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Beneath the surface of the perceptive mortal senses
the mind nestles the buds of dreams it desires to see bloom.
Allured by avid aspirations into insipid ignorance,
it suffers wandering in the wilderness of discontent.
Under the convoluted layers of the mangled mind
languishes the servile soul at the impervious inner depth,
until enlightenment dawns with the light of the eternal truth,
building with dedicated spirit the holy linkage with the absolute.
Travelling on the enlightened pathway of devout life,
an inward journey to the sacred sanctum of spirituality,
takes the soul to the ultimate destination of liberation,
where realization perceives the meaning of emotions.
The swirling currents of the vagrant mind
find the current course of intuitive introspection
through the layers of consciousness,
dissipate in the shade beneath the divine lamp
that illumines the swathe of the dark acuity.
The soul then shines in the heavenly glow,
reflecting the patina of the perception lotus,
as the self-searching comprehensive odyssey ends
at the sanctified altar of supreme mindfulness.
Distanced from the thought-swamped past
the merger configures awareness in the realm of now.
In the onyx night, the drizzle of argentine stardust,
symbolizing the sequins of sensual epithet
of the vibrant existential melodic essence,
adorns the pearl-laced waves of the rolling psychic sea,
that spreads seamlessly to the baroque emotive shore
though the bay of bliss of the musical mind,
echoing the tune of the soulful symphony.
The rain-washed sparkling sky of the new day,
enwrapped in the chromatic trellis of the rising sun,
spreads the spectrum of corporeal perception,
fabricated by the fascinating sense of the vibrato of life,
weaved as the tapestry of transient feelings
with the lattice of self-drawn imagery of kaleidoscopic now.
The congenial current of contemporary time,
defused in the miasma of the marooned mind,
turns the indented poignant impulses
into lyrical crescendo of consciousness concerto.
On its sonorous serenading wings,
the awakened awareness flies in the sky of sensual sonata
to the harmonic realm of euphoria,
realizes the nicety of the unequivocal notion
that life is a song to be sung in now continuum.
That gaze, a silent meeting, the beginning of everything that could be,
Like two worlds touching at the edge of a dream, I felt a shiver,
An unseen connection, like a thin silver thread linking the stars.
His eyes, a window to an unknown universe, drew me in,
As if wanting to tell me untold stories,
In a language only hearts understand, without words,
And in that silence, I felt reality melting away.
Each second seemed to flow like a lazy river of memories,
Wrapping emotions and desires into a single intense moment,
A beginning of everything, like the first ray of sun breaking the night,
His gaze, a promise of all the things that might be.
And deep in my soul, I felt that everything begins now,
Like a story written on a parchment of stars, untouched by time,
A beginning singing melancholically about the magic of a gaze,
Opening the gates to an infinity of possibilities.
In that moment, I knew I had stepped onto a new path,
That gaze, the beginning of all waiting to be discovered,
Like an old song echoing once more in the heart,
A journey just beginning, with a single look.
In the quiet of winter's end,
Where frost once claimed its reign,
Emerges a tender, gentle trend—
The beginning of spring's sweet refrain.
Buds dare to push through the cold,
A dance of life unfolds anew,
Soft hues of green and gold,
Paint the world in vibrant hue.
The brooks laugh louder, day by day,
As ice releases its grip,
Flowers bloom in an array,
On nature's newfound script.
Birdsongs fill the morning light,
Echoing promises, clear and true,
Of warmth, of joy, of sheer delight,
In skies of the brightest blue.
Winter's chill begins to wane,
As spring whispers, soft and slight,
With every drop of gentle rain,
The world awakens from the night.
Rejoice in the season's tender fling,
For now, we celebrate the beginning of spring.
That night, in a strange place
I was like a fly
Circling a street light
Reeling…Reeling!
I felt so alone
Fear wrenched my throat
Couldn’t predict
When I would be charred to death
I had heard,
In the cover of dark
Everyone was a robber
Or a masked assassin!
Without a roof over my head
I was like a mole
Smoked out of its hole
And exposed to blaring light
Had it been my own town
Where I knew
Every nook and cranny
Like the lines of my palm
I wouldn’t have minded
Being so helplessly stranded
Or left in the night
At a distance….
I saw the faint silhouette of hills
Like dreadful dinosaurs crouching
Also the outlines of buildings
Reminding one of the medieval haunted castles
Stray dogs, mangy
Were raiding the trash bins.
I don’t know why then
I enjoyed their company
I could hear the falling hooves
Of cattle, led to the slaughterhouse,
And the lash of whips falling on them,
Echoing the shrieking of a banshee!
Saw an auto lying upside down
Fallen unwary in a pothole
A line of tanker lorries
Seen halted by the roadside,
Like the bogies of a goods train
And their drivers went home,
To sleep with their mates
Behind the cover, I saw
Two figures leaning;
A man and a woman
Night owls at a mating serenade!
I closed my eyes,
Covering them with my palm
In that unearthly hour
An eerie fear gripped me.
Tension was building inside,
Like a balloon being bloated with air
And how my mind longed
To slither out of that hole
To curl up in the warmth of my home
Far… far away!
Involves all of us
Highway destination
One can almost hear HO HO HO echoing in the distance
All the bus passengers are served hot cocoa while on the go
Holiday festive bus decorated in and out
The colorful lights blink on and off as the Christmas bus moves about
Sides, front and back
Snow is starting to fall
What a way to start the holiday for all
As trucks pass by, they honk their horns in approval
Cars blow their horns being nothing unusual
Everyone on the bus singing medley Christmas songs
Joy and happiness aboard
Come and participate in the sing along
Dash away Dash away
Soon it will be Christmas Day
Observations upon observations
Holiday viewing a sensation
Passengers wave as we pass by towns
All the towns are singing in the holiday praise
It’s a Christmas preserver
Christmas surely in the air
Heart felt in stopping there
Journey to anywhere bringing enduring love
Through the snow we continue to flow
Season’s Greetings shout out
Silent Night as you snooze about
Sweet dreams
A few minutes ago, a loud text alert startled
me and woke me up, and yawing
I fell off my comfortable, canopy bed:
a heartbreaking message appeared
on my black IPhone, I started shaking,
" Pretty boy, I'm leaving for sunny California,
it's about time you had a night of insomnia! "
Little sleep I got and screaming
my nightmare got really worse:
" Did she really wanted to forget
me along with her birthday,
not thinking of that red rose
I would have brought today? "
I refused to hear her untrue voice...
but her sad words kept on echoing!
Coughing out a poisonous disease,
I felt relieved from the sharp pain...
one last thing I had to do to make
her goodbye melt quicker than any snowflake
by opening the secret box so cold to the touch
and unearth: a sentimental treasure
never darkened by a speck of dust;
I found no interest or pleasure in reading
those long letters slowly turned by the April breeze...
awesome words of past deceit that no longer please!
I have bought a ticket to LA to take her back by being cool;
by morning, I will be flying with the iron will not to beseech;
no, my arrival won't be a pleasant surprise by any means!
She thought I would have given up on her like any other fool;
no, sweetheart you are the gold that still lures and glitters,
you are the beautiful glow of the sunset over Newport Beach!
Entered in Laura Lee's contest,
" Combination Of Three Words "
Written on 12/ 31/ 2015
A curly corded telephone rings in a distant room,
its black Bakelite bulk vibrates behind closed eyes.
An old-time fire-engine parks its flame and brass chassis
inside a cavernous skull, though no conflagration
sets the dark alight.
It is that shallow pit of night when faceless clocks
expose themselves to be landmines.
A far past is calling; disembodied tongues drum loud
in an echoing ear.
A cumbersome receiver tumbles off its cradle
an accumulated dust of misappropriated yesterday’s
softens its fall.
Nothing has grasped at nothing.
A line is dead and buried; there's no resurrection,
the call however lingers, as a voice dissolve's
deep within the combustible light
of another day.
Different Opinions Ain't Attacks
Relax if I wanted drama, I'd
Turn on Reality TV and watch folks
Falling to pieces
I'm not throwin' shade, I'm throwing thoughts,
And half the occasions they bounce off
You like "girl " , that's all you got?
We're just a pair of brains doin'
Mental gymnastics, Flippin' ideas like
Bargain-bin mattresses- Unsteady but
Somehow still workin' in practice.
Flippin thoughts like those mysteries-
Brand mattresses online-
You don't know what's inside, but it holds
Up just fine.
Flippin ' perspectives like discount mattresses-
A lil' unstable, but still gets the job done with
Zest.
Disagreement Ain't danger-its
Cardio for the cortex, A lil' jog for your
Judgement,
A stretch for your overtone, no beef, no grief,
No emotional sabotage- just grown- folks
Echoing through this community, epilog
Where the acoustics make every opinion
Sound like a monologue collage.
You toss your angel, I toss mine right back-
That's not a threat, that's a conversational
Life hack.
And if I crack a joke mid-debate, don't fluster
Humor's my way of keepin' the vibe
Aerodynamic, So your ego don't inflate
Like a economical pool float- tragic
No shade, no blade, no drama on deck-
Just swagger in the jargon and respect in
The subtext, Cause grown-folks can disagree
Without fuming it's complex.
So breathe let your thoughts expand out
And yield in.
Let your peace stay seated while your mind
Takes a stand,
Cause different opinions ain't attacks,
They're just an extra way to understand...
And if you still feel attacked?
Dear, that's your WI-FI- not my words-
You need to reset your emotional modem
And try again.
As a new day dawns
uncorking within
sweet rose wine
drinking from
the cup
of happiness
with a joyful taste
sipping warm pink
Strawberry blushing clouds
alighting beautiful
falling raindrops
upon a flower
blooming buds
blossoming spring
in captivating petals
Bathing within
a pool
of warm words
swimming within
the mind
floating spiritually
echoing delight
touches the soul
With the softest
embracing tenderness
emotions sings
out with feelings
of love sparkling
so softly shining
within the eyes
one knows
the taste
of loves
sweet wine
it’s only love after all; maybe a wish.
it all seems at times so childish.
“they say” naive to grieve for something lost,
that never could have been.
but I always remember the green
of the leaves of summer, even in the darkest cold
of winter. The old moon of golden october nights
the sounds and sights of my own lone existence.
it’s only love after all; maybe a dream.
it seems at times as though it is forgotten.
The most pleasing of pleasures, the treasures
of playful memories: children’s laughter
echoing, the smell of the fresh laundry billowing,
the feel of the gentle fur, on fingers evoking a purr;
the smell of the steak shop or pizzeria as you
pass by and oh, yes those beautiful green eyes,
brown eyes, blue eyes of the many most beautiful
glorious people that looked at times so deep into you
that you felt that you, for an instant, became them.
it’s only love after all, maybe none of it ever really happened and
wouldn’t that be exactly the thing that people mean
when they say; “what a shame.”
this human heart so small, it cannot near contain
such love that words cannot pronounce, nor eyes explain.