The invisible thread

The invisible thread

9 March 2020

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She smiled at him. He was getting more interesting by the day. She always knew that her interest in men was more of the sapiosexual kind but had not realized until this day how much this was true. It was not that he was not handsome, far from that. In fact, she would classify him quite high on the handsome scale although his features might not be the classical handsome face. Yet it was not that which attracted her. What appealed to her most was the fact that he knew so much about a variety of matters and spoke like her several languages, some of which she did not speak herself.

 

He sensed her keener interest and was visibly flattered. He moved closer to her and she nudged towards him, her left flank now touching his right flank. She could feel the heat seep towards her from under his shirt. She felt all warm and cosy and it gave her a fuzzy feeling. He looked intently at her. Her eyes shone with that particular sheen which had captivated him right from the start. Unlike his green and gold speckled eyes, her eyes bore a dark liquid intensity that he had rarely seen in the eyes of the girls he had flirted with before.

 

This one was going to be trouble for his heart if she did not respond to his wishes in the way he wanted. He knew she wanted and celebrated her freedom. Would they be able to keep this feeling despite the both of them being so fiercely independent, he wondered? Yet he knew that every time he was away from her it was like something within him was missing. He simply had to come back to her or her to him, he was not sure which one of them wandered back to the other. Like drunken sailors they seemed to rift apart and then stumble into each other again.

 

It was as if an invisible thread with a spring-like quality was holding them and brought them back to each other when they wandered away too far. He had heard a saying once that people who were meant to meet were tied by an invisible thread. If the saying was true, then he and she were apparently glued together with several servings of invisible thread. He smiled to himself. He liked the idea of being strung up as long as it was with her…

 

Love – B-Tribe

In Circles of bliss

In Circles of bliss

25 March 2016

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I speak Blue

My canvas defined

Oceans’ words

Stretched waters

Definition who is who

Diluted in hearts

 

The pain starts

Within the focus

Define where

Set locus

Derive bright light from the air

Open the Lotus

 

We are carved

Infinity’s trails

Yet like snails

Pace deserts

Scorching sands our daily bread

Lost the divine thread

 

I seized it

Entrance into all

Standing tall

I was none

Witnessed how it had begun

Illusion mind game

 

My body

Death accessory

It paints wild

Withered lands

The throb within understands

The meanings of rain

 

Gone the pain

In Circles of bliss

They shine bright

Through my Heart

Target hit yet gone amiss

All flows through essence

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Manvantara – Bliss

I have a nightmare

I have a nightmare

14 March 2016

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I still feel

Touch of summer breeze

It held me

In rapture

As my heart you then captured

Under spells of fate

 

You and I

Made from the same thread

You spun lies

I spun truth

In between there were tangles

Where we smoothed angles

 

Brief instant

Concentric circles

Lapped at squares

No split hairs

Overcoming all hurdles

Geometries matched

 

You in me

Within dreamtime’s realm

Ecstatic

Lost magic

You the captain at my helm

Guided me to port

 

Safe Haven

Memories of green

I spoke Love

You mistake

We never own what we take

Over the free will

 

I still freeze

I have a nightmare

Where the breeze

Talks to us

Persuades me to let go

I never say no

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Ruhe – Schiller

Now that the trail has gone cold

Now that the trail has gone cold

15 November 2015

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In the beginning

Time washed me on empty shores

Shell of air that hung

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She breathed me Fire

Mother wove me from her womb

Golden thread for stars

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She covered me clay

Rising tides her Oceans spent

Nights on my dark hair

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She swelled me tremors

Beating Heart she raised me high

Tidal waves my blood

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She kneaded me bread

The black and the white she joined

Every mouth to feed

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I wake in her ice

Now that the trail has gone cold

Heart follows her scent

Only my Mother

Scent of Jasmine knew her feet

Ambrosian Life

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The Cranberries – Zombie

The Cranberries – Dreams

The Cranberries – Animal Instinct

 

 

Seeing you through I

Seeing you through I

3 November 2015

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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

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Chronos my brother

Chronos my brother

2 November 2015

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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

 

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In between hours

Walking on the broken glass

I heeded not cuts

 

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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

 

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Manish Vyas – Tumi Bhaja re Mana

Love’s deepest calling / Divine Lover of Woman – Peruquois

Manish Vyas – Ishq (Love)

 Manish Vyas – Prasad (Offering)

 

Experimental

Experimental

16 September 2015

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Black shadows ran ink

Through the backdrop of my soul

Designed grey matter

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Light and Dark blended

As joy and sadness fray not

For lives separate

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Alice lost child’s dreams

As she threaded the needle

Through the looking glass

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The hatter laughed high

Raising pitch black yet a notch

Rabbits’ clocks to smudge

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Thoughts swirl on ceiling

Sink in dark bottomless pits

From all extremes two

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Mermaid walked on legs

Stolen from the living dead

Excruciating!

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Bring me a lost light

Beyond ego turned to foam

As sun light hollered

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Experimental

The layers of mystery

Survive lab testing

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