Transmitted Poems

Zenith Of Godliness

The embodiment of unique sensual existence,
life is the construct of esoteric sublime elements, 
suffused supremely with the aspects of devout spirit
within the transcendent trinity of heart, mind and soul.

Beneath the sensitive surface of mortal perception, 
my heart resonates the silent cadence of inner intent,
modulated by the inspiring melody of awareness, 
that harmonizes with the concerto of awakening.

Under the multi-layered lattice of the architect mind,
the soul at the immeasurable meditative depth, 
where consciousness is the light of eternal truth,
enduringly reflects the preeminence of heavenly glow.

Beneath the serene facade of rippling feelings,
the benign mind transitorily builds sensory images 
on the fleeting screen of spiritual mindfulness,
transmitted inward to set the soul on divine flight.

Released from the psychic clasp of karmic destiny,
my essence transcends the limits of time and space. 
The intent to embrace the realm of perpetual peace
arouses my soul to ascent to the zenith of godliness.

I Am the Silence Between Stars

I do not knock.
I arrive —
like a whisper wrapped in thunder,
like dusk that forgets to ask the sun for permission.

I wear no perfume,
but the winds carry my scent.
No flag,
yet kingdoms remember me.

I speak in poems,
but my words are carved in stone.
Not to impress,
but to remind you
what stillness can awaken.

You may never touch my hands,
but you'll feel them in your spine.
You may never hear my voice,
yet you’ll wake up dreaming I whispered your name.

I am distance,
and desire.
The thought that lingers after goodbye.
The ink that won't wash off your soul.

And when you read this,
know this wasn’t written —
it was transmitted.
From the space between my breath
to the core of your being.

Projection

Did you think if we were a projection 
Transmitted via our displays
We were real while our perception
Carried us through the years and days
On the screen of a thousand faces
We did manage to see us, but then
Little did we know, that such cases
Can occur without any plan
We weren’t looking for someone, we were
Filling the gaps, posting stuff
Putting comments on pictures we shared
We’ve been courteous more than enough 
Till the day of the strangest conjecture
That perhaps simultaneously came 
Into our heads: this projection 
Is well known, and it has its own name
You said I love you with such grace
I dashed out with I love you too
Now there’s no time and no space
Gone is the projection we knew
Every night to your spirit I’m calling 
If you hear my calls, you won't say
Be assured, my love, I'll be falling
Into your arms one fine day.

I've been listening to your eyes

I've been listening to your eyes
And I heard of them recounting
A past life connected to an afterlife
Filled with love and passion
As they drown and succumb to the beauty
Of mysticism as it sparkles with the mystery of existence

I've been listening to your eyes
And in their poetic serenades
I felt your longing to merge with my fate
As you thirst for the divine as intensely
As I do and you can see, surrounding me,
A garden which never gets hit by lightning!

I've been listening to your eyes
And I've started to wonder
At how I could have been deaf all this time?
Was I following the instructions from the skies?
Or was I merely deluded, thinking that I am in an
Evergreen valley while it was just a photo stuck on a wall?

I've been listening to your eyes as
They glimmer with unspoken words which yearn to be said
I can see in them a million moons lighting up my dark confinement
I can see in them a hidden sanctuary which has not been explored yet
I can see in them, the contented smile of the Gods as they feel comforted
And this comfort gets transmitted to my heart
As it flows from your eyes into the lines of my secret diary!

Soulmate

Teasing eyes that I can never get out
In my reveries, they haunt forever
Voluminous euphoric feelings sprout
And engross my musings without sever

Spend time gazing at the infinite highs
Your enthralling phiz pervades the blue screen
Decipher the transmitted from your eyes
Profound silence beat the heartstrings umpteen

Enchanting voice resonates in my heart
Droops me into a hallucination
Wish to soar leaving the whole realm apart
Quiet moments with exhilaration

Take the stand of Lord Byron to admire
You, as it's the lone thing that I aspire

I Breathe Lies

Betwixt our deceptive connection
Lies told, to always end in
I’ll never have a profound perspective
As my skepticism results in your grin

When our paths crossed
Like two sailboats in a panoramic sea
I believed you were mannerly
Though, sprouted unexpectedly was your immorality

My standpoint was already set 
My conception was that you’d abet
To all the curves, bumps, and facets of me
Though you’d never devote to me
You’d only break me to debris

Every word transmitted from your “soul”
Carried no true sentimental worth
Yet I believed you, over my mind you had control
Desiring for your concealed lies to rebirth

Lies and gas-lighting were brought upon me
Despite your affectionate expressions
I thought truth be told, that I was free
But I’m now trapped under your early impressions

Doubting and doubting your false affection
Perhaps you don’t know how to express emotion?
But deep inside, I know that’s untrue
That I’m just someone to be used, at least to you

Though acceptance is quite challenging for me
I’m unsure of why I still trust you
As you treat me like nobody
Though these lies will forever pursue.

Zephyr

With spring's blossoms replaced by early leaves, 
The gentle zephyr sings a melodious tune. 
All the trees sway in rhythm, as if in harmonious league, 
While reeds and wild grass dance under the moon. 

Newly planted petunias and pansies, 
Unfurl petals each morning to greet the golden rays. 
Zephyr collects the scent of jasmine and roses, 
Spreading it through the universe in a graceful haze. 

The song emanating from the heart's deep well, 
Transmitted to a distant lover's ear. 
The reflection of a thousand suns in lake ripples, 
Creates a sight of beauty, so crystal clear. 

Zephyr, the messenger of nature's symphony, 
Carries melodies on wings of air. 
Its presence, a gentle touch upon our souls, 
Leaving serene feelings of its enchanting flair.

Janus Element

   


    Tendrils twist and dance, guiltless, unblamed, 
getaway vehicle, of the flame-
uncharged of previous transpyre, that's your game.
Like a serpent you shed your skin of the shame 
of the red-handed fire.
You greasy sleaze, you leave yourself lingering, 
advertising yourself on the byways,
but coy- like a transmitted disease.
Perhaps Prometheus will give you a place to lay low 
till things cool down. 
Maybe Haefestus knows what to do with your sort. 
I think you should go to Hades, 
for swaying every which way the wind blows, 
you two faced liar.
But wouldn't it also be fitting if you went back to Aphrodite's Temple and returned to those 
choking on the burnt offerings- 
of their lust-
choking out true desire.

Inner light

our true Self speaks
in soft reverberations
of magnetised silence

bliss ripples cascade
as echoes received
transmitted by God

identity slowly vaporises
bubble of delusion bursts
noiselessly in the void

pristine presence
free from fetters
rises like the sun

Pain That Transforms

Pain that is not transformed is transmitted
There is no gain in this—only frustration
This attitude will affect many!
Negativity will be your best friend 
So break free and understand that
Pain that is not transformed will be 
Transmitted in the wrong direction

You are above the storm
Because your story is not finished yet!

Sing a new song
You are strong enough
Let the pain be fuel
Because your pain will 
Allow you to help many!

Pain that is not transformed is transmitted
Therefore, understand your road to a particular season!

Copyright 2024

Cosmic vibrations

From a centreless fulcrum, bliss beats rise,
drawn from deep within heart’s innermost core,
transmitted to mind before the rhythm dies,
reflected back to soul, for an encore,
which obliges us since love keeps no score.
Auto-writing thus, the poems we pen,
requires us not to count from one to ten,
for music of spheres that flows by itself,
elates and levitates heart, mood pure zen,
connecting presence to our higher self.

I am Life

Calm oceans nap while facing the sun on the one hand
And raging waves readily release their pent up emotions on the other
Wild wolves search for a connection with the moon at nighttime
While goddesses furrow deep in their gods' chests, ecstatically in love

Singers fill the world with bliss
Shadows create thrills in our ponds
Poets rhyme with lovesick heart beats
And birds already know of the turn of events
Even if they sing in a language which we can understand not

Rivers flow in a single direction, guided by a muse of their own
Fairies write of their memoirs on the floor of the river beds
And aquatic creatures of all sorts dance to celebrate this ethos

Amidst this cyclical rhythm
My breath gets steady and peaceful
As I dive into the maze of slumber
And in there, I gather messages from the other worlds
As they get transmitted to me
Only to make of them pure and pristine white roses
Standing proudly in a glass vase on my altar

I am silence, adorned with a flowery crown
I am dawn, freshly awakened by dew
I am vessel, carrying messages from the nether
I am human, graced by the touch of mysticism!

Structures

STRUCTURES
intrigue
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informal
 voice
depend
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begetting
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Frolic Flush

FROLIC  FLUSH 


    On dusky evening you appeared unexpected . I offered you posy of lily shining in crimson glaze of my mind , instantly plucked from garden. That was the first and last chance to express my love. 
    Our lingering urge melted in ebullient mutual crave. Romantic glow of your
  emerald eyes shimmered , glimmered in placid blinks. Glory of your
   amorous glance reflected to get reciprocated, resounded  through my looks. 
   Me flooded in frolic flush of my feelings. I soared high above seven heavens. I felt tender  touch of your fingers while you took blossoms from my hesitant hand. Ardent ardour of that pearly passion transmitted tremor in lust.
  I yearned for capturing that auspicious moment crossing boundary of space time. I prayed to float ever and ever making pause on time flow.
 I wished  to continue time - bound happenstances on extension ignoring 
restriction of reality which is also relative.

Darkness An Open Form

DARKNESS
momnumentary
reflects
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a dark
inaugural
 variation
glimped
 beyond black
conveyed
 galvanished
in
dynamic signs
of
modulated light
fractious
configuration
dense
yet  prominent

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