In my mind, preoccupation
Occurs from time to time.
One example is me trying
To make my words rhyme.
Beside my creativity
Exists a certain place...
So, I introduce to you
My video head space.
Often, fragments of cinema
Appear inside my head.
These can be triggered at random
Or thought of instead.
Television was a mentor
When I was much younger.
Its visuals and soundscapes
Would satisfy my hunger.
Countless hours would be spent
With eyes glued to the screen...
Mesmerized and memorising
Details of a scene.
Shots, action, and dialogue...
Played in repetition.
Looking back, I laugh because
I made it my mission.
Nowadays in times of boredom,
Speech or certain actions
Of a movie sometimes surface
In parts or small fractions.
I do not re-enact them
The way I used to do...
But still, my video head space
Provides me with brain stew.
Memorising scriptures was all in vain,
since symbolic words but addressed our mind,
whereas our soul wished to walk the terrain,
to vanquish demons of darkness that bind,
enabled on becoming love aligned.
Breath by breath thus, we chose to walk the talk,
mindfully sidestepping desires that stalk
and in no time at all, felt a bliss squall,
imprinting truth with indelible chalk,
revealing light of true Self standing tall.
Music has always influenced my mind
it was something way down inside
my musical girls I would see every night
full-size posters on bedroom, I could confide
Olivia Newton-John following on 'Country Roads'
I felt 'So Hopelessly Devoted To You'
having seen 'Grease' on many occasions
so 'Physical' it felt 'I Need Love' too
Kate Bush rises me on 'Wuthering Heights'
such a haunting voice makes me 'Wow'
follow this beau 'Running Up That Hill'
dressed in black so stunning wets my brow
Debbie Harry made me always 'Dreaming'
'One Way Or Another' was of Blondie fame
'Heart Of Glass' stunned me to 'Rapture'
this New York babe made me never the same
This was me in late teens to early 20s
effected musically by my poster girls
even now love their voices to hear again
just memorising fills me with thrills
(I am going back in time to write a poem about my music collection that affected your life growing up and they were my poster girls.)
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Salt and sea breeze rubbed against my skin,
The soul left my lungs to inherit it’s win.
I looked around and found aesthetics in the dark,
Captured in polaroids , memorising my own heart.
The reality is what I don’t allow them to see,
It’s covered in stardust, saved only for me.
It took me a while to realise what it meant,
How the waves swept , how dauntless i felt.
They’d hate you for what you’ve been,
Leaving the possible reasons unseen.
Forgetting all of what you’ve ever built,
Calling it a facade , giving you the guilt.
When the wall collapses, it destructs both sides,
Something they won’t know; they’re too busy counting the lies.
How do you teach the stars to shine in sun’s presence?
That’s when you walk away, accepting their absence.
Returning to your own skies, creating your own reality,
Understand that it’s a beautiful vitality.
Chasing a rainbow
Craving for respite in torrid weather,
Some rain that could tranquil drought;
Memorising festal times revered together,
Wondrous moments of numero uno brought.
Nothing could abridge my deep anguish,
How long and hard I must have tried;
Sadness or depression to distinguish,
Euphoric apparently I although pried.
Hidden beneath murky veils of dolor,
Tugged at heartstrings, the twinge;
Await wisdom spring in brilliant colour,
As I stand on a thin tender fringe.
How long will relentless waiting end,
Many tiring years have passed by;
How far made up joys can I pretend,
When life has lost its being of why.
Will go off the clouds, emotions burst?
Will lightening set dark mind aglow?
Will thunder crack the negativity first?
Anon, I might be chasing a rainbow.
Written October 31, 2018
For contest by Craig Cornish
Petrichor petals
float with departing zephyrs,
misplacing misunderstood messages,
whose true meanings are misinterpreted.
Mislaid memories
reflect on picture perfect puddles,
mentally memorising mistakes,
leaving behind a legacy of regret.
Painful passages
monopolise melancholic mind,
bittersweet swansong symphonies,
seduce soulful spirit into a sabbatical.
Pessimistic penitence
engraves on blank expression,
depicting disease, drifting to death,
nauseating numbness perpetually laments.
Silent One
Simple Musings
26 January 2018
Again a cosy snuggly night came
With some cosy sweet memories
Cosy memories reminding like horrible reminder
Reminding me conservative thinking of you
Still memorising ur name's alphabets
It's slaying inside part of my body
Cosy night again fooling me
Jerked me back...
How I wait of u in my porch
For one sweet glimpse....
Is that day come again??
Feeling like m coverd by ur arm
And in ur..I keep on relieving my pain
Enduring ur tightness
Broken pieces stick back
Memories are now loosing colour itself
black black black black..........
Body is under shroud drenched with unstoppable tears
Stop borne!!
Inevitable to know,riddle to the world...
We are Muslims,
we are Christians,
Jews and Hindus too;
Same blood runs in veins,
Made of same flesh and bone;
Same emotions,
Same love we feel;
God or Allah is same sense,
Word used differently,
In different worlds;
God Created humans
to live side by side;
Inscriptions say,
"Surrender to me,
And follow pathway I draw";
"Live for others,
Die for others,
And Feed the needy,
Live and let live";
Where have we lost;
Mistook guidelines,
Of God or Allah;
Reading and memorising,
Spiritual verses,
Two and five times,
Becomes the sign of excellence;
No text reading or worship,
Is worth,
Without bringing them,
Into own life;
Have we lost as human,
Defeated humanity,
For selfish avarice;
Purpose of spirituality,
Is only one,
"Live and let live"
© sadashivan nair
||A PHILOSOPHER'S SMILE||
yawning through the winds
hearing the whispers of the silent minds
drenching in the melody of songs
all of a sudden quivering eye lids…
alerting the possible threats!!!
walking through the tender hearts
Dwindling with the frozen snows
My mind singing a sweetest song of silence
All of a sudden hatred bellows trembles....
Memorising the age of cradle-hood
Enjoying the sea -winds
walking under the Elm Trees
peeping through the looking glass with a glittering shines
All of a sudden widely spreaded gloomy shades
On a lovely path
gnat's bites ; untrue slander ;
In a pleasant state
Slanging matches: Marks of envy's foot
Behind the cheerful smiles
poisons of jealousy : Bad intents
Under the helping hands
vigor of selfish : virtual raids
Within the closeliness
Pinching grief and pains
World of days and nights
skies of lights and darks
Life of joys and sorrows!
Finally a philosopher smiles
Pain Never Leaves
It screams out in agony when it goes unnoticed.
It demands to be felt by everyone.
No matter how much the body tries to reject the feeling,
It crawls through the skin like a thousand bugs finding food.
It comes to us by gushing out at the seams of our souls.
It punctures the heart until it shatters in a million pieces.
It demands to be felt.
It doesn’t truly ever stop until other emotions are fully decayed.
It spreads like a disease; memorising everything in its path.
We let it consume us because we think we deserve its presents.
It is like a guest who has ran out their welcome.
It demands to be felt.
It tricks the mind into never feeling anything else.
It immobilizes the bodies of the so called weak.
It is like the evil villain in stories that can’t be defeated.
It is dark gloomy days with suffocating snowfall,
lonely nights, and drowning thoughts.
It screams out in agony and demands to be felt.
Such explosions of love ecstatic
from fumbling youths and naive romantics.
In wedded bliss when passions flowed
two people alone in honeymoon glow
Flammable pleasure, ignitable moments to treasure,
we did love, we did fight, You and I.
Like awaited episodes of a reality show,
responsibilities began to gnaw as they grow.
The candle of love flickered with breath abated
claiming its due from fires deflated.
Though loving was tender still quick to temper
we did love, we did fight, You and I.
The children gone and the house deserted
alone again with our quality time protected.
A simple touch, a gentle nudge then smiling,
at such an age one mistake saw patience flying.
Eyes bleary, hard or hearing but recalling clearly,
we did love, we did fight, You and I.
The rocking chair now sways to silent music
only in the eyes can one realise, such beauty.
Smoldering fires of love and reined in emotions,
memorising every tryst with pledges of devotions.
Blessed with so much given and oceans of raw passion
in abundance we lived as God promised, His love unrationed.
still we hated, we had to fight, but we did love You and I.
Lost in life,
In an attempt at success,
Total confusion with every breath i take,
Living in an up kind of mood can be so, so memorising.
While living through a down is so, so much more horrifying,
Time wait's for nobody and doesn't slow my heart,
It still beat's as my blood flow's through my cold, cold body.
We all choose a path in life,
Mine was misery,
Since i made that choice everything else is history,
My mind throbbing with doubt,
Numb with so, so much pain.
That choice so, so long ago,
Left me filled with so much shame,
If i am so happy,
And destined to so many great thing's,
Then why am i in so much pain?