EUPHORIC EPITHET
disarrayed sands
derive dislodged
from
timeless terrain
settle bemused
on
stratified shelf
of
languid life
disorganized
in
dismantled moments
of
petrified perturbation
trustworthy truth
on
ruffled ripples
of
disordered discontent
oscillates
on
bewildered efflux
of
delinquent dismay
as
metamorphosed elation
reveals tousled
real pretense
of
traumatic transmutation
of
disquiet mind
drowning disheveled
in
distraught nothingness
with
splintered leitmotif
of
embedded emotion
in
sensual sandcastles
on
shriveled shore
of
eroded yearning
where
psyche rises
shape-shifted
to
covert flute
of
passion symphony
plays music
of
ecstatic self
entranced
as
convivial concerto
resonates
the last refrain
of
melodic memory
as
transcendent essence
of
euphoric epithet
Let me fly into the skies,
Where the milky way lies.
Bed of stars hangs around,
Oscillates as merry- go -round.
Leaves one and enters into the other,
Just like stepping into a deep river.
Where to start and where to end,
What so ever but still looks pleasant.
Couldn't locate it's center and origin,
All ways look the same as the beginning.
Mysterious you are ,"I love and admire"
Sky looks happy to have you as its attire.
The sands of entropy in chaotic times,
settle on the shelf of the disorganized life.
In moments wafting with the dispersed dust,
the truth of belief in turmoil oscillates
in the ruffling surge of mayhem.
In the efflux of errant disarray,
everything changes in nonplussed instants.
The mystifying alchemy of metamorphosis
reveals the real façade of intuition,
reflectively masked.
In the squall of divesting consternation,
the disheveled mind in a state of confusion
splinters the leitmotif of emotions.
The confounded cascade of disquiet
drifts them to the misty oblivion.
Yet, when the palace of sands
on the shore of yearning tumbles down,
the psychic waves of feelings
break with the tune of fading ecstasy,
composing the music for the memory,
partly cloudy.
Being a mother is easily, the toughest job in the world -
Although it oscillates from "delightful", to "exhausting" to "thankless",
It is at most times, a demanding and overwhelming one.
Motherhood's main requirements are patience and love
Along with the ability to teach, discern, protect and nurture.
It needs a lot of resolve, to look into those pleading, mischievous eyes,
And decide when to give and when to stop -
How much to indulge, how much to restrict.
Rewards and recognitions depend on your perspective -
The feel of being wanted, the allocation of more work
And the hugs and kisses - these usually top the list.
The nature of work may change with time,
But the adventure never fizzles out -
It is forever, an eventful journey of learnings, joy and regrets.
It's only a mother who can swing beautifully -
From the joy of watching the child grow and spread their wings,
To the throes of getting detached from them.
Only a mother can process the mixed emotions -
From the heady rush of revelling in the child's joys,
To making sacrifices of her own desires and sometimes, health.
acknowledging dreams
wherein we are limited
feeling trapped, in anguish
even though the dream ends
when we wake up from sleep
the fact is for those moments
as both subject and object
as dreamer and the dreamed
our past tendencies precipitated
the images we lived through
dying of a thousand cuts
signals we wish to suffer
for there is no one else to blame
extrapolating thus
we recognise
that save in silence
we cannot be free
of cravings of our ego
both angels and demons
are thought constructs
in truth there is no-thing
save love and light of Self
with no-thing to seek
and nothing to do
we are at peace
in singularity
though we know this
attention yet oscillates
this is our dilemma
why not then
celebrate delusion
and thus become free
awareness oscillates
so renouncing ownership
resting both mind and senses
presence embraces vibrant stillness
remaining therein untouched
save by divine magnetism
as bliss in permanence
is gently so enabled
trapped in the open yet free within
our fickle attention oscillates
moment to moment
we waver in indecision
on where we choose to dwell
so invoking the power to bilocate
we opt to have the cake and eat it too
The chaotic times shake the sands of disarray,
settle on the stratified shelf of the disorganized life.
In moments moving with dispersed dust of perturbation,
the truth of trust oscillates on the ruffled ripples of disorder.
In the bewildered efflux of errant confusion,
everything changes in the cauldron of conundrum.
The mysterious alchemy of mental metamorphosis
reveals the fantasy façade of perplexing transformation.
In the disorderly squall of divesting dismay
my marooned mind is disheveled to a dishabille state,
splinters the secret leitmotif of the embedded emotions,
the confounded cascade of consternation carries them away.
When disparity develops from consuming closeness,
dancing to the music of mystifying maze makes no sense.
At the end of the day our riddled roads diverge disoriented,
I choose within ambiguity the one that takes me away from you.
Our differences are like pieces of puzzle called life,
I drift with no rancor out of the realm of extant enigma.
I won’t explore you if at night you become mystery aurora,
I’d walk on the pathway of my life the way I want, for it’s mine.
Through the Mists Of Time shines The Everlasting Light
Illumined by the Ethereal Torch of the Most High,
Forever, The Emerald Chalice Burns
Through the Ashes of Fetters, Ever-Upwards
Beyond Perils of The Lower Domain
A Golden Ballad, Such is "ONE" where Heaven Reigns
Upright, Up High, Past the Seven Gates
Beyond Seven Scintillating Lanterns held by Seven Saints,
Into Valleys of the Sacred The Eternal Flame
where Wisdom Oscillates like a Wise Sage,
there the Torch Bearers wield Banners Of Truth
that the Spark Within is Absolute,
To Infinity and Beyond, The Immortal Psalm
From Dust comes Light, From Light comes Dawn
The disordered sands of entropy,
churned by the wheel of chaotic time,
settle on the stratified shelf of the disorganized life.
In moments moving with perturbed dispersed dust,
the truth of trust oscillates in tumult
on the ruffling ripples of mayhem.
In the bewildered efflux of errant disarray,
everything rumpled changes in nonplussed instants,
except for the notion of change.
The mystifying alchemy of metamorphosis
reveals the real façade fragile
of the perplexing psychic transformation.
In the baffling squall of divesting dismay,
my mind disheveled in befuddled moments
into a dishabille state of confusion,
splinters the leitmotif of the embedded emotions.
The confounded cascade of consternation
carries them away to the abyss of oblivion.
Yet, when my castle of sand on the shore of yearning
tumbles down in a clutter of dispersed debris,
in its disorientation I discover discombobulated
the emotive flute of dormant feelings,
play the tune of unfazed ecstasy,
making the lucid music of mystique memory.
attention oscillates to feel contrast
it’s a unique offering of this earth realm
we see how dream forms spread their net
serpentine spirals that tend to overwhelm
we plunge in but don’t get our feet wet
events precipitate
deemed as irritants
by ignorant ego
but true self within
is joyous and aglow
attention oscillates
but soul has chosen
it becomes the flame
of bliss in renewal
heart’s claim to fame
The sands of entropy the wheel of chaotic time churns,
settle on the stratified shelf of the disorganized life.
In moments moving with the dispersed dust of perturbation,
the truth of trust oscillates on the ruffled ripples of disorder.
In the bewildered efflux of errant disarray,
everything rumpled changes, except for change.
The mystifying alchemy of metamorphosis
reveals the real façade of perplexing transformation.
In the disorderly squall of divesting dismay
my mind is disheveled to a dishabille state,
splinters the leitmotif of the embedded emotions,
confounded cascade of consternation carries them away.
Yet, when my castle of sand on the shore of yearning
tumbles down in a clutter of scattered debris,
in its disorientation I discover the dormant flute of feelings,
play the tune of ecstasy with the music of memory.
That
we are
cognisant
at this moment,
within this matrix,
is all we are sure of,
since even if it’s a dream,
attention held in time quanta
embraces and releases life’s pulse,
being movement of objects in space-time.
Knowing that our awareness oscillates,
even dying out during deep sleep,
we should not exist, yet we do,
which compels us to infer,
that form is an object
and we are formless,
feeling by touch,
realm dual,
here and
now.
THIRSTY
My thirst oozing with champagne in goblet
Melting into our mutual craving
Following indigo line on sunset
Misty dusty dusk, sky is engraving.
The tingling tremor, the lingering urge
Watching dormant desires being drowsy
Effervescence of love cascades to surge.
Amour oscillates somnolent dozy.
We float and sink in pearly passion
Dear , come closer! My most precious gem!
Memories of our love are in procession
Our ethereal unison to claim.
I am yours you are mine, fledged forever,
In Earth or Heaven, joint endeavour.
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