we welcome dark fear forms
since their presence signals
that like dark spots on the moon
we too have in our aura a flaw
onto which delusion may anchor
were it not for pricks of thorns
would we not like the glitterati
languish intoxicated by scents
numbing sentience of our soul
frittering away the gift of life
No different from an earthworm,
in our own way, we likewise squirm,
day after day, engaged in strife,
frittering away gift of life,
for what we pursue is fleeting,
yet heart’s desire keeps on bleating,
shifting from object to object,
until from this game we eject
our attention, looking inward,
rejecting cravings untoward,
poised in the void, tranquil and still,
surrendered fully to God’s will,
which entails vibrant nonchalance,
love aligned, head-heart in balance,
imbibing thus, the bliss current,
by being here and now present.
03-September-2022
*Reassured*
Amidst the glitzy party, I wallow in suffocation,
Secluded in the bathroom – my apt accommodation.
Trapped within the hollow walls, I weep aloud,
Brutally slapping myself until my brain clouds.
My nerves throttling, I strangle myself,
Sourly oblivious to my true self.
I want to end this relentless agony,
And glide blissfully into eternal serenity.
Thrashed and unraveling, I am not a coward,
Frittering away is my will to carry forward.
My body completely bashed by bruises,
Depleted, I mumble self-loathing abuses.
Wearily battling my inner turmoil,
A stream of defeats left my rope coiled.
My roommate recognized my detrimental behaviour,
With one considerate gesture, she became my saviour.
Her empathy liberated me from the mental anguish endured,
By seeing my worth, my value was reassured.
My roommate’s understanding blessed my life,
Grateful to her for helping me battle my unyielding internal strife.
The Ferris wheel rotates, altering views,
each moment in time having appeal
for the knower, who has so seen,
thus frolicking in delight,
at the cyclic movement,
leaving for others
to colour life
by free will
choosing
joy
~
in
this play
we yet see
frowning faces
and fearful glances,
of contracted soul forms,
entrapped in past or future,
akin to a dead man walking,
frittering away the gift of life,
employing their own free will, to do so.
12-February-2021
We
see here,
in our midst,
furtive glances,
borne of our desire,
mirrored by egoic fear,
wishing to but not knowing
how to ensure its fulfilment,
oblivious to joy here and now,
frittering away gift of life divine.
Uncaring of outcomes, we become free,
as we gently embrace-hold-release
with nonchalant ease as the breeze,
sipping the nectar in joy,
feeling always complete,
with bliss throb replete,
alive, aglow,
exuding
divine
love.
07-January-2021
The lament of an evil man on the eve of death:
“It is twilight in paradise
And the end of my idle life
Of lavish pleasure is nigh.
My dreams benighted,
Crumbling before my eyes,
I sorely regret frittering away
Those calm prosperous days
Of youth, wealth and peace
On plunder and wicked deeds,
Wrathful violence and conspiracies,
On fraud, libel and charlatanry,
And slender courtesans who steal
Lascivious glances and feelings.
Now I stand before the abyss,
Old, withered and ready to slip
From my blissful mortal coil,
And into the infernal boiling oil.
Alas! I now rue my failure to do
Even a single upright deed!”
Poem released into Public Domain
First published on my blog (with image):
https://purelandsutras.wordpress.com/2016/10/17/memento-mori-twilight-in-paradise/
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