Long Enmeshing Poems

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Premium Member Crossing Paths Coalesce


wandering in wasteland 
of denuded life 
                desolate
sinuous track 
takes me 
to the terrain 
of nowhere
                nebulous
I’m entangled 
in enmeshing web 
       of 
enigmatic conundrum 
shall I escape 
from decay delirium
       or not
I can’t decide 

ingrained imprint 
                indelible 
      of 
wheel of time
                turning
in destiny domain
twisted out
of tormenting tangle 
of tortuous trail 
of passive past 
       steers 
with promise 
of pride 
my fraught mind 
out of maze
shows me 
the pledged pathway
to fervent fountain 
of misty meadow
                protected

I break open 
               there
invisible barrier 
you’ve built 
of seclusion
around your garden
                 secret 
       blooming 
furtive flowers 
                hidden 
from me
       but
I’ll saunter 
                there 
suffused with 
seraphic shine
                sanguine 
of sunburst dawn
       new
I wish 
before I walk 
the last mile 
our paths 
will cross 
                entranced
      coalesce
into oneness
                someday


Premium Member Shape Shifting Soul


When the music of life gets silenced 
in the broken violin of the extant in an instant,
submerged in the regression of solitude,  
morphed soul hears the murmur of the ancient stream. 

Released there from the clasp of karmic destiny,
I transcend the limits of time and space, 
where the pristine petals of awareness unfurl, 
bloom the divine flower of the cosmic essence.

In the devout sanctum of heavenly freedom
the soul attains the  timeless form of euphoria.
The beauty of ultimate oneness it beholds,
merging shapeless with the absolute supreme.

Detached from the transient life’s enmeshing web,
I lose mind-body identity in the sanctum of divinity,  
where time is lost in the eternal deep silence, 
the soul is configured into His omnipresent image.

For the maneuvered inducement of the being,
the transmuting tenet of the unique identity
changes in the self-devised palette of color mélange,
paints the shape shifting façade of the celestial entity.

Premium Member God Search Begin

"The streams are my veins."


God search begin, by choosing quietude;
All that remains, is consciousness aware.
With bliss mists ethereal, heart’s imbued,
As love in love with love, with love does pair.

Our form’s forged from earth, water, fire and air,
Enslaved by lower mind, whose thinking’s crude,
Enmeshing our soul in thought spirals snare.
God search begin, by choosing quietude.

Thus, mind no longer to illusions glued,
We set to rest ego spawned thought form snare,
Negating fears and desires that intrude;
All that remains, is consciousness aware.

Stream of liquid light, pure beyond compare,
Nectar of God, makes rapturous our mood,
Wherein innocently choosing to dare,
With bliss mists ethereal, heart’s imbued.

Moment to moment, bliss beats are renewed,
With God Himself, in heart taking the chair,
That we imbibe His grace with gratitude,
As love in love with love, with love does pair.

We meld with the flow, with nary a care,
Stopping to conquer, soul gains altitude,
Beginning with love, a lifelong affaire. 
Stream of bliss vivifies our solitude:
God search begin!

03-August-2022

HMS, Rhymezone, PS Grammar

Let Your Muse Be Inspired - R Form Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France

Premium Member New Moorings

Are anchors fetters or do they stabilise,
acting as moorings, holding us steady,
that we may stay grounded in our comfort zone,
whilst battling fierce winds of duality?

We walk alone yet seek safety in numbers,
opting to adopt culture based on birth,
deludedly following narrow beliefs,
although in our heart, gong of truth rings not.

We feel within our bones that we are a soul,
so why then do we cling to illusion,
more so recognising that it is transient,
enmeshing mind in a gossamer web?

Employing specious logic, we justify
fear of freedom, inventing a new script,
languishing thus in darkness and rewriting
beliefs in secret code we can’t decrypt.

17-March-2023

New Moorings Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Form: Verse

Premium Member The Aspiring Atman

In the dark alley of time my mind-body duality wanders 
With the life stumbling on the hazards of blunders   
The frailty of the unknown far-off future destined
Casts shadows of despair on my innate disposition.

I wish a glittering highway appear for me to escape
And I am able to carve for my life an egoistic shape
Configure the earthly elements of desire in essence
Chase the migrating mirage of mundane opulence.

In the entangled landscape of confused existence  
I pursue the endless trail of unbound craving
Rambling in the sense wasteland of possession false 
I am trapped in the sordid mire of mortal being.

Trying to get released from the captivating clasp  
Of karmic destiny, leading to loss of the sense of self
The perception of divine conscience pervades me
I transcend the space-time limits for inward journey.

Detached from the transient life’s enmeshing web
I lose mind-body identity in the sanctum of psyche  
Where time is lost in the timeless deep silence 
I am then suffused with sublime Sattvaic bliss.

As my soul wishes to serenely unfurl the divine lotus 
I perceive His graceful endowment of nirvana 
Beautify my sublimated life with heavenly adornment 
The absolute then assimilates the aspiring atman. 

_______________

December 18, 2022
Contest : Our Soul's Wish List
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker


Premium Member Pause Of Polarity Interchange


An unseen lamp hidden in the realm of the mind
someone kindles to light up the dark gaps of thought.  
Unperceived, it creates the beams of contemplation,
illumines the concealed pathway of the destined journey.

The paused thoughts create an intricate mental fresco, 
the time transcendence makes it ostensibly self-radiant, 
enmeshing the soul within the maze of the craving ego
that designs the forlorn corridor for the lonely journey.

As the lamp gets extinguished by the self-created gale,
awareness is lost in the abysmal depth of darkness.
The willful psyche clings to the sense of entrapped self,
getting confined within the bubble of illusion.

The obsessive free-will seemingly dormant,
enwraps the misty mind with an unreal veil, 
for the free-rule tenets morph the ego into a trap
in the sphere of the fantasized self-deception.

In the ensnaring realm of fabricated passion  
the cage of self-image captures the deceptive being.  
As life swings on the cradle of the lingering time,
reflective pause causes the polarity interchange of acuity.

Premium Member Delusion


The assigned unseen lamp hidden somewhere, 
someone kindles for you when you’re made to arrive.
Unperceived, it creates reflective beam of contemplation,
illumines the pathway of your destined journey.

The free will you make as the mental mural of pride, 
the lamp makes it ostensibly self-radiant, 
enmeshing your soul within the maze of formidable ego, 
that designs the deviant road you travel undisciplined. 

On the way you pick up some flowers of wilderness,
someone graciously blossoms only for you,
but you think these are epitome of your self-made image, 
worthy of affirmative celebration of self-seeking euphoria. 

On the way you tread on the trail of anguish thorns, 
you think you would pave a new amiable track soon, 
and won’t suffer on the stinging journey for long,
but the perpetual torment lingers on. 

The disowned lamp then gets extinguished by itself,
in depth of darkness you lose awareness unrestrained.
The willful psyche clings to the sense of disarrayed self,
and gets confined within the bubble of delusion.

Premium Member Bubble of Illusion

An unseen lamp hidden somewhere
Someone kindles for you when you arrive
Unperceived it creates beam of contemplation
Illumines the pathway of your destined journey.

The free thoughts you create as mental fresco 
The lamp makes it ostensibly self-radiant 
Enmeshing your soul within the maze of ego
That designs the road you choose to travel alone.

On the way you pick up some flowers
Someone gracious blossoms for you
But you think these are epitome of self-image
Worthy of innate celebration in euphoria.

On the way you tread on the trail of thorns
You think you would pave a new track soon
And won’t suffer on the journey for long
But the perpetual torment lingers on. 

The disowned lamp then gets extinguished
In depth of darkness you lose your awareness
The willful psyche clings to the sense of self
Getting confined within the bubble of illusion.

____________________

May 13, 2022
Contest : Bubble Of Illusion
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker

Premium Member Deceptive Mask

On the wheels of time I’ve travelled for long
on the crafted pathway of synthetic stage, 
revolving my split mind, entrapped in polarity, 
under the spotlight of the contrived moments, 
enmeshing the confused me with paradoxes.

In the enactment of the drama of multifaceted life,
I see some bare faces displayed on plain mirror, 
really reflecting the radiance of convivial heart. 
I don’t perform with them by the prompt, 
but I present me truly, for I adore their purity. 

I face some veiled faces posing on warped mirror, 
disguising the contorted lines of rancid rancor, 
I dislike their fake facade, but I play a sagacious role,
my transformed face of spite, the actor in me, 
conceals behind the deceptive mask. 


July 24, 2020
Contest : 10-20 Lines On Mask
Sponsor : Mohan Chutani

Premium Member Path To Freedom

Descent and ascent
Through vibration spectrum
May fan fires of feral sentiment 
Enmeshing our soul in ego residuum

To feel fully by touch we enter trance
Leading to dreamy state of stupor 
Indulgence in earthy dalliance
Makes endless our caper

Upon reaching exhaustion 
We exit the thought form stream
The void of silence, desire cessation
Offers a chance to wake up from the dream

The underlying truth is right before our eyes
Space between us and myriad objects
If restless heart ceases it’s sighs
We see dream life’s defects

Unfocused gaze held thus 
In boundless space all around
Resting desires that tend to nonplus
In but not of the world, we’re no longer bound

Mind-body and ego identity then an apparatus 
We employ it as of need to navigate life
Playfully going where God takes us
Awake, aware and with joy rife

14-March-2022
Form: Rhyme

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