Long Throb Poems
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A LONG WAIT
Your name so far away now I don’t remember,
but my nascent passion burnt then like ember
when in high school on you I’d teen-age crush,
out of my memory sweeping time didn’t brush.
When your crystalline hazel eyes looked at me
you colored my mind with the hues of ecstasy.
Your smile set my heart throb on rippled rhyme,
felt you’re made for me from beginning of time.
So, I dreamt someday you’re going to be mine,
on our coupled life sun of pink love would shine.
Our future would take ordained course, I knew,
but the only one in my obsessed heart was you.
I didn’t know what your feeling was about me,
I thought my heart I would expose for you to see.
One day I asked you to come with me on a date,
for the answer a long time you made me to wait.
February 7, 2019
As ego identity gradually recedes
centred in tranquil inner quietude
nestled in a continuum of stillness
bliss throb increases in magnitude
Occasionally acts need to be done
compelling indulgence of attention
yet recognising divine as the mover
we act that there be no bliss dilution
Recognising divine presence in all
we feel everywhere one heart beat
that there be no ripple in joyousness
the pulse of love is how all we greet
Observing acts arising from delusion
recognised as temporary aberration
our interaction proposing alignment
demeanour being a loving suggestion
The gains & losses and twists & turns
no longer part of our consciousness
all we seek is enhancing love quotient
in the energy field of singular Oneness
13-September-2020
Dweller of the void
Void centric awareness,
attentive to what is,
negating not here this,
entwined with That oneness,
radiates soul’s bliss fizz.
Void centric awareness,
in but not of the world,
within womb of peace curled,
dwells in time stretched stillness,
no longer by thoughts twirled.
Void centric awareness,
in the here now present,
invites God’s joy current
to usher blissfulness;
of each throb, cognisant.
Void centric awareness,
melds with the flow of life,
at each moment bliss rife
in agendalessness,
free from struggle and strife.
14-May-2022
With each life breath ushering dawn,
the past that once was, has been sawn,
that playing the cards as they fall,
outcome any, we stretch and yawn.
Each pulse within, is God’s love call,
reminding us we are the all,
as divine light, that lights all lights,
surging within as a bliss squall.
As both form and throb that delights,
poised at zenith of rapture’s heights,
burning in this mind-body urn,
we perform our ego’s last rites.
Watching the boomerang return,
the law of karma we discern,
which but asks that we love with care,
gentling touch, with mindful concern.
Pristine awareness, self-aware,
having chosen with love to pair,
then imbibes wisdom from God’s mind,
a glow which is beyond compare.
I am aching wave
wrapped exquisitely
in spinel-warm strength
of you, my numero uno ~
the raven-winged wind,
as mind muses and melts
into the secretive sea
of the heart’s throb
for you ~ O selfless soul-flame,
my reason to reawaken
the ruby-rose reassurance
through restlessness,
holding the ardent
heat around my heart,
pulling my pulse patiently
to save me from sinking
into siren's streams…
I long to float forever ~
fearlessly falling in love
with the dripping citrine drops
glazing the pensive purity
of my purple paragon,
listening to limerence
as tides twirl and tango
around your toned torso,
breathing on the tip
of turning time ~
as we are engrossed
in an ethereal dream
where masculinity is moved
by the feathers of femininity ~
darkness drowns within
golden tears of gloaming
while yin yearns to ebb with yang,
pulsing amidst
paradoxical urges...
d e v o t i o n
is neither dusk nor dawn,
but the singing silhouette
beneath swirling serenity ~
the seraphic sight
of the wind wedding the wave,
painting primal passion ~
a picturesque polarity,
pressed into
the stoic palms
of patronal permanence ~
dissolving the inescapable distance
between darkness
and divinity
allowing nuances of nature
to culminate
in the calming cadence
that softens despair’s depth
like evening blush ~
a sparkling kiss
skimming zealous water...
Caregiving “One Sided” at times
Especially at bedtime
Early and late seem to mean same
Considering one’s mind frame
In this scenario W is wife
H is husband and for life
W – “It’s eleven; time for bed and sleep”
Wife goes to bed without a peep
W – “Why are you still up? It’s one a.m.
Now, go to bed; I am
W – Out of darkness “Oh, my head hurts”
Throb, throb - ”Oh, my head hurts…”
Trying to get her bearings stable
Lying on floor under table
Next to pedestal leg that night
And cooking stove on right
Throb, throb – “Oh my head hurts” repeated
W – “How do I get the “get up+ completed?”
To the left sat a shoe so tranquil
His shoe with his foot sitting so still
W – Calling his name. as throbbing was continuously
“Why didn’t you catch me?”
H – “It was too fast!”
Movement in his foot never passed
Like a puppy dog guarding the prey
He sat firm lest wife would get away
W – “You need to move so I can get up.
Get up please, so I can get up”
He moved without offering to help
Wife with throbbing head did self-help
W – “Did you call for assistance?”
H -- “I didn’t know how’ with insistence
At three am, it was to bed
He was tired and she had bump on head
A one-sided caregiving experience and
A protective co-existence
Love alone is real and that’s life’s gist
but imagining we’re distanced from source,
grace that uplifts, we begin to resist,
opting instead to employ use of force.
Mistaken we’re merely this body-mind,
we’re mired in pursuits, that are self-serving,
caught in ego’s inexorable bind,
believing we alone are deserving.
All that that is born, will one day soon die
but even though we see and so know this,
we live out our life as though it’s a lie,
hypnotised by the desire-serpent’s hiss.
Life is a gift, where each of us can choose,
to make love and light, flavour of our muse.
To make love and light, flavour of our muse,
it is clear we need a consciousness shift,
resolve steadfast, offering no excuse,
watchful that we are no longer adrift.
Negating nothing, we look at ourself,
noticing how thought forms rise and subside,
so sweeping clean fear clutter on our shelf,
with throb of conscience, we opt to abide.
Simple is the shift from our head to heart,
which basically means we surrender,
feeling, not thinking, thus God-search we start,
beholding each breath in childlike wonder.
The outer world no longer holds allure;
for all ills in life, love’s the only cure.
For all ills in life, love’s the only cure,
is what we see in the world of shadows,
love alone being that that does endure,
looking beyond lifetimes, as spirit knows.
Once we’re empty, fearless and desireless,
divine magnetism pervades feeble form
and holding steadfast our focus tireless,
our pure heart invokes within, a bliss storm.
Our counsel then oh monk, is to be still,
embracing and releasing joy and pain
and by doing so, voids within will fill,
healed by touch divine that cleanses soul’s stain.
We forget when we make a to-do list,
love alone is real and that’s life’s gist.
“Mind-body prism refracts soul’s soft white light ~
Each unique hue heightens our heart’s delight”
~ quote by poet
Beauteous are rainbow colours seven,
one end is violet, the other red,
mirrored in form, with promise of heaven,
provided we are, by throb of bliss led.
Red is the chakra at root of our spine,
which stirs when we begin our God search quest,
above which orange asks us to align
with God’s pulsations, that we may be blessed.
Yellow at navel, is power renounced,
whence we move to heart, whose colour is green,
transcending which, erst feral instincts trounced,
we ascend to throat’s surreal blue sheen.
Higher octaves at head, set soul aflame ~
Divine entwined, we’re no longer the same
I'm fraughting with fear
Fear of rise in temperature
Fear of sinking blood pressure
Fear of developing a lump
Fear of a funny happy jump
Fear of cough and cold
Fear of every pain untold
Fear of burns in throat
Fear of blood and bloat
Fear of lump in the chest
Fear of throb in the heart
Fear of pain in the tummy
Fear of puking after eating yummy.
Fear of needles
Fear of plasters
Fear of pills
Fear of fluids
Fear of oxygen pipe
Fear of nebulization mask
Fear of blood reports
Fear of monitor bleeps
Fear of critical unit walls
Fear of emergency calls
Fear of dying without living
Fear of nothing that siezed my everything
Where has this fear come from?
When in my brave soul has it taken form?
I win the palm battling with it
Still, it comes back without any guilt
The reason for its popping up I pretty well know
It does take shape whenever my health goes low.
I haven't knowingly blightened my body, I swear
But an unexpected illness always like a crown I wear.
Rushing to the doctor many a time
Germinated in me this fear for a lifetime
Now it's time I take the sword
And hit on its back oh! so hard
Come what may, I'll not succumb to it
A candle of courage in me I have lit.
It's time to take the nerve and cut its throat
To wield a dagger as its antidote
How long on my head will it sit?
No, no not anymore will I be guided by it.
“a heartbeat pulsating as living light
free from each and every limitation
I Am that dwelling in unbound delight
the source wherefrom arises creation” ~ Unseeking Seeker...
You write amidst the midnight musings
and their throb for moving moonbeams,
while I kiss the breathing space
between my air and your Elysian waters,
like the pause between poems ~
the stillness between syllables...
And tonight, I trace the heat of truth,
slipping free the lilac of ego’s linen,
unclothing the veil of vivacious vanity ~
inner riddles ruffled with regal lies,
robed in layers of superficial silk,
as my mind tiptoes through the dusk,
aware of how I sabotaged the soul’s sun,
lost in perplexed pages plagued with pride.
O star-touched chakra ~ source of salvation,
the aurora essence spilling through
formless fingers of faith.
I am nevermore the pain I home,
nor the dawn I mindlessly forsake.
I refuse to be named by the scarred stars,
nor crowned by the crawling contradictions
of fears fringed with self-condemnation.
I am peace ~ the simplicity my psyche wears,
woven like Zen around my neck ~
a healing hush of heaven’s voice.
I am the salt of sapphires serenading
through warm streams of lotus bliss.
I long to love and bloom along pearl shores,
forevermore ~ the blue within a dreaming ripple.