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At the edge of the world, where time entwines with our wandering thoughts,
Man, with a soul full of desires, tries to tame eternity,
Yet every step toward immortality is a step away from the light of flowing moments,
For life and death are two sides of the same coin, woven from the same thread of destiny.
We are born from one mystery and return to another, like a river unaware of its source,
And yet, in our desire to stop the flow, we defy the currents that guide us,
Embracing the illusion of eternity without truly understanding the present moment,
Thus denying the fleeting beauty of each sunrise bearing within it the seed of sunset.
Our souls, struggling between desires and fears, beginnings and endings,
Lose themselves in the search for a meaning to soothe their turmoil, but we forget that the meaning is the journey itself,
For every heartbeat is a song echoing in the silence of the universe,
And every breath is a testament to a dance between light and shadow, between love and forgetfulness.
In our attempt to conquer death, we have distanced ourselves from life, from the moments given to us,
But perhaps in accepting the ephemeral, in embracing the end, we paradoxically find immortality,
For only when we let the waves carry us without breaking them,
Can we dance with silence and truly understand the secret music of existence.
Shy of condition
Shyness afflicted
Shy opaque canvas butterfly
Who only speaks when addressed
Oh shy , Oh shy
Opaque butterfly
Who only speaks when addressed
Converses only in chilling whispers
shyness permitting
Corner to corner when in a room searching camouflage in which
to shelter cloak invisibility
Personable , polite , contrite yet
sadly lacking personality
Apart from shyness to call
on as a solent friend and crutch
to lean upon
So shy and friendless butterfly
has no one but himself to pacify
his mental health
On the outside but still a bystander
fenced in by wall's built out of social
convention barricade stone's
Alone is shy with untapped depth
bound and blighted by crippling
stage fright
For fear of letting one's presence
be known and felt in company
But no less worthy of being heard
than those who crave and hogg the
limelight for themselves
Who are probably no less or
even more insecure than the
terminal shy
Both suffer from the same
personality condition
just express themselves
in different or their own way
Shy , eccentric , exhibitionist
two sides of the same coin
Unable to express oneself
for fear of being torn apart
for being different
In a world shepherded by sheep
where everyone aspires to be a
lookalike
Everyone eventually ends up
looking like mutton dressed
up in lamb's designer wool
With the wool pulled firmly
over our eye's
In front of my house
There stand a tree—
A tree of love
Upon it grows of sensitivity,
And in its roots
Lie the feeling of pain and anguish
It often remain laden
With the fruits of untimely memories.
I have watched that tree;
I have often seen
The sweetest fruit of affection
Falling from it.
Along with them,
It has also left behind
Some branches
Where neither flower remain
Nor leaves,
And fruits-
As if without flower and leaves
Lie barren and silent.
Perhaps love, like comfort,
Has never reached those branches.
That is why,
Even in their restlessness,
They have learned
To remain silent.
The glittering brightness
Of branches laden
Of the flower, fruit and leaves
Seems to mock
The sobbing darkness
Of those silent branches.
Who know
Weather those branches are isolated,
Or the tree itself
Is the cause of their separation.
With its pain and sensitivities,
There is no equal harmony.
Sometimes within it
Darkness and silence spread;
Somewhere there is light.
Are truth or un-truth
Like two sides of the same coin?
Or is this merely a reaction
Of the tree-
Or perhaps
A warning?
With a desire
To redirect
The flow of humanity,
To bring vitality
Back into human life—
This is the difference
The branches of the tree reveal.
Its physical structure
Has told
The essence of human life.
It’s not a tree—
It's a human being.
A human- caught between darkness and light,
Searching endlessly
For Ego, Identity, Existence.
Love and Hate,
Two sides of the same coin.
Separated by a sliver of passion;
Hard to maintain.
Yet when the coin is flipped,
Guessing heads or tails -
The balancing boundaries mix,
Among joy & pain.
Often, this currency
Exchange happens quickly,
Sometimes seemingly at the
Speed of light.
Where momentum can
Carry the fuel intensely,
Burning all around or
Within sight.
This nature is
Rooted deeply, buried
Before friend or foe and
Predator or prey.
Lying somewhere between
The visceral and emotional ...
With a spring eternal,
Everyday.
A bright sunshine dawns
Joy prances in morning light
Laughter seals the air
A cheerful, cheery moment
A memory to engrave.
A startling grey cloud
Tears drip like showers of rain
Heart pinches with pain
The world feels bleak and hollow
Sorrow whispers in the soul.
Yet after the storm
A rainbow arches above
Hope begins to shine
The heart starts to patch up slow
Life resumes its normal train.
After a plain ride
The road starts upward-sloping
But descends again
To wit the high and low tide
The twists and turns of man`s life.
The shine of summer
Fans its fragrance in the air
Wiinter`s wild winds waft,
The two sides of the same coin
The light and darkness that dance,
Day fades into night
Moonless sky succeeds sunshine
Cold is gauged with warmth
A beeline journey of life
Would be dull, dry and dreary.
The seasons all change
Joy and sorrow interweave
A tapestry made
From moments bright and shady
Each thread adds to beauty`s depth.
Let`s greet all the feels
The sweet and the bitter taste
For both make us whole
A balanced life we`re given
let`s cherish all precious breath.
Like two-sides of the same-coin are desire and aversion,
In daily psychic chores they are whole heart-mind immersion;
Desire is cause of all sufferings - Gautam Buddha claimed,
Aversion involves heart and mind too; both should be well-tamed...!
Charming blooms, guileless creatures and colorful-scenes attract,
From glooms and pains and sufferings human heart does detract;
Feelings of facts and fancies should go ever hand in hand,
Doesn't an oasis sooth us from scorching desert sand...?
Happiness, sadness, fear, anger, surprise and some disgust,
Should be integral part of beings like love, hope and trust;
Emotional equilibrium is like flesh-and-blood,
Lack of one leaves the body as though under-nourished bud...!
Prayer, pondering and optimism keep beings healthy,
Coherence and humility leaves inner spheres wealthy;
Right thought, word, action, contemplation and selfless service,
And detachment can clench one's entire existence at ease...!
30 September 2022
Desire and Aversion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Life and death are two sides of the same coin
Yet we embrace the first and shun the last
But no matter which view of life we join
Death is something that surely will come to pass
So be mindful of this fact in living
And seek to enrich the quality of your life
Think carefully of what you are doing
And always seek to avoid needless strife
If you help others as you go along
The peace of mind from this will be your gain
And as mentioned in the words of the song
Surely your life would not have been in vain
Live your life in such a meaningful way
That gives contentment and satisfaction
So that when your death arrives you can say
Truly, my life was a mission well done
The white of the walls peel off.
The carpet of the floor collects dust.
The thump of my heart fades away.
I sometimes find myself wondering the reality of my situation.
I am two sides of the same coin.
I am the same ruin I outrun.
I am the same joy I attract.
I am the same thrill I consume.
I sit and I write.
I sit and I eat.
I sit and I write.
Trying to articulate the colours of my soul when all I hear are the greys of its echo.
I try to present myself as easy, though the interior designs are a mesh of angst, moon silver and the drip of crimson.
I can smell the copper of my blood.
I can hear the silence of my soul.
I can taste the anguish of my tears.
I am a song of calamity.
The chorus of the mirror.
The melody of my grief.
The bass of my heartbeat.
The lyrics of a collapse, too crumbled to recognise.
The production of a fantasy, eternalised by delusion.
The symphony of a destruction, tragedized by birth.
I am a song you play on repeat,
Until the tune twists and strips me of my armour.
And all that is left is the mesh of angst, the silver of the moon and the drip of crimson.
All that is left is the little girl in me who once wished to radiate the ricochet of the sun, but I stand at 17, radiating the ricochet of my own rotting void.
Poem 1:
Chad was deep in the forest when he began to notice the grass
Moving curiously as if it was alive
Maybe it was
His five-year-old mind thought back to fairy tales.
He used to believe in the Brothers Grimm, forty years ago.
When had he lost that side?
His imagination smiled as he studied this forest.
There was something mystical about it.
Sparkling shimmering verdant leaves.
Red, pink, and tan mushrooms.
He imagined them as houses.
This would be the perfect place to retrieve his whimsical side.
He sat for a bit, before he noticed the felled log.
He wondered what it would be like to sit on that?
His five-year-old side giggled, urging him on.
Poem 2:
Faerie Fey Village was having a rousing great time.
They were unifying the troops, celebrating with rhyme.
Everyone was playing games or dancing and no one was blue.
Spiked orange juice was flowing through the magical forest too.
There were all kinds of critters and creatures, getting on great.
The brownies and elves of course are always a couple of days late.
The mice and the bunnies were dancing hard with the frogs.
A fantastic time on the underside of the enormous fallen oak logs.
Shh! A mole or vole whispered. I hear one of those tall giants, I think.
The wasps and the hornets stopped buzzing around the roses so pink.
Baby bunnies began to scramble, and the grandpa elf yelled to hide.
So we all transmogrified into moss, ivy and mushrooms on this eastern side.
I felt the giant’s breath as he looked around Fey Village that Day.
I did not dare make a sound, for I had heard giants have a mean way.
They wreck your homes, and tear the wings off your butterflies too.
I was so relieved when he left, this man with eyes of sky blue.
Intelligence and perception are two sides of the same coin.
What the human mind perceives is many dimensions.
Intellect is limited only by doubt and skepticism.
Knowing that we only use a small part of our brain-vessel; we eliminate so many possibilities.
Unlimited perception gathers knowledge and
increases intellect.
Denial is the ignorant man’s noose.
People claim that they believe in a God or Spirit,
all the while, denying the existence of any spirits.
Why do people want such finite baubles for brains?
Nickola Tesla gathered knowledge from perception;
Unknown realms offered him wisdom; grew his intellect; he was open and expanded his mind.
Albert Einstein’s brain-vessel knew many
of those same realms.
The dimensions he perceived were a joke to his colleagues;
though many are proven realities.
People live in a relative time yet,
finite minds are still thinking linear.
Finite minds in big business and governments try to stifle the infinite minds so all humans suffer.
Greed is the ultimate thief;
it keeps everyone trapped in non-movement; non-progress.
What our limited minds call “progress” is only stagnation, as a result, infinite minds perceive and despite their growth, suffer.
“Faith is believing in what you cannot see; the reward for that faith, is to see what you believe.”
This, Tesla and Einstein both knew.
Perception can open doors yet,
It is often squeezed out by the skeptics;
those self-limiting minds.
They are the uneducated-educated,
whose egos ignore real possibilities
in favor of, the probabilities;
the tangible is not all that exists.
The veil between worlds is old and tattered;
full of holes that allow us all to peek through and perceive what lies beyond.
Unfortunately, not everyone is curious.