the watery tree in between my domestically pale fingers
pulls down the strings
deep silence of an acoustic guitar is melting
can't you resist looking at the haze
could you if you rise from curiousness
one and only wind knows
how to mindly splend doors
then close the same
slippers breath
but the maze
has been forgotten
by the polish fairytale my mother,
my non-word-honest mother
used to whisper
when boulevards were in shadows creep
however scares me no deep
another fruitless day
alas, a buck unearned
uninvolved in the fray
nary a lesson learned
o time, where hast thou gone
where's the spring of my life
whence lovers embraced none
daily struggling in the strife
where, the hours in their haste
have transpired unbeknown
o, the chatter, what a waste
mindly doings of my own
seeking every worldly pleasure
as fleeting as they did turn
wasted o, that divine treasure
youth, begone, not to return
now as I become senile
my soul still youthful and bold
wishes it had seen the Nile,
the Seine, overseas lovers untold
an old man full of remorses
little wisdom, hardly lore
still battling the wild horses
fighter, warrior evermore
for when i stared at the roses
sadly saw with great dismay
how quickly life decomposes
how short is the month of may
then i failed to recognize
that time waits for no man
old age hasn't made me wise
perhaps. when i pass it can
Go lightly...not tightly
walking tall...into walls
Fall softly...in lofty
places...of graces
Share cares...and fairs
rains...and pains
Speak kindly...and mindly
Smile broad...and laude
When you shake...don't quake
In your eyes...no lies
To the little...teach riddles
and the old...just hold
Go lightly not tightly
Walk tall ....into walls
A summer evening lunges eagerly
Singing in an iridescent color
Trampling mindly, in quiet cheerfulness
While autumn, longing, cries thunder
In chilly night air, truculently
Daylight stands proud with present glow
Soon snowflakes will begin to fall
And angels dance in moonlight show
Quiet place
Incense lit
Candles flickering, heat on my face
Time for me to find my centre
Mind and thoughts to dismember
Crossed legged hands at rest
Eyes closed, breathing deep
Trying not to go to sleep
Concentrate in and out
Silence of the loudest shout
Thoughts they come, thoughts they go
arising fast and arising slow
Will the thoughts ever stop
Flowing out with every breath
Controlling the mindly death
Core shutting down self arising
Understanding redefining
Observation noise around
Super sensitive to every sound
Body aware, legs gone numb
Feels like I’ve lost my bum
Transcend these thoughts and cast away
Back to the inner self and try and stay
Still silence in misty grey
Bright light appears to stay
Peace flows, flooding my whole
Realisation Nirvana
Beginning the end, everything told
Eyes:Sparks fly on to the Pathway
Puddle:beholds a plethora of stars
Moonlight: twinkles in your eyes as tears drop
Night: deepens in more silence
Shadows: plays with it's own self
Wind:chimes as the dry leaves rustle
Flowers:spread it's own scent
A kiss : blooms in the courtyard amidst flowers
Sleeplessness: leaves as method in the madness emerges
Last night: colour reveal themselves in my dreams
Silence:makes it's own noise
Heartbeats:reverberate in a unfamiliar but touching strain...
Words:dance from my mindly nib on the page
Copyright © sashi prabhu |2017
My mindly nib
Traverses maps
Marking paths
Some beaten
Others unbeaten
Soles truge
Pebbles & mud
Dust & grime
Amidst serenity
Between dawn and dusk
With hope & humbleness
With aim & ambition
With simplicity & sacradness
My mindly nib
Traverses for me
Quinine stained papyrus
Sweating pathways
The road winding
The task uphill
On the ground below
Lies the unfolded
Plans of happiness
In my mind
Unfolds paths
To the world ahead
My mindly nib
Traverses maps
Marking pathways..
Giving is giving
bodily, mindly or Soully
snapped quite silently
The subjective mind,
mindly eye,center point
between our physical eye's,
objective of the subjective,is to
determine the difference between
...truth and error,
trial and tribulation period
in accordance with what's aright...
as the soul mediates the body and mind,
expanding consciousness in proper order...
object reality,is only the minds eye's interpretation,
whether developed or under developed,as
the object itself doesn't change,
it is what it is,as we learn it...
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