Momentaneous glory

The weather is cold

Night breeze embraces me tightly

The memory swirling high

Bringing back the moment’s glory

Of beauty and wonderful dreams

And I snuggle into the comfort

Of pleasing surrealism.

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Mire of delusion

The touch of pain began to gnaw deep

Restlessness outgrows everything

Why the vain rein repeatedly?

Scarring the gory wounds of the past

The revolt-drilling non-stop

Beyond reaches of moon and sun.

Trickling down in crystalline transparency

The blood of emotion rushes

And, evaporates unto the pain again and again.

Ages have seemingly passed through me

As centuries of weighty experiences loading

Polarizing emotion rests long within me.

Resenting me, the mind plays the game wildly

In relentless pursuit of happiness wailed of

But, in shadowy exclusion this path takes me to.

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Rickety stillness

My breathes

Jiggles to the smell

Of the scented rose

That lay bare the scent.

A moment of twist

A brief stillness I steal.

Beyond rational

The wind sweeps cool

All over spreading the gentle cold

A brief stillness in time

I steal again.

A relief

A sigh

Satisfaction

The contemporaneity somnambulism

Life smiles, and I chuckle,

My walk continues

Searching a right path to tread.

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Eternal Slumber

 (Today brought back strong memory of a wonderful lady in my life, so I decided to re-post this poem once again)

It is hard to accept the reality

The reality confined within the realm of senses,

But beyond the realm of senses, my venture revealed

That you are still there as you always have been.

The care and the love sprinkled over six decades

I shall cherish every second till my breath last

And one day I know within the recess of my conscience

I shall dive again unto the eternity that brought me here,

And we shall meet again in the eternal slumber.

Everything born

Definitely will be gone, one day.

Time is the difference

That makes the length of survival

The reality arises swiftly

Around us daily.

Yet how many cares to know

That everything born

Definitely will be gone one day?

I learn to accept that the waves that disappear

Goes nowhere but unto the great wide ocean

Likewise in this journey of life and beauty

Everyone has to leave tracking their own footsteps

Until then their breath continues the search

When the fulfillment is reached, nothing else can hinder.

The path you walked and the door that you entered

Now seems barren and closed to my heart,

As I ponder will I see again the same you in the same form

I let my tears profusely touch my conscience to bath you.

Your presence led me to where I am now

I wish you will still lead me further in this growth

And guard me against the puny desires of the world.

Words are inadequate to describe you

Yet I am trying my best to tell you that

Despite all the good things that we have shared

Despite all the differences that we have had

Amma..you are the one and only for now and ever.

As you lay there in eternal slumber

I pray to the mighty guardian of the universe

That unto peace and great love He place you well

And reveal to me again when the time come.

Painstakingly I am trying to accept the truth

Alas! Human I am…what can I do Amma

To forget is not the right word

Nor to erase the memory is a thing desired.

All I want now Amma, just let me know every now and then

That everything there is better than here

Reveal me please, where you are now.

We will meet again in eternal slumber,

Take care Amma.

[This is a re-post. Dedicated to a wonderful lady in my life, my mother Madam Manonmani Muthiah who shed her mortal coil on 22 February 2009. May she rest in uninterrupted peace.]

Nostalgia

Between the thoughts I pine for fulfillment

Weeping the energy away hurrying without necessity

Like lightning, flashes of memory come and go

The moment stood at last a brief while

A stop that was once, painted again in my mind.

These sentiments hidden somewhere

Filling the melodies of life

Only to suddenly rise to remind

The moment gone will never take birth again.

The moment passes by witnessing the sitting me

Bidding goodbye in the seconds as aging marches on

But, I am hooked by my past, oblivious to my presence

I let those memories to grow and die within me.

Like a circle, knows not where the ending is

My thoughts dances non-stop

At times soothingly, at times violently

But, time cares a little about me as I slip through it.

Past, a never return passer by

Never turn to see as it passes by.

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Abysmal moment

The abysmal moment

Frozen at my awakening

Lasted not more than seconds

But honeyed experience lingers still.

That moment

Timeless stillness stilled

I cherish most

Like the moisturizing morning dew

That gloriously crowns the green grass.

I wish it lasted abysmally

The moment that stole my existence,

I wish it lasted abysmally

The moment meditation mediates.

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Withering blues

Wither goes the heart.

Today it is a mess

The mind wallows in solemn somnolence

Hankering heart twisted hard.

This moment has begun silently

I tried to retreat but the waves are a strong pull

With shallow guts I am treading today

It is hard, I know it is hard

I know that forever it shall never remain so.

The heart is missing everything

Anticipation in gloomy weather withers away

The hope I realize is waning somewhere

The mind I try to anchor deeply everywhere.

For wants of something priceless

Minding the pain over pleasure

I mind not to jump or step over

Across the turbulence

That washes away the sand castle in seconds.

Tangling thoughts of memories

Playing hide and seek with gaily dances

Hiding behind my conscience, each I observe intact

A smile dropped from my lips

To catch it I tried, but it vanishes as fast it dropped

Tangling thoughts of memories

Keep playing hide and seek with gaily dances.

Today is just another day

But, why it has to be without a heart to play

Everyone minding his or her own way

Is this the rant, a dance of the Great One’s sway?

Clumsily holding a book in one hand

A cup of coffee in another

I walk the path dictated by mind

Wither goes the heart

Today is a mess.

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