The devout words coming out of my mouth
distil the reverent echo of the sanctified soul.
My devoted plea opens portals of supreme spirit
where I discover the accepting arms of the Lord.
You kindle the consoling candle of salvation,
show me the nirvanic light in dark alley of strife,
give me the strength to boldly bear till the end
the pernicious pangs of the tormented life.
Oh, Lord, my humble words of deep dedication
flow from the pious core of my meditating heart.
I pray, hold me in benign arms of divine redemption
when the destined bell will toll for me to depart.
Categories:
nirvanic, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
her ethereal gaze tucked me into nirvanic waves
tore me asunder amid quixotic abyss and seraphic throe
I harvest pearls from mollusks in swimming oysters
strip it in kaleidoscopic iris fiercely fleeced mote sand
pearls evolved into a sumptuous elixir necklace
a seashell conceals a jewel-like hair as dark as obsidian
pristine girl with a pearl necklet and mellifluous voice
with her smile flings delicate pearls
her eyebrows cling to me beckoning me near
abrim with tears cleansed her azure iris
I tidied her sylphlike trail some sobs stuffed a cup
It soaked roses threw daffodil pearls bit jujubes with hail
hence my previously sealed heart thawed
a phoenix in its zenith sweeps me to skies
In a cosmic splay studded with stars I dwell
her wispy eyelashes distract me from her gaze
she eviscerates dumbfounds me with dark detritus
may my love ram-raid and induce her to ponder again
Categories:
nirvanic, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
an atributeless magnetism self-existent
makes its presence felt within form
transcendent now immanent
is felt as bliss mist warm
bliss transmutes as peace
like a chameleon shape shifting
nirvanic state surpasses understanding
truly a happenstance that is soul uplifting
Categories:
nirvanic, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
In the wasteland of the lonely life,
clutching all my desolate desires,
I walk on the tormenting trail of strife,
suffering, I am lost in the maze of utter mire.
From the serenity of the sapphire sky
where the blissful birds fly free and sing,
for the shackled soul of mine the bond I'll untie,
the placid essence of nirvana I’ll bring.
Released from the karmic destiny,
I’ll transcend the limits of time and space,
set my mortal being from cyclic existence free,
the patina of pristine peace I’ll embrace.
I’ll see the petals of my soul unfold,
bloom the divine flower, I’ll discern.
The beauty of the heavenly horizon I’ll behold,
where I’ll be gone, not to ever return.
Categories:
nirvanic, life, peace,
Form: Rhyme
‘Twas in the spring we met just you and I;
our love then bloomed and took off to the sky,
and floated ‘mongst the clouds that drifted by
as we enjoyed a new nirvanic high.
And like a fantasy it set us free;
in reveries we soared across the seas
to white sand beaches lined with mango trees
that ever gently swayed in ocean breeze.
We spent our summer lost in paradise
while sipping Captain Morgan rum on ice,
and passions never ceasing to entice;
just you and me and love, Babe, did suffice.
But time, relentless time, has cast its spell;
there’s no escaping younger days death knell,
like pebbles falling down an empty well,
and echoing the age in which we dwell.
Although our days of youth did now expire,
our love still strong and filled with much desire.
We have our memories that never tire,
as now we’re sipping cider by the fire.
November 18, 2018
Categories:
nirvanic, love, romantic,
Form: Rhyme
Once within a break in brambly fields
something stirred its fearful head in sleep:
Though it be woman or child, work or vision
something that dares not hold me in derision
But till that lingering day bares your face
with prating breath I bide my bane
And even as I clear the brake, shift the trunks
hosannas crop up before you every dawn.
And someday as I have you in my arms
in osculation's brimming nirvanic bliss,
May I not then turn away empty handed
though warm in your inane atmanic face
Then as I wend my kindly way down the road
pitch my tent on this terraqueous matter-mind
Should I then go looking for my immortality
through doors that are forever locked to me
Or could I then lie upon nescience' impervious skies
upon some smoky grass unmapped or husbanded
And hear the awakening cries of spring born trees
then get up to wind my way to some factory blast
©: T. Wignesan, 1957 (from the collection: Tracks of a Tramp. Kuala Lumpur-Singapore: 1961)
Categories:
nirvanic, life,
Form: Lyric