Short Throb Poems
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the sound of silence echoes more...
than all the noise of loud uproar
Date: 04/26/2021
Submitted for: Paradox of Life Poetry Contest
Sponsor: JCB Brul
Heart Throb
I slurped at the buttery sauce.
It dribbled corner to corner.
I said “Serve it at bed
With fatty pork and bread-
And hide it from the coroner!”
8/29/2020
edited 9/02/2020
Spiralling around in pattered grooves
Oblivious to throb of bliss that within renews
Immersed in delusion discontent
Strangely yet hoping on for happiness permanent
Go in oh hermit into the heart
In bliss as ignition within each moment restarts
30-September-2020
Bliss throb heightens, as we look on
Awareness self-aware
Each moment die and are reborn
For life, nary a care
Our attachments recede
To God, our will we cede
Erst ferality weed
Aura brightens
Bliss throb heightens
24-August-2021
Quietus
Hermit! Embrace, hold and release with ease
Allow vibrant bliss within to renew
Flowing with nonchalance; a gentle breeze
Hermit! Embrace, hold and release with ease
Recognise ego as cause of disease
Each moment pristine, like the morning dew
Hermit! Embrace, hold and release with ease
Allow vibrant bliss within to renew
17-January-2021
Delusion being merely stagnation by indulgence in narrow cravings of the ego, which once we forgo by polarity rotation of awareness energised attention, our unclinging stance of free flowing innocence, vitalises & rejuvenates the core of our being in stillness sedate.
Spake the Kybalion
Ancient Hermetic wisdom
Flow with the current
15-August-2020
Orientation free flowing
Heart gently glowing
Simplistic acceptance
In trusting innocence
Of all that is as is
As a joyous fizz
A spacial emptiness
Dawns blissfulness
As a magnetic pulse
Everywhere at once
In celebration spontaneous
Bliss ecstasy continuous
Consciousness transmutation
To this new orientation
An ever present stillness
07-August-2020
Haibun: Man and the Bird
Something is opaque in the sky; he cannot read it. There has been some throbbing in the heart for quite some time but he is mentally uncertain about the emotion behind it. He is thoughtful between any action or inaction.
eagle’s direction is fixed
wings closed, it dives into the lake-
a fish dazzles in its talons
© Aju Mukhopadhyay, 2020
draped zeal dripped
smoggy crest clipped
callous crest squashed
training taunted trance
felon feelings fiery
licking lanky crisp
punctured passion pressed
met mystic press
moaning pressed' press
haughty zeal hankered
sane seal smothered
voluptuous veil angered
porous pasts absorbed
moaning memories' throb.
'20:03:14:11:26
Note: Dedicated to Socrates.
heart has
always been
a great pump
this I learnt
when I was
in school
but the
truth still
remains
unknown.
I have seen
the hearts
of cadavers
how thick
and cold
their flesh
were
but the
truth
remains - my
heart-throb.
though little
truths do
people know
about heart
yet more and
more of my
heart-throb
I know
but the
truth is -
it's more
than an idol
to me.
Cave within the heart open
Silent stirrings have us shaken
Boundaries blur in silence
Is-ness thus in continuance
Unknown pathways come alive
To the rhythm of bliss do jive
Awareness simply flowing
Form in resonance glowing
Empty within as a hollow shell
Divine shaping us on the anvil
As we devoid of resistance
Imbibe the nectar in innocence
Give it any name
But we are no longer the same
01-August-2020
You are now dead, but
still in my head.
What should I do?
You kind of reflect in my eyes
when I close my lids.
The deceased can't talk, but you do in my ears.
What's happening? It's so weird.
My throat gets dry when I swear
I will let throw you out from my brain.
My veins throb when I say, 'I don't want you.'
Is this a video game or someone playing a prank?
Am I brave that I still battle with a soul?
Or will I find peace, or will it shatter me into pieces?
Joy,
Sorrow;
Both cyclic,
As is all else
In the external.
Simple recognition
Of a pulse in renewal,
An open secret in plain sight,
Compelling us to explore within:
Inner sound current, divine light and bliss.
The pathless path thus begins with a thirst,
To see the truth clearly in plain sight.
Resting instruments external,
Distilled attention flowing,
Devoid of resistance,
We go in within
In surrender,
To behold
Vibrant
Bliss.
20-October-2020
Beat about the bush no more, oh hermit!
Listen to the voice of silence within.
Ignition in renewal, pulse perfect!
Simply go in! Rest imagination.
Shed off oh hermit, all inhibition!
Thirst for God connect, is all that it takes.
Handle all ego urges, which calm shake.
Rely always on divine assistance.
Opt for love alone and ego forsake.
Be free and joyous in divine parlance.
03-December-2020
(Acrostic Dizain)