With empty capacious containers
the living entities
arrive arrogant
and depart desolate,
in between turn into
greed slaves to snatch
the unearned fortune,
getting sucked spellbound
within abyss of temptation.
In the inferno of
corporeal passion temporal,
the frenetic flare
laced by luring lust
debases the fervent feeling
of platonic pining,
but in blooming love
it can sparkle sublime
with the patina of penchant.
The chase of mirage
in the deceptive ego desert
etches the fragile footprints
of delusive dominance
with sandstorm trajectory,
but the squall of strife
over the dune of dwindled life
subsides in the inner space
of latent love configured
in the conceded cauldron
of self-less surrender.
In the blazing realm
of connived conflict
sane senses of sobriety
turn into cinder,
flaming the fiber of prudence,
but the shower of sagacity,
spurting from love fountain
with divine flamboyance
douses the fire of disdain
and
with the allayed ashes
fabricates the framework
of cordially congruent
epitome of existence.
The luminous spectrum of the omnipresent light
envelopes my self-obsessed essence unperceived.
I devise the free-will precepts captivating the ego
within the confines of the conjured self-deception.
As I saunter on the slimy slush of cardinal sin,
the stigma of murky derision debases the self,
the soul is stifled by the secret corrupt clutch,
in penance I feel the pernicious pangs of pain.
I escape liberated from the dark abyss of anguish,
traverse through strata of solemn consciousness.
That’s when the door of the inner sanctum opens,
where the lotus blooms suffused with divine glow.
The sensual space within shines with stellar radiance,
and flashes with the flaring brilliance of billion suns.
On my self-searching odyssey at the edge of eternity,
the inner galaxy makes my soul the self-existent light.
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May 31, 2023
Contest : Self-Existent Light
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
I left this world behind,
that runs faster,
hoping to explore,
with wheels of sophistication.
I connected with the nature,
flying above the clouds,
to the place unknown
with wings of my imagination.
I glanced the flowers
dancing in glory, there,
and the birds singing,
with words of my admiration.
I came back to this world
that scatters the filth
and, debases the humanity
with act of its annihilation
a word is like a pod
laden with a load
of meanings, narrow and broad
which if is to explode
could bite bitter like bile
of a crocodile,
which goodies can curtail,
and even derail.
that vivacity can dilute,
misunderstandings, inflate.
it is chill, so cold,
so frosty, it freezes a flowing mood
a wicked discord
a bloodbath threshold.
yes, a word is like a sword
so sharp and vile, it ravages mighty hearts,
so cruel, it debases savory love.
it ruins.
a word can curse.
but a word is a reward
that heals broken mood
which meals hearts devoid
that kills the art of paranoid.
it is dripping dews of harmony.
a word can bless.
STOLEN STARS
THERE IS A NAKED GHOST WHO CHASES ME
SANS OF GARMENT WITH NO SIGN OF SILK
THERE IS A NAKED GHOST WHO DEBASES ME
AND A GHOUL IS THE GURU OF HER ILK
DAY AND NIGHT,HOUR BY HOUR
WHEREVER I LOOK, WHEREVER I TURN
I DEAL WITH A GHOST WHO WIELDS ALL THE POWER
AND LEFT WITH THE DEVIL TO DISCERN
MY HEART WAS MY HARBOR, HER SOUL MY GOAL
NOW SHE IS OMNIPRESENT, OMNIPOTENT AND STRONG
I STARE NOT AT THE STARS THIS SPIRIT STOLE
AND PUT THEM IN A PLACE WHEREIN THEY DO NOT BELONG
GAZE BEHIND ME AND NAKED STANDS SHE
WITH FLACID FLESH AND COLD DARK EYES
I PRAY THAT HER DEATH ARRIVE FLEETINGLY
BUT EVERYONE KNOWS A GHOST NEVER DIES
(C) 2011......Phreepoetree
Damn this isle of mine...
solitary awkwardness surrounds
stifles, and strangles, and estranges
deranges, debases, encases, entraps
...singing this song lonely crazy
Damn this isle of mine...
coast eroding on every side
an intense sunshine serves to blind...
surrounded by sea, yet cruelly dry
squinting eyes and palate dies
Damn this isle of mine...
Mind gone aimless wander
condemned goner
seeing life that flashed reckless past
and gone...tone deaf swan song
beats on with insensitive rhythm
Damn this isle of mine...
Ever lacking human amenities
conflicting identities murky and sly
my own private Hyde sleuths like private eyes
questioning my reason with childish perspective
this madman my sole companion
this isle will kill me before I die