Pulsates Poems | Examples

Our Effervescence

The Big Bang sound vibrates in the universal core,
pulsates in harmony with the concerto of the creator. 
The elements of His presence is ingrained in our souls,
interconnected by the common threads of awareness.

Everything crafted drifts in the stream of continuum
that cascades with the music of love in our hearts.
By one universal melodic chord we all are bound,
from one cosmic harp all the prime rhythms ripple.

The heavenly infinite network of unique oneness
encrypts the unifying divine algorithm of our being.
Suffused with unbound flash of the godly galaxy  
our souls perceive the universal acuity of divinity.

As the karmic design aligns with the absolute
the pristine petals of the awakened souls unfurl,
blossoming the heavenly flower of love. 
In its fragrance floats the grandeur of His grace.

In the sacred sanctum of timeless tranquility,
embraced by the seamless sky of His benevolence,
the liberated souls merge with the devout wholeness, 
flies free impelled by the effervescence of salvation.

Zen mode

third eye pulsates
seeking our applause
we put such appraisals 
immediately on pause

delusion of grandeur
taunts of ego
the time is now
to completely let go

Zen mode

magnetic heat rises at the palm centre
orifice at open fontanel pulsates
each pore is a door for bliss mists to enter
we get to a knowing that transcends debates
heart is quiescent since God is our mentor
Who with love and light body cells decorates
the aim of the game is to become the flame
as the light that lights all lights that has no name

Zen mode

our fontanel pulsates
we pause to listen
to whispers of God
sensed as bliss strobes

love’s embrace tightens
our soul yields
breathing in the elixir
of heavenly delight

Zen mode

just below the jugular notch
living sphere of God glows
it is the singularity point
wherefrom all life flows

true it is third eye pulsates
with crown taking pole position
witnessing all nodes of form dance
merging with God remains our mission

Zen mode

third eye pulsates
we stay with it
simply present
in the current

God’s disc of light
hovers above
there is no hiatus 
in influx of grace

Just a dream

It was just a dream but I have a headache from tears I never shed. 
It was just a dream but my breath is racing. 
It was just a dream but my heart is still thudding in my chest. 
It was just a dream but the pain still pulsates throughout my entire body. 
It was just a dream but I still feel their hands on me.
It was just a dream but I still hear the echoing of their whisper. 
It was just a dream. 
It was just a dream. 
It was just a dream but why does it feel so real?
It was just a dream. 
It has to be just a dream. 
Please let it just be a dream…

Cadence Of Moonshine

The luminous crescent of shining silver sliver ascends
with silent slither on the satin slope of the sapphire sky,   
entices the cadence of dancing sequins sprayed by nebula,
pulsates through the phosphorus glow of the argentine night.

Rhapsody rolls on the waltzing ripples of the rapturous river,
performed in the ballet of myriad floating flakes of the moon.
Celestial flecks of your charisma cascade with ethereal lilt, 
flood me in the torrential tide of immersing emotion.

The euphoric moon slices spread on the ebullient river,
I hold one in a cup of still water in the palm of my hand.
Beneath the mystique shroud of the stardust sheen
I perceive the esoteric essence of love laced by lunar lure.

In its tranquil depth I drown the dregs of my despair,
torrents of fervent joy flow in serpentine course from you. 
The ripples of allure dance on your smiling face in beguiling air, 
flicker the shimmer of my soul with the cadence of moonshine.

Zen mode

guru chakra pulsates
grace in-pours
invisible yet remain
our mentors

glimpse is offered
of light of Self within
God calls from heart
we plunge in therein

orifice at fontanel
hums with potent power
bliss from it in-pours
blessings that empower

Give me the Rhythm

Stream of life pulsates boulder to boulder 
sometimes so quiet and sometimes so loud
sound of heartbeats get older and older,
symphony of birds  in the Evening cloud.

While the Moon is resting deep in my heart
sky of my dreams roll tumultuous waves.
Hope in  thunderstorms embraces restart 
in stars and fate together, boundless craves.

Without an umbrella, I walk in rain,
as fragile leaves salsa in joyous sway  
Rippling lake mirrors oak trees in a chain  
rhythm of graveyard, memories  in array.

Only when butterflies flip-flap in tandem,
It's Pure Joy...give me the rhythm that's random.


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Zen mode

fontanel pulsates
toroidal heart sings
the guru chakra speaks
in strobes of silence 

the signs are there
the mark is etched
recognised by those
who have eyes that see

Tune Of Pain

Inspired by Prince Roger Nelson's song : When Doves Cry


Grey clouds hover over my wasteland, 
the desert languishes in the heat of craving, 
deprived of the tuneful rain, 
until you arrive with drizzling breeze.
In your pulsating embrace
my heart’s oasis resounds 
with the symphony of desire.

As the pristine patina of radiant roses 
flushes your crimson cheeks,
rhapsody of longing wraps 
the mesmerized meadow of my mind.
The cadence of your intimate heart 
pulsates within mine, 
I float in the ether of euphoria.

I fly with open wings in your sky,
a storm from nowhere tears me down.
You don’t care for the injured bird,
I hide my pain within me,  
clasping the broken heart
within the collapsed wings 
I desperately curl with mournful sigh.

My tear drops roll unseen for you 
on the trail of melancholy,
where I hear the enchanting echo 
of the songs we sang together once.
The tune now resonates like
when doves cry.

Octaves of love

of the chakras seven, where energies play
prior to refraction of the rainbow’s hues
the zone where polarities commingle
glows God’s light in heart’s womb

light of a star, viewed from afar
the bubbling joy of children at play
building sand castles on the sea shore
soul’s smile at morn when stretch and yawn

pristine snow flakes mark birth of empathy
enabling us to hold the hand of a beggar
the agendaless vibrance of innocence 
hastens to forgive errant brothers

coming of age, compassion dawns
the robe of a pope, the symbol of purity
recognising underlying unity of the universe
love’s luminosity expands beyond all horizons

bliss magnetism pulsates in mind-body prism
we become love’s flame that has no name 
touched by spirit our eye is now single
pulse mirroring heartbeat of God

Zen mode

the Bindu point pulsates
wherefrom soma nectar flows
the pathways magnetism navigates
a secret God alone knows

we are but a receptor
recipient of divine grace
bliss pierces each body vector
in mode release and embrace

there is nothing to clarify
about the slow motion burn
wherein we see ego die
here now in mind-body urn

sublime sanctum

sea of life
pulsates on passion waves 
         sapphire serenity drapes its depth
I sink slaked
within the submerged soul
          search for the sublime sanctum

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