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Soul eternal descends into matter
Whilst retaining yet it’s divine essence
Being love and light, free from thought chatter
Thus aglow in vibrant luminescence
To feel fully each sunken vibration
Soul agrees to enter hypnotic trance
Becoming a lifelong aberration
Estranged from love, as ego spirals prance
Soul’s unbound and free at every moment
Heart’s enmeshed by attachment to desire
Thus anchored in low, feral sentiment
Indulgence makes us suffer, till we tire
Delusion then, cause of all suffering
Cessation ushers bliss, God’s blessings bring
28-April-2022
A tapestry of yearning etched in starlight,
where whispers of kindred spirits entwine and soar.
No echo lost, no teardrop falls unheeded,
for solace blooms in echoes from every shore.
The moon, a silver chalice, brims with understanding,
its luminescence bathing wounds in gentle grace.
In hushed confessions, whispered starlit prayers,
find solace, lonely heart, in this star-strewn space.
For though shadows linger, dawn's first blush awaits,
a symphony of souls awakening to the light.
And in the chorus of shared vulnerability,
the lonely heart finds solace, cradled in the night.
Let friendship's fragile flame, by empathy fanned,
illuminate the path where kindred spirits meet.
No longer solitary notes, but a poignant song,
where lonely hearts unite, finding solace, finding sweet.
This is no singular ode, but a choir in bloom,
a testament that echoes through the cosmic blue.
So bleed, brave heart, let tears befriend the stars,
for in their constellation, loneliness is through.
Remember, your yearning speaks not to a void,
but to a million hearts that, too, have felt the sting.
In empathy's embrace, find strength and be unbound,
for in the tapestry of shared wounds, true solace you will find.
Though I may not be the "greatest," my voice joins yours,
a verse echoing the chorus of kindred souls.
So bleed, dear heart, and know that in this symphony,
your lonely song finds solace, and makes us whole.
How 'Artuficial' intelligence reach out to you.
:: 01.03.2024 ::
What is it that I fear? when things are bright clear
Maybe dreams those so dear; fail to come near
Dream akin to concubine; Shy on eyes wide open
Will ever be mine; like crown on head shine
In midst of confusion, I lay lonely on horizon,
To hunt down illusion, and implore inspiration
To conquer denunciation, of dreams I so realize
And cloaked in audacity; to sterile my fear entirely
In solitude I shall cherish; the scars of past fear
Still my dreams unbridle; like unbound lover
Enticingly fail to ebb, vigorous in pride
Had no doubt with glittering hope, dawn will arise
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Form:
Freedom's Love Of Freeks
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Before it came, free spirits roamed,
A freek that religion harshly berates,
But freedom's heart embraces and elates,
Unfettered soul, where boundless courage blooms.
In dogmas' chains, they find no solace true,
Yet, in liberation's arms, they dance,
A rebel spirit, brimming with defiance,
Their dreams take flight in skies of azure hue.
To question, doubt, and seek their own path,
To challenge norms, unshackled and unbound,
In love with life's vast symphony, profound,
They find the strength to weather every wrath.
Oh, the freek that faith's zealots despise,
Beloved by freedom's ardor, they rise.
somewhere I was gently cruising as I dreamed
everything I saw was magically vivid it seemed
like the color applied to a painter’s brush
slowly gliding because I was in no rush
I remember it all and I was wearing a smile
but everyone else’s happiness was placed in a file
then came a sad schizophrenic summer storm
instead of drops dripping from a cloud, they were torn
and all the lights began to change their shade
as the roads leading home began to fade
I wondered like a ghost whose fate was sealed
like the floating fog dancing on top of a field
I saw mountain romances that slowly evolved
but their question of love or lust never was solved
people’s life were buzzing like a honey hive
and the queen’s command would never survive
the ungoverned ground began to chain all creatures
as freedom surrendered its only true feature
of a visionary’s life unbound by anyone’s words
the sky spiraled black as the stars turned to birds
the harbor’s channel filled with endless sand
as the candle lit prophet was trying to understand
just then the haystack hills leveled with the earth
and the golden peaks quickly lost there worth
but hope replaced the fear that we live by
and white holes opened up in the sinister sky
as wingless angels wanting to fly must now climb
and in the end, the acidic onlookers ran out of time
staring at forever!
grinning,
empty;
free of meaning...
this slippery surface of merCurious illuMentation;
an ephemeral shining at the back of the mind,
illuminating the limits of the fatal skin-we're-in --
it's the plight of the unbelonging to be longing
before this bottomless bliss
listening to the sound only the heart can hear
reasons un-wound fall unbound toward
a pointlessness of
parallaxing into tunnel-vision -
where the paralysis of analysis 'n indecision
gets
wrapped up
in many Mansions,
for LotusBlossomslaughter.
A steam of sub-consciousness takes him to kissing a bouquet of rivers
Blessed by fortune and mindfulness Tim follows his passion for nature
Star struck the Horizon unfolds over a canopy of breathless adventure
Uncovers sunshine and rays as rain bows to shivering heaven below
As thunder and lightning explode and expose a meandering delta he
Needs no reminder that grapes lie undraped and sweet juice calls awaiting
In his mind he strokes moist wilderness amazed at the flooding of wetlands
Hovers over a small swelling hill set to the tunes of season’s exuberant joy
Charmed by a flute presiding over the peninsula just nether of Cape Town
The cloth settles in glorious fog like a blanket caressing valleys and peak
Exploring a new continent of dreams has never before been so exquisite
No direction nor map and no compass no South Wester where oceans meet
Tim needs no coat for protection no umbrella not a hat for his longing
Although Leonhard Cohen’s Famous Blue Raincoat springs to his mind
Dylan’s Hard Rain peals away for the moment sheltered by passion
Here as they lie in a beach hut of dreams spread under flakes of Karma
Chakras in full colour channels open and unbound energy and desire
Kim guides his wandering fingers and the hands of the time piece is still
When they reach that sweet oyster bequeathed by the triangle of shivers
And Chronos meets Kairos at the slope of cliff face flora and pleasure
They know not only pirates steam and stream from lighthouse to harbour
14th February 2019
Once, in Autumn
I was sitting on the ground,
Autumn breezes all around.
An admirer of nature unbound,
I watched sparrows flutter down.
They wandered all around;
Then I heard a sound—
The crisp yellow leaves
Touching the ground.
A precious moment, I found.
In the sky, I saw
The healing of all wounds,
A softness the season crowned.
I remembered a heart
Once drowning in the pond;
I looked deep—now it was crowned.
I felt autumn, once in my life, profound.
The heap of leaves on a grassy mound—
I found no more puzzles that could make me confound.
I felt His love resound;
The majestic nature made me astound.
Written by
Mishquat Fatima
I am to find when in dark
The light of things can be found
Alike any broken heart
Where only pain can be unbound
Pain... unlike pain without wounds
Love... unlike love without hate
Music... alike music without tunes
Time... alike time to forever wait
Its being you never to be
It never is easy to see pass what you never want see
Like being an impossible me
Of yet an impossible you to possibly make we
Its the brightest... what you can find in darkness
And the darkest... what you found in light
The better company... to be found in loneliness
Then in company... when you choose to hide
Have you a mended heart?
Where pain were endured and unbound
Have you the light of your dark?
Is there not another darkness to be found?
take me to the edge of pain
that drowns the crowding thoughts
and builds my nerves on edge
to break in a cascading rush
draw out the gasps and shudders
turn the wrenching sobs around
in tandem to the breaths I breath
make this pleasure drag unbound
Melt my mind into your body
pour your music in my ears
and drip your scalding magic
on skin that tears so clear
bind these limbs that fought my fears
these wrist scarred with secrets sought
take my omissions into your heart
my body broken for your protection
tie up the world that spins around
all the daily in-consequences
so that once my heart is vulnerable
the walls we built are truly broken
melt this pleasure-pain submissive
into a safe word that shows your care
blend my psyche with forceful dare
but let my soul know your true intentions