What violet light
Blazes bright
In inky night
Behind eyes shut tight?
What chord keeps
Striking a melody sweet,
With incessant chorus deep
No voice, No hand, and
No instrument to beat?
It's that - singular infinite
conscious I
Which encompasses
All conceivable & perceivable
forms & phases of mortal sighs-
Recycles this chaos to order
Giving melody and light
For my earthly delight
My sky is blue
No rains, or clouds
Passing through
No sunrise, no sunset
To mar my way
Azure eons fly
In stillness of today
No darkness, no light
Just illumined openness
Of infinite sight.
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Choppy mountain waves,
With edges of icy lace
Tumbling like my days
And a heart that never behaves.
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Sweeping indigo shadow lines -
Unfolding wings in endless flight?
Or Sumi hills in dusky light?
Reflection in these silent times.
Sitting in a candle's glow
Deepening darkness, evening slow
Sea murmuring nearby
Stars glittering in the sky.
Rapt in candle's dancing flame
Frogs crooning their mating game
Cicadas chorus, night's awake
Fragrance filled - this haunting ache.
Leaning forward, I blow off the light
Nature's revealed in a Prussian sight
Pain's soothed - a mere attachment to glow
At ease in dark, and timeless eons flow.
I just close my eyes
To space-travel inside
Swirling lights of blue and gold
Many mysterious sights unfold
Zooming past gazillion stars
Swinging around a centre far
Milky Way is too small for me
Rushing past there's much to see
Annihilating galaxies, jet-streams and more
Endless joys of Cosmic allure
Moving towards a source unknown
Going past a no-return zone
Crossing boundaries of space-time
Fractal structures govern its paradigm
Veils of darkness hiding that Light
Eternally burning bright, Inside.
This heartbreak is your gift to me
I couldn't grow in dullness of complacency.
Nor break in cycles, shattering into pieces
For alchemy's distillation to purer reaches.
Only dark winters fulfill spring's abundance,
And, pain's a requisite for transcendence.
Entropy's dissolution kindles all deflagration
Into music, dance, and colours of creation.
Withered twigs, now tipped with Earth's fire, first hints of spring.
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Winter silence, endless bamboo sonatas, shishi-odoshi
Your love for me
is like that pecan pie, in
embedded memories that I
claw with aged faithless fingers,
to bring back, a taste
of youth, delectably poised,
at the edge of my tongue -
Of shared life, warmth, and
our love's promise carried
in my womb.
For all those who died -
Many thousands more tried,
Standing on the edge; A void
of colour and light
To step back into bleak & grey
To live yet another day
Of futility and fight.
If music is in silence -
Rythm is in form,
Melodies are made of color &
Moods dance in shadows of light.
Snail atop a high wall
Conquest of its Everest?
A flick, it flies down.
Dark night, crickets cry
Stars circle silently,
Some fall down, becoming fireflies.
A tall swing sways
Between high palms,
An old woman swings
Singing wavery psalms.
