autumn, Legend, life, Literature, poetry

Parade

The regal parade continues to march on.

Many who exist in silent, will reach the end.

Few Spirited ones will depart near the next turn.

Corpses will be shoved by the strapping boots.

Blood stains will rust up on the parched land.

The glorious spectacle is a site to behold.

The regal parade continues to march on.

Inspiration, life

Cold Insight

Hello all,

I hope you all are doing fine, well the cold in my part is not going away. Due to frigid cold all my creative juices have seemed to be frozen , I am being knocked down by strong currents of  weather related gloom, well two things that are keeping my sane are Exercise and Cartoons. I have some divine callings as well, I am often thinking of higher entity as well. I feel I need to be less materialistic and do away with my cosmetics, carbs and insecurities ( my allowance and in-law😉s).

I can be possessive at times over my stuff and people but my new gained cold insight tells me that I need to let go of all the possessions.  Although I don’t take myself very seriously but I need to try to be more humble. Let everything go, and take a holy dip in frozen lake somewhere . Kids will eventually grow up and leave, (cosmetics have already frozen) husband has his life too, what good is holding on? Attachment is the cause of all the suffering as Buddha says and very aptly so! I wish I can take a refuge somewhere in Himalayas, I know I have a monk inside me somewhere. But there are few things I can’t leave, carbohydrates (Chips, Pasta and Pizza), Cosmetics (lipsticks mainly) and Books ( although I read less now a days).

Well Ill catch you all later, I’ve to go to spa for my routine massage and then may be over nice glass of red wine and glazed shrimp, ill introspect more over possessions and attachments!!

Take care !

 

 

wind's tale
Literature, Love, Nature

Murky Clouds

Gentle translucent dew drops

brought along murky clouds

on grey chariots of northern winds

taking me in their mighty clutches 

tossing, spinning me to the

dimensions of the other world, 

as rays of amber Sun descended

on the eclipsed horizons, the  

mighty chariots of Northern winds  

froze in eternity and I once again

came back from the hell! 

life, Nature, poetry

Voids of hearts

Voids of hearts

are like withered

leaves of bygone

autumns

 

Young saplings do

sprout in vibrant 

springs, hope 

takes birth in 

fissures of 

Earth 

 

But the gloom of 

marble tombstones

erected on scarlet

hearts forever

lingers 

 

Tombs inscribed

on polished ruby 

hearts stand like

rows of platoons 

of martyred 

leaves

 

Midst celebrations 

of new battalions 

the void left

by the fallen

leaves somehow 

always hovers …

 

 

 

wound
Love, Nature

Lady Aloofness

The patron goddess
of lonely beings,
Lady Aloofness,
adorned in ashen
maxi enthroned
on errie silence
visited last
dampish evening
Between her
listening and
mine chatters
The maiden
Stillness stood
but the resolute
goddess coiled
around my neck
like a raven
serpent slithering
going mary
go-round
strangulating
all the chords
dwelling in humble
throat, chocking
any word, hissing
away any sense
smothering any
desire with her
venomous fangs!

Pain
Love, Nature, poetry

Every Sigh

In every sigh

on edge of those

porous breaths,

rests a subtle 

suffering, grief

of parting, a 

doomed  sense 

of loss of million

tiny breaths 

conceived in

hollow airs

but warmed 

in ashes of 

mine coral

embers fueled

of inflammable 

maroonish liquid

that runs its

course through

nitrogen cold 

Veins, while 

body fades out

once, those 

delicate breaths 

burn out every

minute!