Written: December 11, 2023
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Intricate depiction of a being?
That a single hand could create
Beneficial matters can be evanescent
When built out of yielding clay?
Molded into fiction, scales, and tails
In terms of creative process,
Ground and airborne entities
Morph into unthought-of shapes.
A refined intellect creates ephemera
Quickly under a gentle moonlight
I'm floating in the swaying elevator
Regarding heavenly breezes.
Hair converts into poet-trees from poetry
Yet untamed ideas are captivated
With the spirals and knuckles
Brilliant sculptor's vision and decision.
lifting our minds into untamed sight
Those who grasp this routine are lucky
And the beholders of moonbeam dreams
Pursue the path that moves the heart.
In the mystical charisma of Sunrise.
I see a hint everything turning out,
thoughtfully,
in an unthought of way.
A way that is like hidden gold.
A way that is paved so as to not owe
for anything.
The price having already been paid.
The secret, the heart having more
than meets the eye- within it.
It,
knowing when to act, what to do,
just how to thank the Lord.
Judge me not when I merry and make lyric
Of the most obscene and unthought-of frolic
Tunes,
The wait has been worth for the dunes to form
To behold spectacular dorm moulded in perseverance
Hard work and endurance,
The monsoon withstood long enough to pave way
For the calmer and serene moonlight,
Casting its beams across the dilapidated and sun-baked
Land, on which stand round and about
Only remnants of the former glory abound
Standing still sans life, sans hope, sans all that astound.
Deep within the decomposing flora of the beautiful
Aura that adorned the sacred corroded land
Now an adage of the most told beatitude of the fallen
Beauty and unmatched wit
The distant echoes carouse, kicking disjointed limbs to rouse
To life, to till with the only worn remnant hoe
Into the diamond-hard foe
To conquer and restore the fallen glorious city
Crying in distress,
Calling out for resuscitate and attent
The veil is there for a powerful reason,
And yet some of us can see what prances from the other side
Through automatic writing and psychometry
We can immediately feel loved or frightened.
It is best to not intentionally pull back the curtain
Unless you are a shaman or wise woman with roots
That are deep, clear, open to unthought of possibilities,
And you are willing to face the consequences
Many of us can travel to the otherworld in our dreams
Some go nightly. Astral travelers
Yet do we remember in the morning?
Often if we have not developed language of this lifetime yet
The veil is there not as a warning
But as a protection
When we sense something is wrong
The warnings come from beyond the veil; pay attention.
Your spirit guides might be trying to save your life.
Of course, the demons use this avenue too.
This is when you really need to listen to your internal feelings.
When the thought of you comes
My heart pinches me still
With my voice, in silence I scream
My mind is a hunted house that host your ghost day by day
A constant reminder of the day I left
I wish to come but my legs are heavy
Heavy with the thoughts of your mother’s reaction, your sister’s grim look, your brothers rage, and my saying sorry to every cynical hello from your families and friends
So,
I stand at the Junction
Where the road to your house and mine meets
Walking to and fro but never reaching your house
You see I felt a presence when you were sleeping next to me like you were guarded by some sort of angel that made me want to cry because my heart couldn't fathom how I a girl so empty and broken could be as lucky to be yours and have you as mine.
Finally it's begun to make sense why your name is in the bible,or even why you have a whole book in the bible infact,because you deserve a special place in my heart and that's something you'll always have and more.
We called it redamancy and we laughed at how we kept finding words to describe what we had,what we have,you know....something like serendipity my favourite word right next to your name.
As much as we keep finding these words to describe the love we share for each other deep down we both know that this love we have is unthought of and could never be defined
This isn't real, this feeling is slowly consuming me in ways unthought of for a humambeing.
He will not serve in my heart, no way, I rebuke and refuse to accept that fact of it being.
Go away and don't come back cause no one likes you.
You take life, left and right and have no remorse like you don't got a clue.
You took her from me, and I will never forget that, but little did you know I will see her again.
She will smile that beautiful smile at me once again and you will not be able to breath again.
You will suffocate in my success and glory,
God got my back like no other and we know we will prevail like a perfect story.
So hold on to your seat because it will be a short ride for you.
I will break free from this deseas you placed upon me, that depression will die, you just don't
Have a clue.
As I look down at my bloody knuckles,
Crying tears of agony my eyes refused to shed,
I realised how pointless it was
How pointless to pretend, to believe.
My hand trembles as I pen this,
The flow of words, more powerful than any strike,
My one solace, my get away.
When I look around,
I see the faces of my tormentors,
Jeering at me,
Accusing me of crimes unthought of.
I delve deeper into my pain,
My fury- my agonising drug.
As I build up my walls,
Look my tormentors in the eyes and say: 'bring it on!'
Sometimes it seems all the love songs have already been written;
No new ways for “I love you” are left to be said.
Sometimes it seems all the love plays have already been scripted,
And all the love sonnets have already been read.
Then when you are with me I know that can’t be true;
There must be love songs that have not passed any one's throat.
The love I feel for you never before has been experienced;
There must be some unsung love musical notes.
Sometimes it seems all the love poems have already been thought of;
No love words are left yet to be rhymed.
Sometimes it seems all the love phrases have already been whispered;
No new sayings can new lovers find.
Then when you kiss me I know that I must be the first one
To ever feel love as deeply as I do.
And so there must be some way unthought-of
To express just how much I love you.
You re-house Machiavelli’s soul in your foul frame
That soul great guides your head and heart;
Not what you learnt from the kitabs
Beacon to you is Lucifer’s own light.
With verisimilitude unseen,
With finesse unthought of,
You pose as a Judhishtir.
But Dharmaputra, I know you
Engineer mischief meanest.
You are the mid-husband of
Old rustic plot,
Vile stinking villain
You know not- unhiegynically you rot.
The sun doesn’t rise in these terrible skies
The world was in ruins once
Some kind of beautiful
Hell sat around us
Just you and me
This was the saddest
The truth could be
It was like yesterday didn’t matter
Only a banjo
A fiddler and untouched strings
Do you remember
It was some kind of beautiful
Lovely was a disastrous sport
And futbol was a feeling
Cigarettes ran from touch
Smoke came as a form of trust
And hope remained a potion of bad luck
Do you remember when hell sat around us
Tomorrow was unthought-of
We were fishing for the blues
Day light in sunny nights
A harvest moon
A picnic with apples
Oranges and tomatoes ripe
A midseason delight
Can you guess who’s home
We were just about human again
"metaphors, cliche's, & no one else"
When I ask Thou:
Oo…Love
Where are Thou from
and where will we go to ?
Then Thou answer:
Oo…my lover
I am from the big bang deep down in your heart.
My presence is like a lovely white speck
which spouts out from
and then overflows
the black hole of your transitory life
and together with you
we will go to the purely different world
which has no space, time or relativity,
no dream and also no desire,
no-think and nothing.
And somehow or other you do not know it now
we certainly will live in the unthought-of realm happily
and will never die
Enjoined forever and never to part
I duly heed your warning dear heart
Solitude becomes me although somewhat subdued
Open to avenues unthought of and so new
I walk around in splendour totally engrossed
So wanton so wilfull so wicked so wildly lost
I take each step in this life so exciting
I look at each situation so inviting
Right or wrong my conscience voices
Yet painfully aware I am of my choices
Love is a many faceted thing, it is multi faceted thing, it is alive.
More then an emotion, more then an energy, more then a spirit
Love is a living thing, it breaths in the hearts of men
It moves them to the highest heights and yet to the deepest depths
It causes men to do things unthought of, unheard of,
It causes them to dream things beyond the ability to dream.
Love is wonderful, yet love can be destructive,
Love never lets go, yet can let go in a moment of time,
Constantly reaching, constantly pursuing, constantly feeling,
Constantly going beyond all limits, beyond all hopes.
When do you know you are in love?
When you know you have reached beyond the boundries of your own heart,
And have broken into another, piercing the very depths of their soul.
Speaking words so lightly, so fully, so unforgettably real.
Making a connection, a union of two hearts and two souls.
Love is what makes the world go round and it is so profound, it fills us so full.
Love brings us such a strength, love gives purpose, and the power to fulfill it.
Whispering
thoughts to one's idlest fancy,
Imagining feelings
to one's innermost soul.
Babbling inanities,
crying insanities,
Wondering, wandering
alone and alone.
Where does it take one,
where does it want one,
where does it seduce one
along the strange source
of forbidden mysteries,
of unexplored paths,
of untouched feelings,
of ecstasies unknown,
or unthought of.
Where will it end?
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