Eternal wonder

  The yellow sun

With golden hues

And spread of pink

Imbues the painting yonder.

In oneness

I see the Painter

In the radiant gold

And red alike.

One with the widespread sky

That power divine evokes

This panoramic view

The painter and the painting

In unison, become the colors.

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These pictures were  taken along the 

North-South Highway - Taiping to Penang.

Posted for

Scenic Sunday

Weekend Nature

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The unfolding layers

 I

Twilight approaches without a warning

The sun sets fast with red golden colors

Darkness slowly rushes in to take the place

And, the night wishes to stay here for some time.

The corridor is so quiet, only my chair and I seated there

With strands of wishes unfulfilled and daunting memories

The mosquitoes buzz hard musicality, adds pain to ears

Life rolls non-stop with ubiquitous presence to mark its presence.

II

I try to decipher the language of life

Decryption of life?

My conscience began to ask

Yes, I try as might as I can, or possibly can

Each attempt to decrypt goes in vain

For every decryption becomes a deception

That traps me far deeper unto the web of my conscience.

III

I get up from the chair

With mindfulness my steps placed

Conscientiously I move myself

Forgetting everything that were in the past

Leaving the grip of everything that is going to be

I am now clothe in the present

I realize

I am decrypting life

I am learning to be alive

With the secrets embedded in life

Present unveils a little of the secret

The breathtaking mystery of time

The rest goes to make the life itself.

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Nextime

Nextime?

Never trust the 'nextime'

For it may be too late

and the 'nextime' may never come.

If a word or two

In sorrowful request

Pays a visit to you

Never say 'nextime please'

For it may be too late.

That moment is this moment

not 'nextime'.

The soul comes to you

For a reason or two

Open the door of your heart

No matter if you lose a million in business

Because that million brings not the 'nextime'.

But, a paltry sum from that amount

in transaction can buy a wreath

a coffin or to pay the grave diggers

and place an obituary

and to say many good things.

Why?

Because that 'nextime'

Can mean anything, death too.

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Rooting in unity

Infrangibility of nature’s synchronicity

Pristinely rooted to the river

Quenching the thirst all the time

Strongly keeps the soil intact

Taming the turbulence for life to become.

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Lust and Love

Lust a game

Love a stream.

By mind or emotion?

The border in between the two

Disappears in vagueness.

Lust a game

Always an ending.

Love a stream

Always a beginning.

Lust makes human

Love makes the divine

Between the two

The tussle goes on,

Non-stop!!

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Conflicts

ǝlʇʇǝs oʇ ƃuıuuıƃǝq ʇsnp ǝɥʇ

uǝʞɐʇ ʞlɐʍ ɐ ɟo lıɐɹʇ ǝɥʇ ƃuıɹǝʌoɔ

Between the trees and hills

Footsteps lie marking the stride.

Susurration heard indistinctly

Humankinds is just nearby, but,

In obscurity thoughts disturbing

Weave a net for a trapping.

Sooner or later, the place will be nearer

Scarcity of humanity scariest of all

Between the smiles and gentleness

Selfishness lurks with smoothened pace.

The walk slows me down a little

Why these conflicts arising within?

A question I posed to the bearer of this body

Knowing the fact well that I too in life dwell.

The road appears far and narrow

Though everything seems to get closer and wider

Again, I am lost in my erratic thoughts

World’s perfection is my greatest trepidation?

Nervousness seizes me thoroughly

A cold wind sweeps over my being, gently,

In obscurity thoughts disturbing

Weave a net for a trapping.

sʇɥƃnoɥʇ ɔıʇɐɹɹǝ ǝsoɥʇ ƃuıʌɐǝl 'puɐ

˙uoıʇɐɹɹnsns ǝɥʇ oʇ ƃuıuǝʇsıl ʞlɐʍ ʎɯ pǝnuıʇuoɔ ı

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Celestial Oneness

 

eyes strolled far, oblivious

of the glare and everything rare

the glorious beauty conquered it all

and my vision ends in meditation

i am one with 

the water below

and 

sky above.

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Impastos

My eyes glued strongly

To the oil paint

Leaning against the wall.

I chuckle

No one around

Except for a slight breeze.

The impastos

Colorfully laid over the painting

Beautiful indeed each stroke.

Wish my thoughts were like impastos

Well applied livelier it makes the painting of life

And gazing eyes shall appreciatively pour praises

At each beautiful thought.

Thoughts negative

As ugly impasto can easily be scraped,

With painting knife,

For a new impasto

The thoughts ugly too can be removed.

Alas! it is just a wish

Akin impastos thoughts will never become.

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Beautiful Postcard

Received this postcard on 09-09-10 from a blogger friend in 

New Zealand for a reason one can see by clicking the link below
http://dutchcorner.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-my-birthday.html

it is very beautiful

THANK YOU MARJA

Staircase to heaven

Acknowledgement 

Picture used with permission from Lakshmi Sharath

http://backpakker.blogspot.com

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Endlessness

Traveling through time

I pass through various events of life

Without least awareness of the journey

Because in time everything changes

Time does not.

As I grow in time

I perceive things differently

Each stage a revelation

And a vision renewed.

The mystery of time seeded in birth

Accompanies each throughout life

Crossing the five sensorial experiences

Leaving impression that moulds the thought.

I know I am the same entity from birth

Why must I feel the dearth,

And, revel continuously in my senses? 

Yet still contentment evades me often.

This endlessness is indeed a mystery

To speak of it, language flows not

To experience it, the mind wills not

The embrace it, the heart dares not

This endlessness is indeed a mystery.

In the sprouting seed

I see expansion passes gracefully

A gentle rise in time which carries patience

Sign of divine providence.

The seed vanished in time 

Swallowed by earth

Giving birth to a tree.

I pass by nonchalantly

With soul gripping senses

Time remains, I change.

As my somnolence continues

In stagnation without impunity,

Endlessness remains

Mysteriously beyond conception.

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