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“The fervent garden grieves as the frail flowers called love
enwrap the shards of broken heart” – Quote by poet
The rhapsody of rainbow morphs into morose mélange,
bleeding colors bleached from the twilight zone clouds
that rainstorm daubs as blemish on dilapidated essence
when the shades of grey paint the frayed linen of love.
The requiem of roses resonates in melancholic medley,
the petals pine for dripping tear drops of mourning dew,
desiccating in somber sunshine in the deserted mind,
while the fallen flowers make frail bouquet of passion.
Cacophony encapsulated in the cauldron of mute melody,
chaotic symphony dismantles on the discord waves of desire.
Strained smiles sneer the scarred scenario of the senile life,
music turns to convoluted noise echoed by the battered soul.
As you drift away blowing a devastating storm of apathy,
my fervor is fragmented to lie in the debris of ecstasy.
The lattice of life seen through the languid cynic lens
magnifies into the crooked contortion of decrepit heart.
Autumn unreeled
Forests shaken hollow
settling
like shipwrecked beauty
Tree masts of moss
Colourful mobs of decay
unspooling
Last strands of conceit
Rag tag laurels
capsized
casual drift of sacrifice
Diced leaves of October,
change
that drains potency
Resplendent wreckage
An unraveling season
faint
in slim, silvered light
Outcomes unavoidable
with fertility plundered
Gold leaf patches
fallen
treasures washed overboard
a trail of flotsam
in the lost ego of summer
Ragged contortion
in sea-water cold
in a quiet that marks
transition
Poem composed: Spring 2020
(Revised September 29th, 2022)
I AM as I AM, free & formless in a domain timeless
In, as & one with & within the sea of Oneness
Dissolved and yet in as ordained, distinct
Pure love awareness in a boundaryless precinct
In, within and in yet as by Oneness ordained
The beingness of love seeking outpouring, now contained
Choicelessly choosing to view Its reflection
In the mirror of duality without any distortion
As so chosen, so began, love benign-ability
Polarity in singularity
Creating sensory movement in duality
Spherical vision confined to timeline linearity
The love absolute
Choicelessly resolute
Now within a living body of perfection
Matter manifest as divine vibration
The pure love outpouring
Within body of lower vibration anchoring
Prismatic refraction of ephemerality bemusing
Anchors of grossness to the vehicle of form alluring
Love then, looking at its reflection
Within in-form consciousness, seeing a contortion
Observes that the transient life of the vehicle of imagination
Within duality, is oblivious of its own divinic origin
Linear time then slowly turns
Hypnotically, inexorably churns
The wheel of illusion
Trapping consciousness in mayic delusion
Love being love, yet outpours its nectar
Dispersing magnetically across all vectors
But duality being the zone so choicelessly chosen
The same free will of consciousness keeps its ascension frozen
Yet love being one and consciousness being porous
In timeless time nodes within form, all being love, sing in chorus
Engage in a rhythmic dance synchronous in timeless being-ness
As of resonation to the vibration of the That Oneness
In, within, in-form & formless stillness
Ghoulish shadow
macabre evening
eerie footfall
metamorphosis
hourglass swallows
collage
roseate rubicund
orange citrus
gold simoleon
tincture berserk
hover
wolfram wainscot
symmetry saturated
pigment pabulum
conspirator
mercurial monkeyshine
amorphous antics
sphinxlike skulk
amid clandestine
nocturnal nascent
twilight threshold
of
opaque canopy
weird whisper
jaded jabberwocky
jitters
flamboyant fairy
figurine
butterfly bounce
damp dimension
perfunctory paradigm
perilous
die-stamp subterfuge
teether
hazardous lingering
ointment fly
foggy flit
dusted
dousing soiled
signage
terse augury
of
alarm bell
behemoth boom
sanitised steel
enwreathes
aghast alien
caper squall
of
invisible inchoate
mordant malarky
furtive squeak
from
rusty dribble
faucet leak
smothered feline
whine
hair-raising hunch
blackened envelope
contortion
brume brickyards
death discotheque
devilish divas
funnel “fun”dament
whilst
trumpet blasting
trenchant tessitura
abrasive tin’s
gusty shrill
rasp ricochet
beneath
moon mirror
roquefort cheese
projects
apparitional squint
ominous omnibus
edition
obfuscate oddment
omniscience onomatopoeia
eldritch
rainbow rhapsody
morphs momentarily
into
morose mélange
of
shredded exuberance
bleeding colors
from
chromatic clouds
of
twilight zone
embroidered ephemerally
by
sunset spectrum
permeates profoundly
as
ingrained insignia
of
cobalt lattice
of
broken heart
painting blue
love linen
f r a y e d....
receding requiem
of
remote roses
resonates melody
in
tragic concerto
of
melancholic medley
as
petals wilt
with
forlorn feelings
while
dripping teardrops
of
mourning dew
on
floral luster
fading
desiccates desolate
in
somber sunshine
of
marooned mind
flagging flowers
make motif
of
withered wreath
for
decedent passion
o b s c u r e....
convergent cacophony
accrues dissonance
relentless
in
entropy cauldron
of
disharmonic music
as
snarled symphony
of
dismantled tune
incoherent
on
refrain ripples
discordant
configured contorted
in
strained smile
sneers sense
inane
of
lonely life
where
sanguinity songs
transform deplorably
into
nonsensical noise
echoed errantly
by
reflective soul
a r c a n e....
life’s leitmotif
listless
seen skeptically
through
cynic lens
indolent
of
distorted essence
magnifies manifold
into
crooked contortion
of
convoluted consciousness
a b e r r a n t....
he paused
pushing himself on the soft leather
shaped by his years
-Happy
his eyes beaming
below the arced trellises of his greyed out eyebrows
Dion rested at his grandfathers feet
His face in a contortion of bewilderment
-No, I mean as a job
The old man grasped a freshly iced can of
some sugar filled gloop
and poured it between them both
He gave a chuckle
disguising it as a cough
as the child held the glasses together to better measure the gloop
before placing one in his grandfathers hand
The giant princes and 7 people doesn’t have the same ring
-Okay what about Grumpy
pulling a fake gurn to his face
the tickle of his beard causing him to sneeze to easily
Dion yawned his grandfather wiping the sleep peadrops from his eye
Bashfully I must leave
but my grate NESS
Is documented
I have mirrored the whole of my life
On this mercurial surface
I have painted myself on this glossy canvas
My pen has bled words in red
You can look straight into me
As you see my reflection on a mirror
I have sketched me as I am
Honest and truthful,
Sans distortion or contortion
I don’t want to be a sham
Here have I laid bare my life
Fraught with aches, dotted with smiles
My longings and my heart aches
My expectations, my disappointments
My triumphs, my defeats
My search through every nook n’ cranny for success
My plunge into the nadir of despair on defeat
My moments of escalating joy
My dark hours of crippling distress
Everything I wanted to be
Everything I failed to be
Please have a peek into my porous heart
Assess this candid chronicle of my life
And tell me if my soul is black or white
Sometimes I feel I am a life boat without oars
Floating aimless hither and tither
But I see light houses of joy in between
To pilot my way over shoals and breakers!
May. 5.2022
Placed Third
In the Mirror of Life Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Coruscating gravitas
imbibed algebraic
cerebral tranches
to spark
alacrity defiant
material manducation
deployed tangibly
phlegmatic
whilst
begetting manifest
miraculous meteoric
innovative impulses
when
penetrating bailiwicks
of tongue-contortion
cerebrum
eidetic retention
straddling juncture’s
poised gateway
as
baton weaving
catalyst triumphant
for
pumped ensemble
virtuoso visionaries
who
taproot trajectories
cocoon emerging
brainchild unfettered
obsessing
magazine mandarins
artistic
archetypal Monet
lavish lavender
lily pond
with
balsamic brushstrokes
galvanising
similar maven
budding Einsteins
blazing trails
of
original contrivance
boosting beneficial
health domain
of
wellspring weal
integrating impactful
slants
gearshift gargantuan
narcissistic nadir
repetitive
regurgitations rampant
abjured by
polymath prodigious
whose
appalachian peak
of antecedents
an avalanche
tintinnabulation
enunciated showpiece
heralds harvesting
gilt-edged prodigy
in fields
belletrist
nimble-fingered
experiential
Galvanised Atmospheric Innovation
Urban atmospheric galvanised creatures
Turbans that are stratospheric turning into teachers
Burdens that are esoteric and one of my personality features
Certainty that is generic as you’re hiding from the preacher
Stacks of written words surrounding me like an army of white confessions
Hacks that have been heard among pleas reaching for heaven
The exact and the absurd combine to form an episode of regression
Detract from the conserved and you’ll find a place in the recession
Renegade observers of the globalised extortion
Serenade reserves of the nobalised contortions
Parade of preservers combine to culminate a fortune
Charade of community creates a new social contortion
Wondering through terrain reserved for someone more emotionally robust
Pondering on ethics, integrity, morals, hope and trust
Sundering onward without knowing that your dependent on the physical laws of thrust
Plundering the earth with greed, deception, fame and lust
Multi dimensional landscapes that defy 6D comprehension
Conventional borders that correlate around the suppressed retention
Intentional reasons to confiscate the technology from the children
Presentational permeation that deny the attempts at prevention
Recollection brings a firm debate of colourised convention
Predilection for one to consummate the end of their detention
Introspection sometimes obfuscates the clarity of invention
While circumspection can just eviscerate the purity of one’s intentions
The End
White rope of sunlight
Tethered through my chest
Shot clean through to my spine.
Gordion knotted to my backbone.
I can feel the knuckles of it
Between my shoulder blades.
Pinching rope with a yawn.
No contortion reaches the lonely
Mark, the treasure on a map.
I have never begged for the sword,
I never imagined needing it.
My wrists are too weak,
Sinew is salt, muscle manicled.
Sometimes, as if in a dream
The rope slackens as sunlight
Slips beneath the sleep crusted
eyelid of dusk. Dust on the
windowsill dances—-Celebrating.
Is it for me? A reverie? Or
The potential, praise for one more day
Unswept, unkempt, a knot of effort
Unmassaged can swell to blackness.