United in Love
22 March 2018
Particles alit
Rivers flowing through my hair
I stand in between
Shadows stain my frame
Shivers summon my backbone
Upward influence
Twined features now smile
Peace a beacon in our lives
United in Love
Reading of the poem:
Mahamrityunjaya Mantra – Sacred Sound Choir – Ancient Chant For Healing & Peace
A collateral damage
15 July 2016
Heads or tails
Tossing the quarter
Writhing snails
Pass the test
We made it through the unrest
Barely with a hair
We played piece
Like in ancient Greece
Lives a dime
Underwent
Like a million in my rhyme
Going through intent
I had him
In softening plea
Would I be
Like other
A collateral damage
He looked whispered no
Reading of poem:
Shiva Tandava Stotram
Healing lines my Heart
10 November 2015
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Walk unto altars
No sacrifice but the Grace
Of Blue requiems
Sing the nightingale
Twenty sparrows talked to crows
Of deserts’ pirates
Walk across the dunes
To the solitary grounds
Where angels wept tears
Enter your Temple
Within the sands of Time’s flow
Flaming bush whispers
Walk over the waters
Ebb and flow will set you free
Humble is the Pi
Breathe into the Ground
The fumes of tomorrow’s Life
As I set the Breath
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Walk into the skies
Let the airborne meet the Tunes
Silenced Chimera
Red was the sea’s glint
As she touched the sky-bred Flames
Breathing in the rain
Walk astride the Times
When her hair loose hung in grapes
Wine for the living
Blue was the sky’s Breath
Wings crossed the Ocean’s timelapse
A second coming
Walk under the stones
Crushing is the morrow’s grief
If countdown went wrong
More than a sole Head
Bellerophon my hand’s art
Healing lines my Heart
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Lord of the Rings – The Grace of Undómiel
Solitary Ground – Epica
This is the Time – Epica
Stairway to the Skies
3 November 2015
Treasures forgotten
The well brimmed with yellow sands
That whispered in nights
.
I know the stories
Of well where a pitcher grew
Upon ivy’s roots
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In that well yellow
Transformed into purest gold
Midas I anew
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The touch of the rain
Scintillating in the sparks
Brimmed with Eternal
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Weary travellers
From the East and from the West
Drank from the pitcher
.
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Many distressed souls
From the North and from the South
Ate from the ivy
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My flesh and my wine
Iridescent offerings
Multiplied in Love
,
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Multiply me whole
There are hungers in this world
I will ever quench
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Distribute my soul
Let it be solace’s lace
Shimmering blue veil
,
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Strew me upon hills
Gather me in the valleys
Stir me in rivers
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Climb through me mountains
Let me be your blue ladder
Stairway to the Skies
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Free my airborne hair
Build upon my very Heart
Pathway to the Gods
,
There are different wells within your heart – Hafiz
We have not come here to take prisoners- poetry by Hafiz
Hafiz – If it is not too dark
Dancing to the winds
23 October 2015
There is a music
That plays within my Heart’s lace
Soft touches my soul
When the first notes start
My feet sweep me off the grounds
Heartpath quivering
Neutrinos whizz past
Colliding of no interest
As their light path wanes
My hair strewn ravens
Swirling on ecstasy’s wings
Dancing to the winds
Freed from the sorrows
I dance in house of whispers
I am One with All
Waking within the Heartpath
27 September 2015
You combed soft my hair
Strand by strand separating
The old from the new
Some had grown new roots
Some lay on brink of falling
But all you caressed
Weary from the day
I put my head on your lap
We breathed in the night
The touch of your palm
A cool presence on my brow
Prelude to kisses
The Heart to Heart spoke
In recognition of bond
Blessed Eternity
From disturbed slumber
Waking within the Heartpath
Experience bliss
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