Heartbeat my Essence

Heartbeat my Essence

24 November 2015

 

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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

 

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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

 

 

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Heartbeats – Niladri Kumar

My slender Oak Tree

My slender Oak Tree

29 October 2015

 

 

Storms will split him not

He is the calm in storm’s eye

That his trunk survives

 

Upper fruit of trees

He revels in other heights

Reading is golden

 

Plunged in the knowledge

Tactical experiment

Technology rules

 

The count of days floats

As he gathers slow his gait

Pale hurry-me-not

 

Placidly waiting

Almost breaching count of ten

He swam in stillness

 

The calm runs till now

Within his long lanky frame

My slender oak Tree

Practising still life

Practising still life

29 August 2015

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Walking on eggshells

Toiling through the days planted

A slippery path

 

A parade for none

Balance maintained by sheer will

For pain to withstand

 

Life is always such

That calm relays agony

Rainbow to be felt

 

Kick off calm and dance

Raging with the elements

That battle within

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Spending you in throes

Fight and you are overcome

You fight only you

 

Blinded spectacle

Lending itself to ashes

The blind will behold

 

Practising still life

A lifetime to reach the point

Of abandonment

 

Look into my eyes

I will raise you now my peace

For shelter you bring

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