Three with the Heart leave
4 March 2017
Do you Hear
Approaching Thunder
The lightning
Announces
When flesh will be paid ounces
Of the Dark Matter
Do you Know
The falling raindrops
They precede
What we heed
To gardens of old we yield
Ivy climbs the walls
Now believe
Nothing left to grieve
Repeated
The Advice
Given by the three blind mice
Three with the Heart leave
Reading of the poem:
Sound in my Heart – Stive Morgan
The Heart speaks softly
6 November 2016
Transient
Sentient status
Of my Heart
Pay no heed
We wallow in ridicule
The killers galore
The absent
A status symbol
Of unfed
Mouth to mouth
Respiratory whims fetch
Meanings to the touch
The starved clutch
The remnants of chaff
Falling threads
Of a thought
Wheat fleeting commodity
Bread an afterthought
Beauty wrought
In sinuous lines
Between peaks
Of despair
Tragedy eye opener
Liner of dark rims
The look skims
Bones and milky skin
The silk worn
Pieces torn
Patchwork of a body lain
On bed of roses
Blind eye sees
Beyond the matter
At hand waves
Splitting air
The mind never going where
The Heart speaks softly
Reading of the poem:
Sigh – Praful
Humanity stuck in throat (With Love only Creed)
6 December 2015
Sometimes I throw up
From a small tightened belly
Waters muddy brown
A share of disgrace
From non-existent lean wells
River banks of stench
Sometimes I throw up
Endless fights in name of Gods
Blind to their fake creed
Giddiness alerts
A wave of nausea strikes
Within pulsing Heart
Sometimes I throw up
Humanity stuck in throat
Like an endless thorn
While the dead bear dead
And life dwindles in lost Hope
As powers grow walls
Sometimes I digest
Small miracles of caring
Emblems of sharing
A slice of fresh bread
Multiplied not divided
For aching stomachs
Sometimes I digest
As the young outgrow shackles
With Peace in their trails
New Dawn beckoning
Skies of reachable Nature
Resting place of coils
Sometimes I digest
Small measures of blue freedom
With Love only Creed
Unstoppable Grace
Traces of Ancient Wisdom
The Death of the Greed
The Old Ways – Loreena McKennitt
The Mystic’s Dream – Loreena McKennitt
Seeds of Love – Loreena McKennitt
A Time for Us – Andy Williams
Heartbeat my Essence
24 November 2015
A beat for the calm
Before the tempest arose
A flutter harkened
A beat for the balm
Anointing oils liquefied
From pangs of my soul
A beat for the wild
After stormy weather broke
Within the branches
A beat for the child
Born and borne through darker calls
Silence its witness
A beat for the Love
Dilating all pours within
Violet skies’ flush
A beat for the Dove
High above in skies brandished
Now pulled through dark grime
A beat for the mind
Quintessential brainwave
Surging happiness
A beat for the blind
Hope shimmering for them brought
From Heaven’s waters
A beat for the brave
Bearing throb in chest unbent
Steal less for the night
A beat for the knave
Compassion more than pity
Governing life’s throngs
A beat for you, me
Heartbeat my Essence
A gift to the world
A beat for the free
Whose chest expands and dilates
Misery dies late
Heartbeats – Niladri Kumar
Life wide open change
16 November 2015
.
Hold me within you
Another world comforts Life
Guided dreaming mine
.
Time set still hunger
Golden streets make dreams’ escape
Higher up blind change
.
Now reflecting Grace
Falling so far down last breath
The edge of feet six
.
.
Heart my sacrifice
Perfect Love forever free
Eyes’ tears instant peace
.
.
Turn around careless
Hello again memories
Into joy stream fly
.
Welcome the morrows
Friend or foe to Heart now take
Building on the now
.
Life wide open change
I will show you everything
Arms sunlight pray Love
.
Higher – Creed
One Last Breath – Creed
My sacrifice – Creed
With Arms Wide Open Creed
Ten was the Number
23 October 2015
You led strong the path
Stark contrasts blinded the eye
That dwelt in the mind
I walked yesterday
Within your footsteps’ clamours
We both lost the way
Recovering sight
I shook the night’s salty waves
And brought you the light
You breathed into me
Heat of a thousand dragons
Forgotten treasure
I frosted your mind
Brought to it a chilling peace
My deadly waters
Tendrils lily white
Reaching out to ink pitch black
Rewrite nuances
Softly exploring
I opened the Heart Channel
Regenerating
Tomorrow’s bud stems
From roots that creep within Earth
Nine reaching for skies
From nine we split Three
As you and I climbed the Tree
Climbing us becomes
Ten was the Number
We had decomposed from nine
As the candles hung
In Nomine Patris -Not!
20 October 2015
.
Synchronicities
Only worth their stories’ weight
No food for the blind
.
.
The surge shot through me
Helter skelter ran the thoughts
Where are you within?
.
.
You hear me never
Empty points of connection
Heart-split soul happens
.
.
Scissors in my hand
I cut through these veiled contacts
Tears in my glazed eyes
.
.
Fly away from pain
The nightingale told me soft
His spirit Withers
.
.
The rain falls on you
From waterfalls in my Heart
In mind no Echo
.
.
Prayers forgotten
In Nomine Patris – Not!
I will fly within
.
I speak from within Future
14 October 2015
.
In confused questions
The body clueless will roam
Here and there mild hope
.
Sealed in you by kiss
Sibyl through your mouth will talk
As she leaves my lips
.
Alas you are blind
Grey matters’ workings dim lit
Lantern of the Heart
.
.
How to open eye
Shut to Netherworld’s fancies
While I dance in trance
.
.
Our souls dancing laugh
Whirling with ecstasy’s thrill
Unopened to mind
.
Your toil undone
You roam in purgatory
For your mind’s delight
.
Unseen is this gift
I speak from within Future
To share in present
.
Life? It flows tireless!
9 August 2015
Charcoal drawings fly
Shadows of your slight figure
Sketched in retina
Light behind you blinds
Thrusting in eye your beauty
Glorious etching
Day breaks your outline
Dissolving our memory
As we breathe out night
The ebb and flow speak
Of time’s incessant scourging
Raking silent souls
Life? It flows tireless!
So will you seize the moment?
Eternity flees
Breaking through the waves
I capture your still essence
Imprinted in soul
The battles in me
9 August 2015
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Exclusivity
Privilege of the blinded
Weighing wings as coal
.
Dark possession stills
Infinite movements of rays
That called to all souls
.
The battles in me
Rage with the memories spent
Collecting pieces
.
Relics of lives bent
Hanging like corpses spread out
Between Sky and Earth
.
Words falling from ink
Printing in mind a landscape
Toying black and pink
.
Delving into mind
Fluttering butterfly turns
Moth in the making
.
Heart’s light responds soft
Echoes of feeling paint me
Colours of life’s hues
.
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