we play a game
win or lose
either which ways
there is no reaction
victory and defeat
are as ordained
the skills possessed
relate to body-mind
which we are not
there is no one here
save pristine presence
free and unfettered
acting spontaneously
as of the the diktats
of vibrance of innocence
Categories:
diktats, innocence, peace, spiritual, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
each node a gateway
to an ethereal domain
wherein we may enter
that pristine presence
expands its auric field
it helps if we be aware
lest we slip into trance
that learning be rapid
ego instrumentalised
obeying diktats of soul
Categories:
diktats, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
attention fixated
in bliss magnetism
we tend to neglect
diktats of destiny
it’s not laziness
but a shift in focus
wherein nonchalance
renews soul’s vibrancy
boundaries blur
space and time dissolve
we sometimes resurface
to see what’s going on
life is but a play
yet if so called upon to act
we do go through the motions
playing the game with zeal
Categories:
diktats, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
Honest people say what is true
The iron law - true things prevail
And not the lies that often spew
From diktats which our rights curtail
Opinions and ideas abound
What are the signs of truth telltale?
Follow incentives - search around
What ideas will our freedoms derail?
Follow ideas to where they lead
Think of the results - in detail
Talk and discuss - think and read
Stand for freedom. Let truth prevail
Does an idea centralize power?
Central powers will always fail
Though dictators may gain the hour
In the end - true things prevail
Bitcoin keeps the ledger true
Decentralized - on worldwide scale
Better money for me and you
Come join and let the truth prevail
Categories:
diktats, appreciation, freedom, hope,
Form: Rhyme
facing mood swings
in either us or others
we simply recognise
diktats of hormones
or instincts unrefined
displaying their fangs
witness nonchalant
graces the nonevent
infusing soul’s peace
in the seeming storm
by centring presence
deep within our Self
01-May-2023
Categories:
diktats, how i feel, introspection,
Form: Free verse
from behind a window
that leads to my balcony
I observe the sunbird retire
to its beautiful and cozy nest
a gentle, elixirous breeze
seductive and enchanting
beseeches that I step outside
to admire a lustrous full moon
it’s a temptation I decline
for how can I be so callous
to cause a tremor in the heart
of my guest who’s about to sleep
such are the minor victories
of ethereal spirit over instinct
for which we may take no credit
as we follow diktats of the universe
23-March-2023
Categories:
diktats, love, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
Hammer high, hammer high
Dreams of love or war
Replicate and manipulate.
Metal. Metal.
Manufacture, mould, make do and mend
Build myself a crown.
Fracture and rot
Show me your broken bones.
Build it high
Spire, spitfire, situation tires
Into overspilling global landscapes
Of thrones put out to sea.
Nightmares are dreams in other words.
Build myself a crown
And relax from my hand
The hammer high and heavy sigh.
Europe burns the world.
You should relax yourself to
The fact that we like you
Show me your broken bones.
Playgrounds stretch out flat
Like paper or global diktats
Where upon one day in fact
We'll build a city
Build it high
Where we live upon and feast upon.
Build myself a crown.
Categories:
diktats, art, conflict, metaphor, war,
Form: Free verse
Our impulses does civilisation set out to control
Regulation rules.
Let slip society's commandments
And the feral runs riot.
Between the rational and the visceral
There is a constant struggle
Identified so starkly in The Heart Of Darkness
Where unmoored from the diktats of custom
Kurtz his moral compass loses.
This same lesson does Lord Of The Flies
Try to inculcate
And the horrors of tribalism
Does indicate
With sadistic cruelty
Buttressed by the strength of power
Today the internet with all its temptations
Anonymity,images of perversion
And the hubris of the individual
The shackles of constraint sunders
To drive the individual
To explore
The dark side of human nature.
It is a deeper belief
That within one must reside
A bulwark to throw up
Against the rising tide
To hold back
The wrecking waves
Imperilling
What the Good Lord set out to save.
Categories:
diktats, evil, god, religion,
Form: Free verse
i smile when i think of the river banks
where we crafted myriads of paper boats
out of unused sheets from our high school notes.
we would watch them float freely yet slowly
they drowned when they could no longer resist
the temptations of the blissful waters.
true. flirtatious wind of wild summers
could make us sway, dance or glide heedlessly
but only a while, cause like paper boats
we had to surrender to the diktats
of circumstances and of willful times.
Categories:
diktats, boat, high school, memory,
Form: Free verse