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Volcanic Eruption of a Soul

At times the soul gets clenched,
in an unspeakable grief.
In a demoniac grip,
it chokes and w r i g g l e s~
The pain of being stung by a dozen scorpions
or hacked piece by piece by an axe.

Tremulous grows the heart, over love that is spent,
Seeks in vain to revive the joy that is gone,
Strains to lift up the veil that d a r k e n s the soul, 
Wrestles to come out from the desolate cave of black solitude.

The more it struggles to wade through the mess,
the deeper it plunges into the morass of despair.

Clung on talons of excruciating pain, 
wailing a long wail of never being understood,
the mind goes berserk~
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Anytime the volcano might erupt,
emitting fumes of sulphurous smoke,   
with asphalt lava, spilling out,
blowing life with its violent breath.

God and Self

Self alone is, at the singularity point
Self-existent light beyond space and time
Renewing itself within itself, It itself does anoint

This Self as luminous heart, intuits love’s chime
Creating within itself a wave of pure intent
Fulfilled instantly, as is the paradigm

God, a golden sphere, grants consent 
The embryonic Self plunges into His heart
Now love enabled, exuding an ethereal scent

Moses divided the sea, that waters may part
But heaven is a unified eternal force field
Where no Self from God stands apart

Wondrous is the power God does wield 
Guardian of all lights, He is our sole shield

Time for Champagne

Like the course of bubbling rivers
Meander to the ocean's breast,
Never has my journey faltered,
Obsessed with where the sunset rests~
Perfection plunges to the sea...

Written Jun 12, 2025  for Nette's Abecedarian Contest

Colorful splashes

Splish splash splash;
It is a colorful blash;
A brown leaf floats in a bathtub,
Does a leaf make noise, I doubt!!!

Yup!!! A little colorful leaf,
plunges into the bath;
Makes a sigh as a sign of relief;
Soon, other leaves join the path

Spattering the drops, 
They do hop;
Here, over there,
And everywhere.

The leaves play, they giggle;
They spray , they wiggle;
They make fun, they relish;
O! I could be these leaves, I wish.

Hey! Wait!!!
How come the leaves look so cute!!!

Oh, they are Munias!!!
Scaly breasted Munias!!!
Like the splashes they splatter,
My worries they spatter

Cute little munchkin peers
Make me shed happy tears after years...


02-June-2025

Cross Currents

Stream gushes on
The rocky terrain
My boat plunges
In the whirlpools’
Spiralling anguish
Attrition perpetuates, time to get onto the sail
The saviors winsome winds of uplifting solace
Sanctum of stratified darkness freezes within
Time to paint patina of joy on petals of hope
The sky crumbles
On sands of time
Hues of rainbow
Rapture dissolve
I drown in the sea
Of boundless bliss
Enlightened I find
In the cross-current
The oneness divine
Illumined between
The supreme & me

BREAKFAST EGG

 BREAKFAST EGG

Thought reaches pinnacle 
plunges into its own mystery 
cracks open narrow self
an eggshell 
passes personal truth
into Cosmic Heart
region of Eternal life
this is all which is, was or ever will be
egg melts into One
time collapses
we eat it on toast
with salt and pepper
Time re-emerges

Sheep Will Be Sheep

following the flock
staying in line
most of the time

until their
death bell chimes
and the butcher
comes from behind

and plunges the knife
to end their life
as they knew it

They say that the truth
will set you free

but most people
wouldn’t see it
if you hit them on 
the forehead with it

swallowing the Kool-aid
because they were
told it’s orange
Gatorade

They’d rather take
lies as truth
and walk blindly
into the sword
of injustice

The Nature's Elixir

Water, transparent
 Pure, precious
 Gold in the presence of the sun
 It jumps over pebbles,
 Eroding its path
 Mustn’t we preserve
 This precious treasure?
The magical potion that quenches thirst
 With only a portion fresh
 Mustn’t we conserve
 This golden treasure?
As it drips down,
  It converts itself
A soothing sound that begs for help
  Mustn’t we save
  This great treasure?
It plunges down the falls,
  Dashing along the river
  Stops at the lovely green lake,
  Meets the vast sea at the coast
  Freezes at the glacier,
  Sprays at the geyser
  Mustn’t we retain
  This priceless treasure?


A part underground,
  The others brimming with salt
  A part polluted,
  Of plastic partly
  Mustn’t we protect
  This delicate treasure?
Provides pearls
  In its depth
  Offers hydration
  That makes us glow
  Mustn’t we guard
  This boon of a treasure?
Without the elixir of life,
  The day disaster rains
  Droughts and deserts pave their way!
Should the day not arrive,
  Mustn’t we help retrieve
  This shimmering treasure?

Comrade

O comrades here is a thought, the world may be two
    some ways open to discussion-true -or - false?.
 How if someone plunges let say into ocean may claim
  to touch air or see star or master or find the company
  of sunlight if he/she is to go through?.Oh!, yes, how if 
  someone gone to war aliter listen to the hustle and bustle
  on let say the streets or market day or may be a world's 
  HIV/AIDS day?.
  O comrades here I thought that both evil and good ways
   are each a perfect fret, whole culture,  I meant a way
   of life even tomorrow?.

The discovery of insulin- a lease of life for people with Type 1 diabetes

Was it Banting and Best,
Collip and McLeod’s feat ?
Whose efforts bore fruits,
And  ‘Insulin’ was discovered.
Or was it the Compassionate Creator.
Who really Sorted out the pancreatic mystery,
And Granted man the sense,
To perfect the pancreatic extract, 
That was injected to people with diabetes,
Safely and successfully !
A new era dawned in the history of medicine.
Many hopeless souls,
Got relieved and cheerful.
On being Gifted Insulin,
The  “lifeline” so much awaited before.
Since that landmark discovery,
Diabetes has witnessed many more breakthroughs.
Each one a lesson, to the faltering human.
Not to despair and to carry on the struggle,
Despite upheavals and failures.
And never to loose the trust on our ‘True Benefector’.
We should always strive keeping us upright,
And keep words and deeds like a mirror.
Kindling the dreary paths for others, 
And rescuing fondering hearts, from deep waters .
Ahead, Medicine has many more challenges.
Diabetes also needs more plunges,
Into the oceans of research and practice.
As in 1921, the insulin got invented.
May one day, “Diabetes” get eradicated.

This World

The world is savage, punishing and hard.
We experience more than we can bear.
While not a one of us comes out unscarred,
it isn't even anything like fair.
We long for a bit of recognition 
for precious things we offer up and share.
We all rate.  Life's not a competition.
There is little reason we must compare.
We all need empathy, we try so hard. 
When the world plunges us into despair,
and the life given us we would discard,
we must find someone on the earth to care.
A lake presided o'er by mystic elves,
this world is but a mirror of ourselves.

Midnight snacks

The beauty of the evening,
The blushing horizon in the west
I adore much the taste
Of sugary sweets blended
In the black coffee
In the mug of beautiful evening
Moistens my thirsty throat,
To alleviate an exhaustion 
After my daily affairs.

The glow of appealing eve
Freezes to the stark darkness.
Thin cover of Black Satin
 Sets nightly all over my body.
The cool and soft warmth
Of my subconscious body 
Spins the deep slumber.

My whole body are then senseless:
By the immeasurable beauty
Of my beloved.
Warming me up at a snail's pace 
Plunges to an iridescent dreams.

After having dinner, 
Nice reflection of  the glowing eve
Switches into gloomy night
I clean my hand and mouth 
And feel me cozy by the leftover
At the edge of my dinner plate
Midnight snacks sparkle
Like diamond inside the coal.

The midnight snacks
A few pieces of food desecrates 
As the complexity of my life
Tastes saline as the ocean water do,
Comes out frequently
Of my dehydrated throat
Something more pleasant savors.. .
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Resurging

I ask for all the pain,
My potential is bound in the chain,
I ask for all the struggle,
My wings caught in rubble.

I ask for all the tears,
More than my eyes bears,
I ask for all the challenges,
In silence my mind plunges.

I ask you to break my will,
At the bottom of the hill I lay still,
But I will make sure to rise,
For my dreams, I want to realise.

silent

 

over mossy rocks
plunges cascading water-
                      a bird drifts silent

We confess

From each node of form emanates divine bliss,
being of course benediction of God’s grace,
love’s heavenly caress, Divine Mother’s kiss,
rapture sublime, holding us in close embrace.
Our formless soul plunges into the abyss,
wherein of wayward ego remains no trace,
leaving pristine presence alone as the flame,
now affirmed as claim to fame, in life’s end game.

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