I do not remember the text from which I had experienced the first manifestation.
But when I open the eyes
I was going out of the duress.
When the temple door opens,
those who rush to the front line are unconfident.
As the front and rear lines are with same distance, who is getting succeeded at this gallop.
Divine spirit rejuvenates senility.
The most beautiful song of love could be seen in the eyes of divine lover.
Others begin their prayers; and peregrinate in search of temples without having an insight.
Wouldn’t you withdraw your hand when you draw the tears of a blind thinking it is light?
The sanctuary and the God is being encircled with questions of mankind.
Haven’t you given me acute disease?
Hadn’t you given me a mortified birth?
Made me an indignant one?
Did you not bring down my yesterday’s profit?
Your nemesis thrown us into malaise
At that time, a smile blossomed on God’s face which was a sight for sore eyes.
Thyself Peregrinate seeking recomforture
Sheltered not by structure
But as warmth from love
Faith in thy prayer
Assay provide enough
Gods gift to prithee
Use thy gift thou must
I move around place to place , seeking comfort.
Sheltered not by structure.
But as warmth from love.
Faith in my prayer, to try provide enough.
God's gift to please .
Use My gift I must .
Desultory thoughts drift round hazy aura,
swiftly flipping folios mottled by time.
Tattered snapshots emanate sadness and joy,
yesterday’s archives.
Softly creeping reveries sashay feelings,
forming ever imminent fervent cravings,
tender written curlicues of hope and love,
harvested daily.
Peregrinate dreams glide through lucid portals,
traverse leas of ravenous risky passion,
driven by pure avarice changing values,
forging tomorrows.
Not for contest
09.03.21
when we fall down
like outcast shadows
upon the ground
... do we have the strength
to lift ourselves
to stand back up
to fight back
as we peregrinate alone
in yesterday's footsteps?
i watch the hummingbird
and find solace
in his movement
his ability to fly
in fierce winds
that knock me down
his freedom
to come and go
as i am locked
within this domicile
unable to move
with the same ease
as him
i watch the flowers
weighted down
once again with frost
as they struggle to stand
in the grasp
of the incomprehensible
frigid may air
i feel more like them
stifled with the expansion
of stale air
gasping for more
than offered
or allowed
wondering
what is to become
of that flower
if the warmth of sun
never comes again
or what will become
of you, or me
if we can never be
as we once were
are we to be
a society of shadows
forgotten in the footsteps
of yesteryears
...and blend
with darkness
forevermore
May 6, 2020
I am a hodaphile of these ways and
this is the journey of my life ,
moving on a straight road of time,
to reach somewhere far apart,
away from this world so far,
in the world of my dreams,
to reach my destination,
with nothing to speak ,
with nothing to listen,
just moving on to reach my destination,
singing the aubade of my life,
suffering from hiraeth but
still moving on in a sonder mood,
still long miles to cover,
there is no time to peregrinate,
remind me the winds that are passing by,
these trees ,pebbles and stones
can only understand my novaturient ,
make me realise toi-et-moi are all wayfarers of this journey,
wit these roads the only companion who can feel my resfeber,
I am a hodaphile of these ways and
this is the journey of my life
moving on straight road of time,
to reach somewhere far apart,
away from this world so far,
in the world of my dreams ,
to reach my destination,
with nothing to speak,
with nothing to listen,
just moving on to reach my destination ,
where I can find the ultimate peace of my mind.
to quell the voices that
speak incessantly
about the negative
this must be a herculean lift
above the skull
so that the daily endeavors
become quiet and functional
unfortunately,
there are too many dumpdicks
who can't stand
to make it enjoyable
or easy for the rest of us
who try this
you may have a good day
internally
and
some shat eater
decides you look like a fun pounching bag
mentally
physically
then you're in the mix
of the blender you hate
only because
you want to move through to some
peace
in your life
despite accidentally being in their
cro-mag presence
cross fire
some asslick
wants to make your dream
never occur
so now you must deal...
why?
is it
the juxtaposition
that makes for afterthought
when action is required?
now what?
walk through
because one does peregrinate
through new mine fields
with bloody hands
and bad dreams
of the mind
if that's not all
that's given
this is why are we always thinking of love
and
different approaches
to existing
in this life...
we need help ...
new ideas are pure
pure lifts us
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