White swan pair in majestic quietude
Gliding on lake waters in contentment
Engrossed in togetherness solitude
Are joyous in their native element
At end of days, musing on gift of life
The power of reason, once boon now bane
We dwell in dark dungeons, given to strife
Deludedly measuring loss and gain
Fleeting is life, yet we are blind to light
God essence; our divinity within
Counsel of conscience steers us to path right
Enslaved by desire, we indulge in sin
Take back, dear God, power of our free will
We will be still, as voids within You fill
12-November-2021
surrender of thought
the tranquil stillness
enlivened by bliss
annihilates will
making us incomplete
until the currents
purr on uninterrupted
through day and night
no one remains
and yet we are
24-September-2021
we are content, till we compare
to be out-staged, we cannot bear
Gods one light within, for each same
ego spawned thought, is sense of shame
sing and dance, with nary a care
17-July-2021
ego unwise
does apprise love
bliss highs elude
02-June-2021
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