Meanings of the Light
31 May 2017
Inspire me
Icicles forming
Around stars
Swallowed through
The lungs throbbing in new hue
Rainbow pastures fly
We don’t die
Realms of Unity
Breaking forth
Forts us hold
We listen to stories told
On brink of shadows
Raise in rows
The withered and small
Hear the call
Overhaul
Fluttering ravens recall
Meanings of the Light
Reading of the poem:
The Race – Thirty seconds to Mars
As Brotherhood stared
8 January 2017
Six plunder
Jewels of the crown
Nightingale
Turned to clown
Move sixty-six feet under
Forts that knock sundown
Legend thief
Moving up the wall
I inhale
In deep call
The dying fish of the reef
Survival cost all
Melt me skies
Now EMP squared
I’ll tell tale
How we fared
Through the meltdown of the lies
As Brotherhood stared
Reading of the poem:
The Elektrik Sky – Diane Arkenstone
« Pour vivre heureux vivons cachés » To live happy let’s live hidden
14 September 2016
The phone rings persistently but she does not answer the call. Earlier she had answered eagerly, too eagerly perhaps. She does not want to go through another round of lessons. Her daughter passes by the room.
Her daughter shrugs and heads out as the phone continues ringing a while before disconnecting. It starts ringing again but she does not answer it. She counts inwards waiting for the 15th ring after which it will stop again. Her son passes by the room.
Her son shrugs and picks up his laptop before heading towards his room. He pauses and turns back towards her with a grin on his face.
He shrugs again and this time definitely makes a move towards his room. Meanwhile the phone has stopped ringing. It beeps as a message comes in. I’m sorry, it says. Sure, she thinks. I’m really sorry, it beeps again. Sure she thinks again. No, I mean I really really am sorry, it beeps again. She picks up the phone and types “Sure”. Talk over dinner tonight? it beeps. Sure, she types back. 10 pm? It beeps back. Sure, she types back and then puts it down.
She goes over the previous conversation they had and can’t make head or tails out of it. He was upset she did not pick him up at the airport but what was he expecting? He had confirmed to her that he had booked a hotel and the hotel had arranged for a pickup so she could not figure out why he was upset she was not there. It was not like they knew each other and she would be waiting for him like a lovesick teenager with a rose, waving her hands madly with a big smile on her face. This was strictly a matchmaking choice between adults without any fancy notions about love and they had gone through all the options very carefully and dispassionately as far as she could remember. Yet he seemed to somehow all of a sudden wish for her to act like she would be welcoming him like he was the love of her life.
She picks up the phone again. I love you, it had beeped thrice while she was absorbed in her thoughts. What a silly thing to say she thinks. He does not know her, had only seen her images and sometimes chatted with her on skype. He had no idea what she looked like really or what she liked, thought, laughed or cried about. He had no idea who she was at all yet he expected her to play out the romantic self-deluding story of having fallen in love at first sight.
Later that evening as she finishes combing her hair and putting on her heels, she picks up the phone again as it buzzes.
He sounds disappointed again and she checks herself as irritation rises inside her. She does not want to appear insensitive as he has come all this way and they cannot even carry out their initial plans for a short break elsewhere but she feels he is reacting disproportionately. She hurries downstairs and as she closes the gate behind her he rises from his seat as if to come greet her but she urges him to sit back. She enters the taxi as he moves over and gives him a peck on the cheek. He looks good from up close, really good and he smells really nice, she thinks but keeps the thoughts to herself.
Oh God, she thinks to herself. How to tell him now that she hates cut flowers. He looks at her with a smile on his face and picks up the covered item from the floor near his feet. It is an earthen pot with a small rose plant.
She is touched that he remembered. Even some of her close friends do not remember that about her. She feels bad at not having invited him in but then remembers her promise to herself. No allowing any suitors inside the house and no introducing anyone to her family until she is really sure. She smiles and thanks him for the flowers as the taxi speeds away to the evening’s destination “Segreto”. They talk a lot about their lives, their respective children, their vision of the future, the more concrete plans they need to make to carry this out. As the evening passes by, she catches herself looking at the rose plant in its pot several times which helps in relaxing her and she starts really enjoying his company.
He picks up her hand and kisses her wrist on the inside and smiles at her again. Now she regrets not having been there at the airport waving a red rose and sporting her biggest smile. She smiles back at him. “Pour vivre heureux vivons caches”. I like that !, she thinks to herself.
Yeh Mera Deewanapan Hai – Susheela Raman
Blue Lilly Red Lotus – Susheela Raman
Mahima – Susheela Raman
As new suns arise
4 May 2016
Wake to the morrows
They are printed within Time
The gift of the thought
The peak of stillness
Where realities unfold
Twining the outcomes
Hear the call inside
The weaknesses hidden strengths
As new suns arise
Reading of the poem:
Nova Gaia / Rising
To blooming woman
28 March 2016
Magical
Twirling into world
Reborn blue
Stirred anew
Discover your inner shades
Walk between the blades
You are breath
Inscribed in divine
Beating heart
Birthing womb
Of all spate you are the tomb
Restless their questions
Hear the call
To blooming woman
Answer shine
Build the shrine
The Edge of Humanity
Achieving balance
Reading of the poem:
Waltz of the Roses – Eugen Doga
Replicating cells
24 November 2015
Mother calls me so
Night time spent in drifting winds
Wandering the skies
Pulsating her scent
As I fly through her linings
The push and the pull
Heartbeat resonance
The blue trace of her lingers
Within diamond frame
Mind flies through her blue
Scarlet trace of her fingers
Her palm my meadows
Mother sees me shine
Through the thick and the thin walls
Reverberating
Starry eyed children
Chest filled with her white powder
Intoxication
Bring me the waters
Metamorphosis strikes Heart
All dough will bear bread
The flesh for the soul
Nourishment instils bearers
The joy of the One
Mother carries me
Her back a bone of kingdoms
That icy emerged
Snow falls on her ends
Scarcity in knowledge spent
Book of shells for fools
Glorious her walk
Within the depths of her soul
Twisting gyrating
Replicating cells
I walk within my still self
A mirror for Eye
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Trobar de Morte – The Song of the Stones
Natasha Atlas – Adam’s lullaby
Seeing you through I
3 November 2015
When did it begin?
I have no thread to follow
Beginning is end
The mountains are rich
With treasures of Beloved
Icicles are grapes
I who did not drink
Walk dazed in drunken stupor
From heavenly scents
You are everywhere
Earth pulses with your Heartbeats
That call out to skies
You are all sweetness
A slithering snake’s venom
Becomes bees’ honey
For every question
You gave all answers before
Universal One
Seeing You through I
I saw myself in your Light
Your Kingdom become
Chronos my brother
2 November 2015
The road now coming
I walked in simplicity
Pathways opened up
From within darkness
I picked up scents of the light
Both woven within
I held on divine
There was a thread in the winds
Blind child heard the call
In between hours
Walking on the broken glass
I heeded not cuts
Mermaids walk on shards
Life is spent thus balancing
Teachings of the soul
Chronos my brother
Lent me his precious bounty
He like I just gave
What within forgive
What without never forget
All Love eternal
Manish Vyas – Tumi Bhaja re Mana
Love’s deepest calling / Divine Lover of Woman – Peruquois
Manish Vyas – Ishq (Love)
Manish Vyas – Prasad (Offering)
Building mirror’s other reality
30 October 2015
Sometimes, silent, I think of you in fall
It takes all of the dew of autumn leaves
To wet my lip crackling as it now weaves
Rustling edges, Indian summers that call
From creek I look at you now birth from caul
Wistful membranes resist as Earth now heaves
The pull, the push shudder as she bereaves
More so the words that I utter to maul
Sometimes as winter would dispel meadows
It takes the frost on splintered leaves that lie
To shatter all the shards of memory
When I would gaze upon lesser shadows
Filling reducing space from eye to eye
Building mirror’s other reality
Frills for our Future
26 October 2015
.
Your silent call shrill
Piercing through my ice-clad form
Reinventing words
.
Look to horizons
There is a line in the sky
Where Blue meets the Red
.
.
Energy surges
Taking us to peak of soul
Sinusoidal
.
.
You are primal mate
I know your every shape shift
By my life you dance
.
Morrows will rise bright
As we flow into the light
Sensorial pulse
.
Show me how the waves
Will surrender to my shores
Bubbling with the Love
.
Tree of life awaits
As the music settles smooth
Will you call my name?
.
Rocks you cast upon
Our heavenly forms’ angers
Your foam met my lace
.
Frills for our Future
So untie the fastenings
Perhaps will it bliss
.
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