Blossoms Of Spring
Like cherry blossoms,
let's also be reflectors
of Spring's peace and love:-
We will build our "Mars Voyager Spaceship" on our Moon.
this Spaceship can only be built on our moon, for weight, size soon,
we will power this craft not to compromise...
with Space-Based Solar Power Equipment...
technologies we now have on Earth...
Since clouds, atmosphere nighttime is absent in space,
satellite-based solar panels magnificent...
would also be able to capture while transmits substantially
more energy than terrestrial solar panels...
reflectors also a microwave or laser power transmitter, continually...
directing solar radiation onto huge solar panels, attached,
on our 'Mars Voyager Spaceship'...
these panels convert solar power, wa-la...
into either a microwave or a laser, then beam uninterrupted power
all our way to Mars Ta-Da
Both liberation and bondage
The touch of love and acts savage
Sensed at the centreless fulcrum
Where no mind-body battles rage
Our soul, in this here body prism
Once aligned with love, leaves no chasm
Nestled at God’s feet, bliss replete
Bliss bursts at our sensorium
Head melds with heart, at the love seat
Greeting each face we chance to meet
Truth dawns without aid of mirrors
Savouring soma nectar sweet
In joy imbibing bliss tremors
All are love and light reflectors
Luminous in the vibrant void
Delighting in bliss borne shivers
14-November-2021
The sun’s become our enemy;
It’s something to avoid
And sitting without sunscreen
Can make someone paranoid.
In younger days we basked outside,
Reflectors set in place
To catch those rays, which guaranteed
A tan we would embrace.
But now the dermatologists
Give warnings we must heed –
With unprotected skin we will
Get cancer, guaranteed.
I’ll follow this advice
But it’s okay; since I have grayed,
I much prefer when I’m outdoors
Relaxing in the shade.
beady eyes...darting
here and there... angst-reflectors
unpaid prairie guard
yellow lines
on black roads
dividers reflectors
broken white eggs
limbless man crossing
the road in heavy traffic
blind is leading the dog
breathing machine stopped
i am awake
good morning
sep 16 2016
6.51 am
If there were mirrors walking along with us at every step
We would be trudging into the dungeons of our own ugly shadows
Like devils they would wallow us up every fleeting hour
Consuming us in our reflectors of glittery emptiness
But we live with artistically gilded mirrors to flatter our egos
A smile curls up the lips as the eye meets itself, a tryst with narcissism!
(First submitted on May 13, 2016)
For Rob Carmack-Screwed 14
June12, 2016
The researchers say, wandering mind is sign of unhappiness,
Should I conclude by writing that poets are unhappy people on earth?
But without them world may not know what real happiness means,
They are true reflectors of happenings around us, are they not?
A poet takes you from real to ideal world
A world where people may peacefully dwell
Where heart attains purity of thoughts
And mind reaches its zenith unsullied
A picturesque world that eludes
Relations that pester our present
Norms that sets unprecedented limits
Poet undertakes everything with courage.
Stop complaining about their existence
They congregate situation with thousand dimensions
They confirm with valor, the melting hearts
They leave you to ponder unseen paths.
T’is not any man’s wish to commit error,
For out of it borne terror and horror.
Every man’s wish is to be a conqueror.
To his seeds, fine-reflectors like the mirror.
To every child, every Dad is a juror.
Sworn to an oath of allegiance as a carer.
T’is every man’s wish to be a conjuror,
Not a staged sorcerer –
But one to lit smile on your face-make you a great scorer.
White bike
spray painted
by dad
but the spoke rattles
and hot pink reflectors
were all hers
heard and seen
she made sure
but when I last
saw you
when we last spoke
we were nine
The whispy silver strands that grace the morning sky
Are reflectors of the sun at early sunrise
It constantly changes the scene with radiant surprise
Like a catalogue page of shirts of different tie-dye
What a delight, how can I choose just one
For each second produces glorious morning delight
Filling my being with each new colorful sight
The crows, roosters, crickets each sing praise to Son
(Quatrain with internal rhyme.)
If and then only to remember
Forget not the lost lonely specters in gray ember
Passing by eerily, still passing by
Loose tendrils of humanity… fly away fly
You see me not in your beautiful haze
Skirt around; walk around in a heady daze
Failed recall of the twisted steel connectors…
Unburdened bliss, unaware that we are reflectors
Of a life so possible and just inches away
From all that you think you have, safely on your way
Back from this journey to the dark side
So easy now within your comfort to hide
Passing by carelessly, still passing by
Soon you won’t see us….and not even wonder why