"Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence." Desiderata
"Serendipity brings fourth knowledge that is hidden until one is confident to flaunt it." The Poet
Serenity transcends with a warm tranquil overtone.
Meditating peacefully, I choose to repose, quite alone.
Soft bliss as the song of the lark and nightingale blends
with a warm tranquil overtone, as serenity transcends.
The gentle scent of roses wafting skyward bound.
A soft carpet of lilac petals softly fall to the ground.
Lilting music of forest sounds that nature composes.
Wafting skyward bound, the gentle scent of roses.
Soothing of the rippling brook, creating calm sensation.
Majestic quietness with placid thoughts brings relaxation.
This utopia with silent stillness becomes a perfect nook.
Creating calm sensation, the soothing of the rippling brook.
Wisdom transforms composure to an unseen knowing.
Through an undisturbed tranquility the stream is flowing.
With harmonious restful tranquility, sagacity lends disclosure.
To an unseen knowing, wisdom transforms composure.
A mind that flows like a journal .
Ideas that stretch as long as river canals.
The ambience is burdened and sinks once in a while.
The focus , undisturbed like the Blue lotus of the Nile.
At that moment with everything on its climax,
The surreptitious heart doesn't allow the body to relax.
With simple words to be said ,the throat is choked,
The sensitivity of the heart was poked.
Stuck on the same predicament with no solutions,
This problem exfoliates with the burning passions.
All passing shadows are the regular audience.
The night weighs the duration with an alarming presence.
Sleep feels like a futile exercise with a heavy chest,
All it takes is one word after the other to finally rest.
Are you scared that your words would be what they detest?
Fool, I think telling them is for the best,
Even if your role in their life is of a guest's.
Asleep or blinded? Or worse
With lights out, passed away?
As which Christ left you, undisturbed
Homeless in that doorway?
Gentle lapping water
rolls sequently onto shore
like tiny crystals highlighted by the shining sun.
Blackened tree stumps stand
like soldiers on watch.
A pelican skins across the surface of the lake
in search of a tasty morsel
beneath murky waters.
The lazy dog basking in the sun
lifts an eyelid;
undisturbed
he resumes his peaceful nap.
Campfires send
spiralling puffs of smoke
upwards,
carried away wit the wind
followed by another smoke signal.
The sandy banks
with mounds of trodden turrets
lay in wait
fir creatures on dusk
patrol
seeking nightly nourishment.
The setting sun slowly
sinks
sending silver shimmers
across the lake.
Again as nightfall
descends
another day closes.
DIRECT METHODOLOGY-:-
waiting
undisturbed
watching
tranquil
pleasures
to INJECT SIGNIFICANCE
gladly
cheerfully
rendering
symbolic
aquiesence
in FLEETING PLEASURES
increasingly
poetic
evolution
organically
imagined
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At first glance, the pond is glass~
a stolen mirror, holding sky.
No wind, no ripple, no trespass
of sound. Only the patient eye
of water, deep and undisturbed.
Then—a pebble,
small, but sharp
breaks the skin sending circles
spiraling outward in frantic motion,
each one a question asked too loudly.
Next a leaf falls~
brown and brittle
gliding quietly across
the pond’s surface, murmuring.
The pond swallows it whole.
Later, a storm:
rain needles stitch chaos
into the skin of the water,
a thousand interruptions,
a thousand tiny wounds.
But below~
where light bends and surrenders,
where the cold is a constant companion~
nothing moves.
The dark is still and stoic.
The deep does not answer.
And when the storm tires,
when the pebble sinks,
when the leaf dissolves into silt~
the pond remembers how to hold the sky
without trembling.
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At first glance, the pond is glass~
a stolen mirror, holding sky.
No wind, no ripple, no trespass
of sound. Only the patient eye
of water, deep and undisturbed.
Then—a pebble,
small, but sharp
breaks the skin sending circles
spiraling outward in frantic motion,
each one a question asked too loudly.
Next a leaf falls~
brown and brittle
gliding quietly across
the pond’s surface, murmuring.
The pond swallows it whole.
Later, a storm:
rain needles stitch chaos
into the skin of the water,
a thousand interruptions,
a thousand tiny wounds.
But below~
where light bends and surrenders,
where the cold is a constant companion~
nothing moves.
The dark is still and stoic.
The deep does not answer.
And when the storm tires,
when the pebble sinks,
when the leaf dissolves into silt~
the pond remembers how to hold the sky
without trembling.
“There is nothing worse than ignorance in motion” Goethe
Roaming round the white altars
Where pharaohs raised their arms
The black pig of ignorance
Casts a passing shadow
Across the shafts of Lotus columns
Erect Egyptian guardians of stillness
Watching undisturbed over eternal time
Shadows beget shadows
stretching through the twilight
as the night arrives with its starry night
offering an ethereal tranquility...to our souls
allowing all our worries to disburse
as we look into the longing eyes of love
on a romantic flight
that crosses the boundary of boundless beauty
prisoners beneath a million stars
where dreamers dream of romantic rustlings of wonder
caressed by the musical majesty of the hearts grace
measured by their beating tempo
inspired by the quiet hush of the undisturbed sky
that takes us far, far from Earth
to a magical realm of tender yearning
and passionate rapture...fleeting as starlight
to be a lasting memory, held like a precious jewel
suckled into gentle sleep
softness
finessed
understood
waves lap
cares drift
seaweed untangles
lets us be
each grain of sand fits together
creating dunes
that follow curves
nestled in sub-aquatic embrace
hearts beat effortlessly in sync
~ sirens sound asleep ~
undisturbed in undulating waters
oblivious to shipwrecks or sailors
songs sung and days work done
Mary lived in a vault in Edenborough’s under city
Feeling secure and comfortable, bothering no one
Unperturbed and undisturbed since her death in the 1800’s
Everything changed when the tours started
at first, no one bothered her, because the seekers were adults
but then a child entered the vault
“Who is that woman?” the girl asked
Her parents acted annoyed
Mary was startled.
No one had noticed her before.
Did she like being noticed?
In fact, she did.
She followed the child home and became her poltergeist.
Particles of sweat, creeping into the
panoramic canvas...
Your body is like a flower vase, crowded
with freshly bloomed flowers of the
arbour of love,
I asked you wherefrom you have brought them...
Silent you were.
Thereupon your fingers were fidgety,
sauntering through my bare back,
A tingling sensation, a mild line of
blood, or I might have been wrong,
for your pale neck was intact when
a uniform oval sign of love was dug there,
by my trembling teeth, undisturbed, unperturbed
by the external disturbances.
Just like Ulysses was searching for his
destination, my hands, in pursuit of your
pleasure hotspot,
around and around would roam aimlessly.
Let us live through the moments, for the
freshly bloomed flowers would be wrinkled again
until they are rejuvenated
by my spurt of love
Sarban Bhattacharya
DIALOGUE WITH NATURE -:-
isolation
evokes
autonomy
symbolic
creativity
in EXPRESSIONS OF HUMANITY
appropriate
eccentricity
inducing
emptiness
undisturbed
in DEFINITIONS OF SELF
exclusive
explicit
austere
monastic
INTENTIONS
haphazard
unprepossing
deliberate
impressions
&interpretatIons
immerse
subliminal
process
of
the
metaphysical
intact
&remote
undisturbed
conspicuous
sense
of
the
naive
recalling
a unity
the
ambivalent
yesterday's
The street was still quiet, where footsteps sounded strange
and the lush, undisturbed grass
of the old hut, still pitch-black
long-abandoned.
The walls shone brightly in the moonlight
still, still and straight.
In the eyes that no longer saw the light,
a mother could be heard crying blindly.
The church bells could be heard faintly in the distance
far above the city, the melody of the kyrie eleison still sung
and melting softly, as all was silent everywhere.
Atambua, November 28, 2025
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