I seek the thunderclouds
on thunderous nights
when karma roars under sieving clouds
bolting within, driven by desires
the darkness of Brahman & vitality of Krishna
rumbling earthlings, throbbing arteries
blood rushes the heart
lightning striking limbs succumbing
my knees weaken,
streaked is a surrealist’s sky lit,
shamed shadows hide
tinkling rain droplets
quenching naked napes
given into those elements
evoking God's wrath,
judgement alive, awoken I’m gaining
invoking reality, unearthing its
primal pathways
This tide of evoking
Of its fear-chilled onrush
Eves, o'ertaken by.
Teared wreck am whereby.
That which blows, sun's last gasp
From out: regret; regret.
Met, prized as too late
True love. Its bright fate.
A life unto of ebb & flow
The Masters seated down below
Or high above
I cannot tell
Heaven may beholden hell
My heart cries out
but I think I died
It doesn’t pound that it did before
For where I am, I am not to sure
I did not bleed, I did not scorn
Where did this rath come forlorn
I thought I’d paved the way to free
Yet here I am, alone -
I cannot sea
Except a fair few off light that dwindles
I’m thwarted & it pains me so
To just feel pain and so much woe
I cannot sea
Am I on a boat, Am I on a yacht
These memories that not be forgot
I think I know what’s happening here
It is my turn to take the steer
I never wanted it this way
But now I’m steering all the way
Until the next one, next from me
Beholds from not is from the sea
That dwindling light, passage unclear
The ebb & flow is so near
It may be your time soon to come
That pounding heart that is now done
I cannot sea
Can you see?
I find no solace living in the past
Nor want to dwell for their companion's need
As most will drift away until the last
Except for those I want I'll intercede
Chronicles have chosen a path to guide
And not to place a shrine on passing ground
Nor shine a lamp on failures rarefied
But give form and substance to wisdom found
I need my back to always face the east
So my searching eyes can find the fullest day
Memory filled pages I read the least
They're only there to explain not to sway
To hold a painful moment ever close
To never free the past evokes pathos
5/12/17
They paused neath a tortured moon
whence delusions met ocean tides,
eliciting a volatile hurricane's vortex
masking intentions in the sand,
whilst escaping horizons surrender
under disillusionment of passion
in posthaste of sunlit warnings
hidden amidst clandestine shadows,
wherein night no longer shaded love
CONTEST 247 any form - Brian Strand
It was not easy to recall,
the love in truancy. Needs
extra gene. I would wake up in blue
darkness for an aubade.
The salt glitters when I
shut the mind.
In random wreckage,
the first glow before dawn,
sets you on fire. A star gazing
begins, buried in the flesh, only
the eyes protruding, incapable
to locate the moon.
A blank paper floats. You
were surfing on words. Not
yet to meet the inevitable. Not
the kiss of hurt. I am coming
to unfurl the opus, the
noble commitment of navel crossing.
Satish Verma
Mystical allure
The mist surrounds as a veil
Giving a charming
Touch of pure enchantment
Overlaying the senses
10-25-2015
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