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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