The meadow of my mind
dried desolate as the desert dune.
The mist of concealed passion
suspended with mystique opacity
in the sunk halcyon horizon,
waited for the southern wind
to surreptitiously blow
from the fervent sparkling sky
with your sequined charisma,
swathing the shades of my blue.
In the titular template of loneliness,
the secret motif of my longing
designed the lattice of desire,
carved the furtive image of my heart,
the quivering willow in the wilderness.
The dormant dreams blazed in inferno;
I breathed the ashen memory smoke
afloat stealthily in the sky of vacuity.
The design of desolation intertwined
the splinters of my desire icons,
flew on the trajectory of covert longing
to the clandestine corral of anonymity,
lay within the poignant crypt
as the skeletons in the closet.
Voracity not veracity mendacity groomer
Capacity for pugnacity is not a rumour
Rapacity of the seedy needy consumer
Sagacity no audacity of the baby boomer
Morality calamity stalks like a greedy puma
Tenacity but with no candour or humour
Opacity because their salacity is a tumour
Veracity is plagued by opacity
Mendacity has unlimited capacity
Cradled in fleecy white cumulus
Cherubs lie, cousins of sirens,
Seductively fondling their harps
Enacting a vision of heaven
For hope’s dreaming eyes to see
From the riverbank, gloomy grey masses
Are strung with gleaming white light points
Immensity nurtures the tiny.
A celestial vision of tinnitus
Admonishes who would look up.
The secret connection is softness:
Deceptive opacity no cradle
Divine prankster opens the trapdoor
Atmospheric perspective enabled
Unknown dimensions embrace
The mirror poses
with a strangers heart,
gazing in accusation,
Nameless.
Faceless.
An incarnation of pain
possessing the body,
And yet —
I reach.
For that obsidian glaze.
For the opacity that hides your face.
For a remnant of strength.
For salvation.
For something that still remembers my name.
Truth comes in one golden droplet.
You wait like a blind baby sparrow.
But mom can only bring a rubber worm.
Eventually the sweet droplet meets
the soul's red parched beak.
A lie frequently comes in buckets.
An endless deluge of infinite confusion.
A black thorned brackish delusion.
But a lie will collapse under its own weight.
Transparency always devours opacity.
In a realm of tranquil illusions, weary spirits find thrones of comfort,
Lives frozen in monotonous dances, dolls forgotten in the windows of dead time,
Middle-aged souls, ghosts of lost hope, nestle into routine,
The leaden embrace of stagnation promises them an eternity of divine peace.
Deep within the soul, fear sneaks in like an underground stream,
The fear that fragile order is a sandcastle, a vain illusion,
They retreat into mental bunkers, hiding their dreams and unspoken fears,
Hoping the walls of silence will keep change at bay, unspoken promises.
But time, a tireless sculptor, spins its chisel on the face of reality,
Each moment leaves a mark, a reminder of the ephemeral,
Stagnation is but an illusion, true life awaits beyond the walls,
Demanding the courage to step into the unknown, to emerge from labyrinths.
Between the walls of silence, souls sing the longing for freedom,
A yearning that pulses like a heart beneath resignation, beneath opacity,
Rays of light pierce through the cracks in the walls, reminding them of the river,
Life flows unceasingly, calling them to embrace their living destiny.
As darkness wriggled into every place,
The land was governed by a veil of silence.
The previous vivid life had left no trace,
All but some crickets singing in defiance.
The mortal realm stood petrified as though
Succumbing to the conquest of the night.
However, in the sky, a tiny glow
Was rather willing to put up a fight.
What a one-sided clash of force
Conducted by the rebel and the tyrant,
And yet a brutal one without remorse
Between the little David and the giant.
Oh, how alike we were, the lonely star
That dwelled in an unfathomed galaxy!
Though separated by a space too far,
We both possessed a common destiny.
We were the beacons of sagacity,
The last remaining citadels of light
Amidst the ocean of opacity
That wrapped the whole world in the depths of night.
I dreamt of growing
As I was drowning
life was blocked with stones
I was just a vessel that turned
Sincerity would bring love
I thought that's the rule of the world
I leaned on opacity with unsolicited words
I chose the disgrace with no rewards
The nights notched me with a sharp hilt
Days kept becoming dark till I quit
The days were filled with cold and looked so gray
Sometimes cant even remember the words and the day
A piece of paper wasn't the reason
Walked for miles with no destination
A part of me shielded all of the harms
I searched for love in the wrong arms
I became the center of the joke
How I left my life on the nook
I became a puppet of the show
The circus disgraced all my value
My soldiers were badly harmed
yet I sent them to combat
7 years passed
The war yet last
They didn't realise untill the end
How I kept losing for them
I achieved a death with no respect
I left the battle tired and refuted
I'm drowning yet
I accept my cruel fate
CHANGE
obvious
abrupt hiatus
distinctive
light
& shadow
contrastive
focussed
in
visible
autonomy
blurred
impressions
with
striking
effect
evolving
in
slight
elevation
subtly
subverted
in
fleeting
glimpses
dictated
by chance
OPACITY
phenomena
in distinct
contours
of
ornamental
simplicity
consolidated
in
controversial
conception
&
recollection
of repeated
quality
so consummate
&
finely drawn
contrast
uniquely
positioned
in a
genesis
of memorable
&
blissful feelings
accentuated
by curving
contours
announced
&enhanced
confirmed with emphasis
& enthusiasm
KOMOREBI
Pushing dense bush walking in pathless forest
under tree canopy, continuous.
At dawn sun rays penetrating at best,
torching dark tunnel , making luminous.
Sunbeams filtered by leaves and foliage
interplaying sheen and shade to astound.
Komorebi cast on dappled image
forming lovely lattice on forest ground.
Komorebi caused by leaf lamina.
Pretty patterns to adorn forest floor.
Sunlight is sieved by leafage patina.
Wonder and dreams of sunbeam to adore.
Morn glow of Komorebi ! End of night.
Dark shadowed tunnel on opacity,
finding flash of thin shafts of twinkled light.
Profound pure pristine tranquility .
When sunlight shines through tree in environ
Contrast of light and shadow to receive
on re-energised radiant ion,
Komorebi to charm at morn and eve.
She wears curtains in her eyes
Uses them like a surgical knife
Draws them closed each day
To cut and blank out her daily life
And she slides in the needle
That helps her to find
The matching opacity
Of her tortured mind
Her strength and her addiction
That gets her through each day
Of the life she has to lead
To find the money to pay
For the contents of that needle
So you think her eyes are dead
As you pass her on the street
Just two dull orbs in her head
And sometimes you may think
From her dull eyed stare
She’s not in this world but
In her own hell somewhere
And she nightly works the streets
Harassed, ridiculed, abused
And so many occasions
Just paid for and used
And sometimes for a while
Her eyes are opened wide
Until she slips in her needle
And relief pours back inside
And she resumes her life
As an underclass pawn
As those curtains in her eyes
Are closed and tightly drawn
Dawn arrived beleaguered
and redrew the peaks
across a bruised sky that churned
a displeased blue and pewter.
Soon lightening, a brilliant white
with titanium opacity,
crackled with scraunches
and screeches across the horizon.
Rain labored brutishly
against the grueling winds
savaging the already sodden,
soppy, soupy earth.
Multi-dimensional, phantasmagoric,
noctidial nightmare till, conterminally,
the broken sky refashioned itself
in vivid electric pink and tangerine.
weepy, faraway freak under
imaginary interrogation lights -
they sear into clandestine
melancholy
she has tried so hard to keep it concealed,
but water touched by flame cannot
pretend it doesn't boil
downcast eyes so they cannot sense
the well's depth and opacity -
mouth corners pinned into
a permanent grin -
don't let it twist to grimace
their careful words morph into the
dull hum of cicadas -
gripped by her hidden wreckage
her tears bubble up to the surface
deluge from the deep
Vanity and desire innately compulsive
distort the ethos of obdurate ego,
conditioning the vision to look at others,
for self-consciousness turns opaque layer.
Divine intervention in life reborn,
shreds the strata of opacity,
plain self-image escapes egocentricity,
gets transfixed within empathy frame.
In the hued horizon of the new life
the nascent sun of adoration rises,
paints all the pining hearts
with the perceptive colors of love.
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July 10, 2022
Contest : Ego Shorn, Here Now Reborn
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
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