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Silima Nanda Poem
The winding steps
took me to the crest of the hill
into the dark scented chamber.
The Buddha looked calm.
The studded gems
on the crown
shimmered in the incensed
sacred hall.
I gazed at his half-opened
down cast eyes
tried to penetrate
deep into them.
My sorrows melted away in no time
and left me in the land of bliss.
Saintly and pure.
If this be eternity
perhaps I had experienced it
though It lasted.
for a few seconds only.
The downward descent of the hill
placed me once again
back to the mundane world
of pleasures and pains
seemingly apparent
but not real.
what remains is
the memory of Buddha.
Copyright © Silima Nanda | Year Posted 2014
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Silima Nanda Poem
Like the wild birds,
we debate in endless tweeting .
Our words are chaos ,
that drive us to the
hall of pandemonium.
we had vowed
to plant the apple tree together
spend endless nights
in each other's arms
cooing whispers of love .
The tongue is hidden
we stab each other
in spirit and in flesh
with the serpent's tooth.
I pray let's again
tread on the path of
the verdure Eden.
Let's learn to weep
and express sorrow
burying heads on each other's shoulders .
Let's sleep and wake up
to the misty morning and
stand beside the red Apple tree
laden with luscious fruits of love.
Copyright © Silima Nanda | Year Posted 2014
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Silima Nanda Poem
In the eerie hours of dawn,
slumber envelops
and stillness speaks
It's resonance sweet .
The air slips in and out of rooms
like the vapory clouds
merging with the skies.
The marbled floors
palpably breathe
mystic sensations
heard by the inner self,
stirred by friendly
embers of stillness.
In the busy hours of
my mundane life
having traversed
half the span of life
I have never paused
to meet the
silent companion
inside me
and to hear
its soulful rhapsody
reverberated by the subtle
strings of stillness.
Copyright © Silima Nanda | Year Posted 2019
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