Before thought–the heart: a struck bell's hum,
in the chest's dark chapel. No word. Only thrum
that echoes the void where meaningwill climb.
Is this the soul's raw conference? A draft.
of prayer–unwritten–lifting like a raft
on some deep tide. Not speech. Not yet. But chime
of nerve and grace. Mind fumbles, blind, to trace
this pulse–intent–before it wears time's face.
The vibration: God's fingerprint, half-dreamed,
still tuning the harp of the unsung.
Blood of gems
crosses the tides
a fractured tremor
of a weary river
fog of marrow
diluted by tremors
spines chained
to the edges of a coral
sinking deep
stones upon a shore
that quivers
and the body hears
only
a wave
mute
that carves.
we felt a tremor
we always knew would simmer
did become dimmer
How could you be so unforgiving,
After the reasons she had given:
For all her blushes, her clear tremor?
Your pardon, now would be her armor...
She would want to leave and still live
So, the Hot Words you have for her sieve;
I had heard it said "To err is human"
Lately, found out Chief Culprit: woman...
What's it again priest voiced in parish?
"Those who failed yo forgive shall perish".
Soft,
gentle
soul tremor
steers attention
inwards to our heart,
beseeching we entwine
both our body and our mind
with the throb of bliss pulsating
at our core, akin to our heartbeat,
being rapture that does not ebb away.
Bliss in permanence is fact not fiction;
God's current always tingling within,
which is cognised when we are still,
having rested thought flow din,
whereupon the bliss flame
reveals it's fragrance,
transforming us
to become
living
light.
06-October-2022
Against her conquering glamour
I wear my steely armor,
Self also defending against rich humor
With a face of Cancerous Tumor
While my pals she shakes with a tremor
That hardly spares a good femur
Like The Kingfisher did and I fell for Seymour
And till today for the story clamor!
Yet, my eyes sometimes flash The Glints
In Endlessly Reckless Yours
Their messages in a hard print.
A seductress exploits their flaws
For imprisoning a guy in her baiting arms
Or spinning round his misbehaving palms …
Either way to not go in his favor
Nor same showcase as True Endeavor.
Bliss tremor, a constant current
Humming in the background
Love expressing it’s sentiment
Rising to the foreground
Ours, if we but allow
Cadence of joy follow
In staid stillness mellow
Soft murmur
Bliss tremor
02-October-2021
The stumble
The fall
The rise
Shock
Anguish
Surprise
Day and night
Play of delight
Seeker seeking
The unknown
Seeds of desire
In heart sown
How do we journey
Along linear time
Hark, oh hermit
Divine love chime
Shh ... mama’s sleeping!
20-May-2021
All that is, is a pulse, a throb, a beat,
causation of life manifestation.
To see and feel more, be still at Gods feet,
with formless consciousness in expansion,
in and yet not within, each sensation.
Mind-body in stillness, when magnetised,
bliss in fullness within, thus realised,
wherein all we do, is cease to resist,
quietude where nothing measured or sized,
becoming a divine enabled bliss mist.
18-May-2021
Feel the tremor, of heightened bliss rapture
As bliss electricity, form captures
Teleporting us to domain unstained
Wherein Gods love, upon soul is ingrained
Scented with fragrance of love elixir
Within this fragile form caricature
Essence of presence does slowly mature
When the onslaught of thoughts, by us is tamed
Feel the tremor
Immersed within heart, in fervent prayer
Rekindling bliss, as our innate nature
Ego ferality, from self is drained
The bliss continuum, is then sustained
Questions cease, when we become the answer
Feel the tremor
07-February-2021
The tremor
I had forgotten the ink
For my computer in the car.
Took the lift down
Retrieved the ink
When there was a slight tremor
More like a shudder
Or Was it a shake or me
Having a panic attack (it happens)
I stood there and waited
And there was silence until hysterical people
Come running, started up their cars
Getting out of there.
I stood by the lifts, ink in hand
Seven floors up. I pressed the button
Opened the front door,
She sat sleeping in her chair,
Soon her phone would ring someone telling
About the earthquake.
Their eyes well with tears
Tremors have crushed tomatoes
In Kunamato
Waves of the earth howled
Successive days and nights rolled
Crisis loom in soul
Quake flattens houses
Southern Japan collapses
The serpent hisses
Souls shake in Ozu
Our dear friends we feel for you
Time weeps in pain-dew
Our deep sympathy
From Soupers empathy too
The world is with you
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April 17, 2016
Kolkata
Sky became dark in the afternoon .
Started to rain copious in the field.
Lightning illuminated the sky entirely.
Thunder tremors were heard in the surroundings.
Birds flock flyed to the trees for protection.
Suddenly, the storm stopped.
The sun shone in the sky again.
A rainbow appeared in the distance.
A new day was ahead for starting again.
Feel the slight tremor grow into a judder
then the slides begin to announce her coming
with the water bath and blast,
keep your mind together, fear not; just wonder.
An earthquake.
feel the slight shiver grow into a shudder
then the pulsing heart announces her coming
with the blood flush and flash
keep your mind together, fear not; just ponder
A mind quake.
We suffer death but once,
the quake passes leaving fear and pain in her wake.
At the darkest hour of men’s fear
I walked the street into the gate
Alone at night, when men slept
In a parley of man and spirits of hell
Nameless being in my course
Ruminating quietly in the dark.
Within
Tremor, fear enough that vent the blood
A lonely roam at evil hour
Increased in size,
The head to burst.
Without
Noiseless wind
And haze wetting earth
Careless animals in various cloths
Thirst and hunger assuaged,
None prevent.
Above
Spirits roam reaping,
watch on the boarders
of earth and mortals
but mortal men at such hour,
vain without sight.
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