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Sphere of love
love as form stretches into visions everywhere,
when culminate to the love of formless sphere.
The world is the dreamers rainbow for sure,
miracles happen when you don’t need them anymore.
Space is born and may esteem to might,
Lovers have the honor to take that form to light.
Concealed in subtle desires and blind,
all reasons have a time and place to find.
Undeniable wondrous mind,
ageless images reawaken more or less as magic kind.
That formless space for all to face,
internal youth by itself to embrace.
How dare to venture,
when that space will enter.
Memories from similar spheres and circumstance,
threshold and doors of happenstance.
Created by generous nature to become aware,
divine synchronicity is taken care.
Patterns, changes with no name,
disguised, transformed and yet the same.
Timeless spheres explore the mysteries of evermore,
enchanted light shines through that door.
Luminous flame in dept of dreams,
that can divert all thoughts it seems.
The poet by the window is quiet amused,
observing eyes still confused.
Form, matter, time and place did join,
the love sanctuary as realm combine.
Embracing sphere no miracle at all to see,
when souls senses that sacred temper to be free.
The sensuous act is the muse of revelation,
when lights in melodic ecstasy are the sensation.
Take me to the land of crystal rivers,
that glitter like a mirror for the gods.
Take me to the height for altruistic lords,
revered by the oppressed for being givers.
I dream of a world drowned in abundance
of joy infinite at its renaissance.
Where the warm rays of the tropical sun
soothe the pains of a bleeding wound by day.
Where nature entertains with so much fun,
like a funfair in the sweet month of may.
I smell the pleasant scent of flowers gay
pervading the plains of awe and wonder.
Where colourful fruits in season render
sweetness and nourishment at my behest.
Where the sun's showers of warmth dry each tear,
bringing to extinction, a world of fear
in this magnificent haven of rest.
I see a paradise for virgins fair,
devoid of blemish with their silky hair.
I see breath taking mountains clad in green,
where romantic love birds would find serene.
I see this world of beauty at its peak,
which all dreamers would relentlessly seek,
coming closer now to my possession
than any dream or imagination.
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Form:
In a forgotten corner of the world, where silences stretch like a carpet of mist,
My thoughts wander among the ruins of lives scattered by the wind,
Reminding me that wisdom and madness dance hand in hand,
Like two shadows merging under the pale light of an eternal sunset.
In the silence of an endless night, I contemplate the broken destinies,
A silent song of those who fell prey to their inner storms,
For only when ruin touches our own being do we truly understand,
For only then do we see clearly that the lost ones are our unknown brothers.
In the shadow of an existence unraveling like an old canvas,
I realize that the drunkards, the mad, the prisoners, and the dreamers are part of us,
People who wear invisible scars like medals of destiny,
They are as commonplace as a rainbow arching after a storm.
Memories intertwine like threads of silk in the wind of time,
And I understand that every ruined life is a story worth hearing,
For in their fragility, we find the reflection of our own searches,
And in the fragility of a shattered dream, we find the strength to be reborn.
Silicon city
That pulsates,
Both day and night,
The Tech Capital
And the sky, veiled
With urban haze
And dense, sprawling cityscape.
Grey city of its
Gridlocked roads
Surrounded by
Towering skyscrapers
Inspiring
The coder
And the entrepreneur.
Glass city
Of its
Modern offices
And its apartments
Compact and sleek,
New and bold,
A striking, sure testament
Of the presence
Of the FUTURE.
Neon and chrome city
To reinvent
The bustling rhythm
Of its progress
And yet retains
Echoes of the past.
City of early mornings
When the techie
Leaves his flat
And in the busy metro
Taps his laptop
The commuter,
Eyes on screens,
In air-conditioned cars,
Mimics and rushes
To connect
With the world
That fuels their DREAMS
As a true Bengalurean.
City of endless startups
That illuminates the path
Of the innovator
And the visionary
Who disrupts
Tradition,
Complacency,
And long
Established norms.
Green-grey city
A mixture and contrast
That modernises,
Reshapes the landscape
Of time accelerating
That unleashes
And propels,
Surges swiftly
Unstoppable
And holds in
The tech parks,
By the malls
And facing the
Global IT hub
These dreamers
With cutting-edge ideas
Sitting at the edge
Of this vast
Transforming metropolis,
Creating
The digital future
That captivates and challenges.
City of diversity
Of heaped-up talents
With global backgrounds
Who meet online,
Collaborate,
Innovate,
Connect, Expand.
Disrupt,
Complement,
Enrich,
Express themselves,
Coming just
From every corner
Of India and the world
To the heart
Of Bengaluru
And the epicentre
Of South India's
Tech revolution.
And nostalgic old-timers?
The ambitious Newcomers?
All together
They coexist
And merge
Their traditions and
Their aspirations
In progress
And innovation
But New Bengaluru
Carves out for itself, indeed,
The future's share.
A dynamic and complex present
Whose energy
Excites and overwhelms
Leaving digital footprints
In cyberspace
And experiences
Virtual,
And actual,
Fast-paced
And relentless.
Overwhelmed by life's burdens
that bring on an unexpected crisis?
Breathe and touch reality
when all your roads are shot,
hope for change and don't lose heart;
not all of us have been there and felt rage,
known urge and sought out empathy
from friends who had courage
to lift the curtain which hid ingenuity
and consider every possibility.
Why have we been caught up in such utter state of misery,
given up on happiness by allowing demise?
Some of us blame their misfortunes on destiny....
but what's destiny? A succession of events that change life?
The real cause of failure is ignore prognostication,
and not be willing to take up challenges with determination!
Achievers always think positive, they breathe and touch reality
by relying on intuition to prevent a financial meltdown;
life-long dreamers act on another level of mentality:
which one will suit you better to achieve your potential and win?
linger not by the lagoon
where languid legends lie
lost within the labyrinths
of lonely hearts
long laments whispered
atop lofty ladders in lieu
of loyalties mistaken
for lust in moonlight
let us listen you and i
to lazy lush perfumes
borne of lavish lavender
while languishing in longing
let us scribble our letters
both with leaf and quill
laden with levity and love
without one word of a lie
let us unleash the leagues
of lethargic dreamers so we may
levitate leisurely in the largess
of the language of love
Read on air by invitation ~ January 23, 2022 'POETS HARBOUR'
AP: 2nd place 2022
Submitted on January 16, 2022 for contest A STRAND (1053) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
We come from realms beyond your sight,
A council bound by cosmic law,
To warn you now of endless night,
Should mankind fail to mend its flaw.
The stars have watched your rise and fall,
Your greed that turns to molten pain,
You spill the blood of one and all,
And mock the world with your disdain.
Each tree you fell, each sea you choke,
Each creature culled by thoughtless hand,
Each sacred bond of trust you broke,
Has written doom upon your land.
We speak as one, five voices clear,
Ancient stewards of the stars,
Our judgment holds no hate or fear,
But justice born of countless scars.
You mine the Earth until she weeps,
You scorch the skies with flames of war,
You harvest souls like herded sheep,
Yet hunger evermore for more.
Your towers rise, your empires sprawl,
Yet nothing lives where shadows tread.
You claim the heavens, stake it all,
And leave your mother planet dead.
Do you not see the seeds you sow?
The fractured hearts, the poisoned streams?
A path of ruin lies below,
And silenced are the dreamers' dreams.
Know this, O Earth, the time draws near,
Your actions write a final page.
A fate of ash, of pain, of fear,
Shall greet the end of humankind's age.
But mercy lingers, faint but true,
If you would cast aside your sin.
The choice remains with all of you:
To rise anew or fall within.
Destroy the greed that blinds your hearts,
Embrace the life that yet remains,
Undo the wrongs, make humble starts,
And cleanse your soil of blood-stained chains.
We are the Council, Five and wise,
Guardians of the cosmic tide.
Heed our words, or meet demise,
For time is not on mankind’s side.
Choose now, before the dawn has fled,
Before your world is claimed and torn.
For if you do not wake the dead,
The stars will mourn what Earth has borne.
(8/26/12)
My dreams are like shipwrecks at the bottom of the sea
Covered under seaweed, algae, gravel and rocks
Because at its birth, I didn’t give it enough stock.
A dream is like clay and I am the sculptor
And if I can not see it in my mind , then it’s
Because I allowed myself to be blind.
You have to hold it , and feel it, and see it take shape
Otherwise it will be much too late.
You have to shape it and give it a heart that breathes
And pumps life into its body and soul
Until that mold starts to take hold.
To feel it in your every being to the point
That’s the only thing you’re seeing.
It has to become a part of you
And you a part of it
Until it becomes like a glove
With a perfect fit.
I wanted it quickly - I wanted it fast
But when you’re in a hurry it will not last.
I gave it up quickly and dropped it on the floor
Hoping to pick it up again once more.
But it was picked up by the wind and to the sea
It started its spin -taking my dream to the shipyard grave
Where at last it could not be saved.
So to all dreamers - I caution you this
Hold on to your dream and don’t drop it.
fter nine episodes
Our new generation must know
The whole thing started
With President Carter
Who was in the Commander's chair
And the computer dreamers were setting off Internet flairs.
Billed as a trip back to the matinee cinema of decades ago
It was a marathon sci fi adventure picture show
Star Wars it was called
And the movie industry was in awe
Starting off in the middle
This space air force tale was all the twitter
Starring one who made a mark with the name Hamill
During a time when Dorothy was not in Oz but doing a camel
Then there was Eddie's little girl
Who was cute as a pearl
Add a hunk named Han solo
This fantasy project was a Go Go
Light years past with everyone taking other gigs
But when duty called the troupe made the franchise their digs
With the final one released
And the storm troopers are now resting in peace
Taking over the Jedi force
Is Daisy Ridley who just graduated from the light saber course
Carrying only one-word name right
Rey dug in her heels with all her might
As she fought a fight that was her descendants’ plight
But this seemed to be all a dream with all the work in front of a green screen
Geared to an amusement park ride
The latest Star Wars entry tried
It was nice the characters brought everything home
in a saga where everyone found a friend when they are alone
After nine episodes the credits have run
Saying goodbye since the good guys won
Skywalker, R2D2, C3PO, Chewy
Your mission is complete
And Vader no longer has heat
Han and Lea what can we saya
Besides we hope Lucas now can a paya
Now with everything in the can
And you have created all these costumed hams
May the force be with you
and many thanks making all this look cool.