Each chapter of the night tells a story,
Each moment it arrives offers insight,
Each time it prevails brings out the light within us,
Its duration unravels mysteries.
The night closes the door to daylight,
Which transforms us into fighters and gladiators.
We emerge from obscurity,
Harnessing the fading light.
The night makes us creative tools;
Its challenges encourage us to seek the True Light.
It provides us with depth,
Allowing us to see both sides of a coin.
The night is beautiful;
Its turbulence enables us to peer into the chamber,
We emerge stronger than when we began our journey,
Unperturbed by the shadows in the meadow.
August 11, 2025.
Categories:
unperturbed, inspirational, night,
Form: Free verse
Unperturbed by prevailing circumstances,
Untroubled by gnawing situations,
The tempest does not hinder the ship's voyage;
There is something to understand about the sea's rage.
Darkness does not shut the door to the day;
The eyes see the approaching ray.
Even when the walls are falling apart,
Every day offers a new start.
The dark clouds signify an approaching rain,
That’s what the mind tells itself amid the pain.
Even though the treasure is taken by the night,
The despondent soul still seeks the light.
Inside the chamber lies a seething cauldron;
It's a journey across a shrivelled meadow,
Though the unknown ravages the inside,
Glow and grace envelop the outside.
July 28, 2025.
Categories:
unperturbed, emotions, inspirational, peace,
Form: Rhyme
To escape the tumult
And noise of the world, I unlock
And enter a secret door to
The serene haven of my mind.
I am a meditating Monk
Blissfully unperturbed; making
The most of my sojourn in this
Uncharted, tranquil Xanadu.
I repose, close my eyes
And sieve my nagging woes
Like a dreamcatcher
Trapping unpleasant dreams.
In a tabula rasa mind state;
I have no conscience of time.
I wade into and float on a stream
That creates no ripples.
Moments, a snail that crawled
To a standstill, the zephyr as silent
As trickling blood; my mind
Deep asleep while I'm wide awake.
Here, a welcome respite
Where echoes fail to respond.
When nature speaks,
It's below a whisper.
Here, I find
My peace of mind.
H e r e, I am content....
and free!
Categories:
unperturbed, happiness, me, metaphor, peace,
Form: Free verse
A gossamer hung on the graveyard's gate.
A spider clung to steel, consuming its meal.
It had no need to know dinner was served late,
Nor sensed ghostly keels the summer winds conceal.
The owls flew on, unperturbed by midnight's scare,
That made dead men howl silently in each grave,
Fresh ghosts were blown toward the gate in despair,
The gate creaked loud at each brush of ghostly wave.
Grief-stricken men earlier brought a fresh stiff,
Whose spirit roams about as if still alive.
His shroud still sweetly scented for winds to sniff.
Where otherwise smells of decayed corpses thrive.
Rotten bones left near the godforsaken gate,
Lay scattered by the snouts of some groaning pigs,
As scavenging and ruin became their fate.
While restless souls lay buried beneath their digs.
Categories:
unperturbed, death, grave, loss, scary,
Form: Rhyme
When silence listens to me in a serene moment,
I imagine strolling on a village-path
Meandering to the unknown,
The verdant grass I tread on, is velvety soft,
I remember my mother’s soothing touch,
The vermilion sky leans and whispers to me.
In that sublime unperturbed occasion,
I speak to my own heart throbbing and pining for the friend
Who deserted me many years ago!
Sometimes silence speaks to me
Among a roomful of unfamiliar visitors.
Like a wafting cloud I slowly disappear from their company,
No one notices the void my absence creates,
I feel myself in meditation with eyes closed
On top of a mountain where an emerald waterfall
Descends on the coral rocks with a roaring sound,
The halcyon water mirrors the crimson sky!
I sense the unruffled silence listening to my soul.
Categories:
unperturbed, feelings, loneliness,
Form: Free verse
I sit alone in the twilight,
Where silence speaks volumes at night,
It's not the same as a journey across the turbulent sea,
A door opens before me.
I walk through the mystery door,
Wondering what awaits me to explore,
I anticipate the best,
Hoping to live each day unperturbed and blessed.
Must I sit alone on the porch every twilight?
Categories:
unperturbed, inspirational, mystery,
Form: Rhyme
Tensile strength bonding us,
forever friends,
holding hands, eyes heavenward,
we three are ONE,
One with the jungle,
one with the trees,
one like the Father,
the Son and the Holy Ghost;
Glittering green and gold,
we glow,
standing tall,
singing hallelujahs;
Feet feeling the fractured forest,
we flash fire,
we are soul sisters,
we stand together,
united,
unique,
unperturbed,
unmatched;
Blending voices in heavenly harmony,
we create country canticles,
Hush! hearken to us
celebrating celestialism!
We've found what you're searching for!
Look up!
Light linking us,
lighting us,
lifting us,
liberating us!!
Categories:
unperturbed, art, song,
Form: Free verse
There’s a door through every form of deadness,
Marking the beginning of a fresh era,
The cosmos heralds its emergence,
Life forms at the gate of the deep.
The silence within every deadness speaks volumes,
It takes an unperturbed heart to listen and understand,
And a tranquil soul to discern the path to another realm,
The elements will support those who are willing to journey there.
There’s a beauty hidden in the night,
Mysteries emerge from the night’s cloak,
The mind transcends and descends with the uncommon,
And a stream flows along with its descent.
Nature is saddened when mortals remain aloof from its light,
The cosmos weeps when we refuse to ascend its ladder,
Look out from autumn’s window,
And find your stars in the dusk.
November 12, 2024.
Categories:
unperturbed, autumn, death, deep, life,
Form: Free verse
Ordinary People
.......................................
walking on the roads hurriedly,
to reach workplace indifferently,
to finish pending work finally.,
saw a bleeding man callously,
looked at passing by people furiously,
and thought did my duty thoroughly.
The dying man could be wishing desparately,
to help him with a heart humanly.
What did he know,we have become possibly,
merciless than the reaper so grimly.
Have the time to take picture perfectly,
but not to lend the hand to help you readily.
Well ,could be anyone’s woman,child or anyone potentially,
to be in a state and watched on helplessly.
My status ranges from low to high endlessly,
and so does my education absolutely.
Do I care about these you silly,
am just like you ,ordinary people living casually,
unhinged,unperturbed ,going along slyly.
After all ,we are all people living so ordinarily.
Written and finished on:21/9/24
Categories:
unperturbed, character, deep, silence,
Form: Free verse
Poetrysoup gives in plenty the literary opportunity
to show-case the assorted skills of poetic creativity.
Emanating out of the fantasy fountain of imagination,
the torrent of words flows with the streams of elation,
ripples as poems with the rhapsodic rhythm of heart,
yearning to become poignant pieces of reflective art.
Sensual poetic passion of soupsters enriches the mind,
while the mesmeric muses get eloquent as words wind.
Unperturbed by the cacophony of the mundane abyss,
perceives in the lyrical journey the feel of profound bliss.
The rhythm of exuberance envelopes the satiated soul,
permits the poets to flourish under lilting lyrical control.
Composed within the dissonance of dreary disarray,
perceives ecstasy in rhyming flight out of dismal dismay.
A genial platform for poets to make a mark that glares,
as the Poetrysoup recipes the souper community shares.
Categories:
unperturbed, analogy, poetry, poets,
Form: Rhyme
Bathe in the forest
The water is clear and clean
Nothing disturbs me.
Categories:
unperturbed, adventure, nature, perspective, self,
Form: Haiku
Poetry Soup gives in plenty the literary opportunity
To show-case the assorted skill of poetic creativity
Emanating out of the fantasy fountain of imagination
The torrent of words flows with the streams of elation
Ripples as poems with the rhapsodic rhythm of heart
Yearning to become poignant pieces of reflective art.
Sensual poetic exuberance envelopes the satiated soul
Permits the muse to get eloquent under lyrical control
Unperturbed by the cacophony of the mundane disarray
Perceives bliss in rhyming journey out of dismal dismay
A genial platform for new poets to make a mark that glares
Poetry Soup recipes the communicative community shares.
Categories:
unperturbed, analogy, muse, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
A spoken word meandering unbound,
its own master measure, broad and profound,
subject to interpretation thereof,
binds poetic minds in Stranger Love.
Two distant seeking souls through subtle verse
blur friendship’s line across the universe.
The poets’ bittersweet ethical stance -
Stranger Love of virtual romance.
Worlds apart, sharing daily life routine,
seemingly unperturbed but in between -
daydreaming magic of overseas dove,
bearing a sonnet from Stranger Love.
Two poets’ poignant passion from afar
with minds alike and hearts aligned - ajar,
weaves dulcet words into their secret bower,
Stranger love - trite premise of great power.
History knows in literary art -
a masterpiece oft born from lonesome heart.
Upon the sunset red, night’s curtain stills -
Stranger Love beckons through poets’ quills.
Categories:
unperturbed, destiny, love, romance,
Form: Rhyme
The wisdom of life is what we yearn
Yet, ill prepared from our lessons to learn
Lacking beliefs and actions, just empty words said out loud
Without authentic conviction, unable to stand tall and proud
Feelings of heaven and feelings of hell
Sometimes the difference is hard to tell
Locked firmly within, however dark or disturbed
Carrying the burden, so others remain unperturbed
Nobody knows where I’ve actually been
Only imagining the things that I’ve seen
The turmoil of where’s why’s and how
Remain a secret, at least for now
Categories:
unperturbed, heaven, life, poetry, spoken
Form: Rhyme
What doth he do? In the hall of learning
He, teaches us alphabets
Using which we simulate stupendous sonnets
he teaches us, with contrasting countenance
from mere additions to anatomy of hens
This is he does in the hall of learning
Where our fiery passion is brightly burning
Who is he? In the hall of learning
He is the Buddha disseminating wise
Wanting his pupils to rejuvenate and rise
His wisdom and knowledge dancing in blaze
showering us with his unperturbed grace
This is him in the hall of learning
Where the glory of mankind is gloriously gleaming.
Why is he in the hall of learning
Because he is the architect tinkering the next
He enchants and procures the greatest
He works not for pay but passion
He is the trigger for his disciple's ascension
For this is he in the hall of learning
a beacon of sagacity forever, beaming
Categories:
unperturbed, courage, hero, light, mentor,
Form: Free verse
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