The universal dream

...........carryontuesday

Life bubbles from eternity
Like crystals drop down infinity
From a dream of abstract creation
We exist as the dream itself.
Within this dream, we live on dreaming
A life saturated wth dream of senses
For the world of external manifestation
Is just another dream to fulfill the senses with grip.

A dream, life is as a river
A flow, life is a dream
Everything bubbles away eternally
For what good we gain if no dreams to gain.
The god of creation is just another dream
He dreams of his mind's projection,
To love himself more and more
In oneness he diversifies himself in dreams
seen as plants, animals, man, earth and oceans
before he finally merges unto himself
again, and again the cycle of dream continues.

Dream on, for dreams are sweet
What good we gain if no dreams to gain

Dream on, the lord is dreaming too.


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The other side…...

...................carry on Tuesday

His legs wander deep unto the night,
The night embraced by the moonlight
He has to keep his steps in careful stride
Along the ravine by the dungeon
A fall could be his last.
His stroll brings him to a halt
When suddenly he sees a door
With silvery lines and gold coating
His hands draw the temptation closer.

Knocking on the moonlit door
Saturated with impish delight
The traveler muttered inaudibly
At the long moment of impatient wait.
Images around appears eerily wild
Casting stance of unimaginable fear,
His voice resonates in tears
"Is there anybody there?"

In creepy voice the sky speaks to him
Gurgling fear reverberates across sky
Regurgitating a dark secret immersed in history
Known only to the keeper of eternity.

Knocking on the moonlit door, once again
"Is there anybody there?" said the Traveler
A long pause ensues
And a voice speaks loud,
“Yes, I am here, the keeper of eternity.
Only the dead knocks at this door,
to know their fate from now onwards”.


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Technology

Silence murdered

Quietness impaired

Know ye that technology

Has invaded.

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We reap, what we sow

The shadowy life of the past
Reminds me of moments planted along the way,
Which, were filled with earnest play
And kept always my days, filled.
Each step along each narrowest moment
Brought the laws of nature into my mind
We reap nothing but what we sow.

My heart allows in the musical stream of life
As nature speak loud in many languages.
Dancing along the moments of memory
Down the memory lane, forgetting my feet
I feel like flying and two illusory wings flapping
With rapidity unexplained, I roam free.
In the depth oblivious to many
The mute voice breaks the silence
Killing quietness to express loudly
Life is everything, if you only care to live.

These moments taught me lessons of good and bad
That none is too good to be perfect
And none is too bad to be whacked,
Each thing in life is designed with a purpose
It is only when the eyes in blindness covered
And the mind in darkest dungeon dwell
The heart hankers after desires unfulfilled
Man sees with comparison the compassion granted
And divides them into pieces small
Just to wail loud daily the pathetic lamentation
‘Why must I suffer?’
‘Why must this happen to me?’

We reap only, what we have sown
Are we to blame the entire world?
But we with immunity coated?


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Whispers and breathes of love

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The red rose whispers of passion

And I know this life is given with a mission

To spread the mighty colours of love

That carries the purity of the white dove.

From nature we come and back to nature we go

Nothing else we have to nurture but love

And let others slip and blown away in the wind

But, the remnants of love are the only sustenance.

Petals of beautiful flowers strewn near and far

Spreading the earth with warmth and glitters

Speaking of a heaven that none have seen nor been to

And, perpetually generations flowers prosperously.

Surrounded by arid land and cactus

Across the global stage where my eyes have never reached

There lies the truth infallible singing the tune of oneness

And, I walk miles and miles with wind, trees, sun and sky

Enchanted and anchored in that unity that binds togetherness.

Kissing the wind and soothing the trees

In this journey that appears far and limitless

I know there is nothing to gain for me to lose

Because from nature comes this treasure

To be undone once again everything is done here.

In this garden of humanity

At the sight of a rose, a white rose

Below the starry firmament that spreads wide

The shadows speak in utter silence

Gently rhyming to the dance of the wind

Extending hope that only love sustains,

And the white rose breathes of love

Eternally.

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Feathered migrants

vision

....road to Sunday Scribblings

vision
the mind’s profusion
of the yearning
vaulted within.

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Weather

blazing sun

drinking ice water

high temperature.

______________

trees happily dance

in love with the wind.

______________

sky cries

missing the earth

worms smile in gratitude.

______________

it rains

thirst quenched

shoes in the mud.

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Why blame me….?

Why blame me for everything
When even the breathe I live by
Is not mine to keep or throw
And thus who am I to make you glow?

Just a dust particle I am in this universe
Blown here and there by the same wind
By which we all breathe to sustain the life
And in this uncertainty what happiness you crave from me?

Escaping the routines of life
I dance little different steps
To try a rhythm different and new
So my boredom won’t renew
In search I always remain helpless
So, nothing will come from me to help you.

A traveler traversing the road not taken
Everything is but a new experience sans explanation
I just get on it and let myself be engrossed in it
And, how can I explain everything me to you?

Like the boat that sails a lonely river
My life takes the twists across the turbulent mind
Sometimes everything is nothing but pleasure,
Yet, who am I to teach you about life
When in pain I too whine?

Somehow the clouds passed by
Leaving the wet trails behind
You would have understood me
Had you waited,
But sometimes history hides well
Beyond which memories can’t reach.

Now you are gone
To whom shall I tell
all these and more?


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