A silent scream cannot be seen
Nor captured within our hearing
It lies inert somewhere between
Our normalcy and our fearing
A silent scream is colored green
When envious matters may strike
And one so preen becomes so mean
With quiet rage and hate alike
“Parambrahma causes creation, inert Nature (Prakriti), to emerge. From Aum (Pranava, the Word, the manifestation of the Omnipotent Force), come Kala, Time; Desa, Space; and Anu, the Atom (the vibratory structure of creation).”
~ extract from ‘The Holy Science’
The word Om being the cosmic vibration,
witnessed by time, sends ripples all across space,
as the will of God, cause of all creation,
orbiting heart in mode release and embrace,
which we so feel breath by breath as sensation,
recognising this gift of life as God’s grace.
Be this as it may, we must choose to transcend,
that to the unmanifest realm we ascend.
My husband is like a ripening pumpkin
Loves to lie down inert on the ground, most of the time.
Lack of exercises has made his belly bloat,
Like pumpkin, that now he looks a comic sight.
A pumpkin carved in shape with a light inside,
Serves as an adornment in Halloween season.
Though funny to view, he is beautiful inside,
With a light shining bright all through the seasons.
As the pumpkins are so versatile and can be put to use,
In making a number of dishes, both sweet and savory,
He has multi talents and adds so much of spice to my life,
That without him, I will be like a flat tyre with no spare!
My tears and ink mingle as one,
I write sadness from my grief and heart;
there is no stopping my words once begun,
'til my pen is empty and inert . . .
Inert was morning. Tired of the day Reality was overwhelming On bed, I wanna lay off
Dull was the night. Twinkling stars were off. Dark was good as right.
Looking for lights, I wanna turn off
No smile on face
No joy in case
Toxic was domain
Feeling it just, I wanna cut off
Frozen Memories now lost its value.
How may I melt it, couldn't find any clue.
Amused and confused, whether it was true !
That happenstance was not as usual,
but wonderful feeling , so special.
Budding youth to unfold pretty petals.
A nascent descent strange realisation
beyond reasonable explanation
igniting my pearly passive passion.
Pricking piercing penetrating amour
Dreamy desires soaring high in glamour
Emotive urge surging ignoring grammar.
All the memories are frozen in last phase.
Solely dull inert losing glow and glaze.
Rigid frigid, no impact now a days.
some words wound and some heal
some words seeping down, hearts steal.
some words hit hard, some deeply cut
some meant to praise, but some to insult.
some stay inert, dead on the lips.
some cement cracks, but some widen gaps.
some serve as balm to those who are broken.
some, to beautiful relationships, new doors open.
some words comfort, some are aimed to assault.
some, hit hard and pierce like a thunderbolt
God, help me utter words that uplift
use right words at the right time, a gift.
I know words have the power to heal n' hurt
to bring joy and tears alike in other’s heart.
Lord anoint my lips with grace to utter words sweet,
so that, in others, they would open inlets of delight.
The less important
Every TV channel
carries
the same news, it is as posted from a news
central Trump is good, is Putin bad
and no one asks about its verity
by some nice people who look sincere.
I'm overcome by angst
it starts from the inside going out
my skin is grey and pale and sweat drips on
my T. shirt.
I should know but I can`t find the source of
its conception, but I try something about
eyes and in them, I read, surprised by the oncoming
I saw him fall
heard the crack of a broken neck
Walking away, nothing I could do but
stepping over an inert body and into boisterous life
That feelings of mind and soul
That shining feel before happenings...
Measures everything like measuring scale..
As human feelings can hurt or make happy
Nature depending on that guy;
Still can't confirmed
That real feelings of one...
Necessity has come to know that
How are feelings made
Feelings like happy,sad, emotion, angry, attitude,thinkable, inert and overall....
Different feelings, always exists like that
But must be in one's inner heart..
Before happenings feelings the one
To show the path how to react..
Object is same but feels on that is always divergent and that's necessary too...
Otherwise been the same everything
Like faces differ, so the inner feel must too be--------
Perfect feeling make perfect era
Consuming everything in right mood..
So, feeling less means no emotion
That extra gift from God for everybody,
Make some personally weak or strong
That feel after getting new info.
Feelings the owner of own.
Bhayalina Baishya
In the maze of forsaken wasteland the tired traveler,
breathless, can’t respond to the summon of unseen caller,
stepping out silently at the fringe of the hazy horizon unclear.
In the twilight hours the distant bell tolls,
he can’t perceive where, but knows who calls,
waits deadened before the ebony curtain finally falls.
The candle has melted fast to the end mark,
the shredded shadows of the frozen feelings lurk
in the inert mind getting starkly petrified in the dark.
Glacial senses feel God’s aura in warmth bestowed,
as He paves within terminal quietude the benevolent road,
and walks providence alongside death to the heavenly abode.
The sound of warm footsteps destiny doesn’t miss,
as the soul is released from the clutch of unfeeling abyss
and fuses with the supreme in the embrace of eternal bliss.
Anything that is not right
See to it to end this year
Start with a good step to freedom
Work in abundance in the heart
Train your mind in the way for wisdom
Learn from instructions of Elders
Condition your body and start running
Let God be your guide and your rudder
Prepare your heart for the gospel of peace
Obey the instinct of the Bishop of your soul
Life is a long way lackadaisical journey
So many stop, curve, and a long dash energy
It takes easy alone running without baggage
It takes happiness carrying baggage with love
Freedom is slavery without hindrances in going
Victory awaits for those who love persistence
Your going has obstacles and stumbling blocks
Don't cower in fear, rather overcome hindrances
Life is like that, there are nights, there are days
The sweet things every sunrise, there is sunset
Be constant in your desire to accomplish things
Never end the day working nothing or idle
Life is measured in terms of achievement
For at end of the day, life so tiring but gay
When the body take its meal, inert lay to rest
Eyes close in the night not to forget to pray.
Hurt
Immersed within in us all lay such deep rooted hurt
A pain so profound, yet staying subconsciously inert
Be it physically or an emotionally charged event
How does this apply and what does it represent
Hurt can transform us, make our deepest fears multiply
Can abruptly change our life, all within a blink of an eye
Events compiling, wondering if you can bear all this strife
Leaving you unsure of what’s next in this chapter called life
Hurt can derive from an assailment on the body or of our minds
Manifesting into suffering, a life time of sorrow, pain of all kinds
Burying deep within your subconscious, hiding how you truly feel
Not allowing yourself to yield to pain so surmountable, so surreal
Hurt can be an excruciating experience within your whole body
Debilitating you wholeheartedly, within everything you embody
With all your good intentions, all your inner will you can exert
Seeking no more than a simple solution to ease all of your hurt
May grow in the desert
the inert body with buds of soul, but
no one, nobody really,
didn't smell his flowers and if
no one, nobody really,
did not see the tears
from the mother's eyes,
what is the point of glorifying
the flowers of paradise?
No one, nobody really,
don't answer when we ask
in a mother's prayer
let the truth come
from the lifeless body,
not even God?
The earth is barren
when flowers die
behind the children.
the object the subject has dreamed
moves within the dream realm so conjured
acquiring an ego, a temporary consciousness
to navigate the terrain where it has been so placed
being hypnotised by the environment
the dreamed object inevitably enters trance
forgetting its origin it then seeks to expand itself
instinctively pursuing ephemeral objects of heart’s desire
the entity by itself is merely inert dust
hemmed in by senses five and lower mind
so it remains in delusion, pausing not to inquire
the answer to the age old simple question: ‘who am I?’
recognising thus earth life as but a dream
wherein we’re both the dreamer and the dreamed
though we’re a receptor, we may yet tweak the dream
instantly by simply shifting into the vibrant void of silence
nonchalant to outcomes, ceasing to react
our nonjudgmental eye and free flowing spirit
navigates the labyrinth leaving behind no residue
by vaporising thus, ending the purpose of the dream
the paradox of enlightenment is clear
who gets illumined when there’s no one here
all that really happens is imagined boundaries blur
whereafter all that remains is the eternal living light of Self
Line of inquiry
" We look for that light eternal
that doesn't come and go
the screen upon which life plays
cognised in staid stillness slow."
Eternal light to enlighten
inert soul staying in deep sleep :
Hidden consciousness to brighten.
Awareness attempting to peep.
Life is displaying a canvas
to paint your art from birth to death
Sincere attention to focus
on purpose of life, at each breath.
' Who am I ?' , ' From where I have come ' ,
' Where to go ?' What happens at end ?
Silent soul remains cool and calm.
' What's after life ? Can't apprehend.
Where is the light that lights all lights
to wake up soul till in dormant state !
But darkness of ignorance fights
inquiring the ultimate fate..
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