Redefine purple
16 May 2016
Smoky eyes
Redefine purple
The mist’s haze
The mind’s maze
Blue and red now come ablaze
Twining with the sun
End of lies
Redefine purple
Flowing tide
Glowing pride
The boon granted to the bride
Under the new suns
Dragonflies
Redefine purple
Wings aglow
Splendor show
Riding through the high and low
Going with the flow
Reading of the poem:
God is trying to tell you something – The colour purple
Renewing the glow
12 May 2016
As the night courses
Through my star filled synapses
I spill out my brains
A life in excess
Lived twined in a moonlit space
Sparing my pillow
Opposing forces
Running through my time lapses
A hen pecking grains
Lifetimes no recess
Saved through it all by the grace
Of moonlit willow
Come see miracles
Unfolding from my fingers
The linings ensconce
Lows to pinnacles
Of high pitches the singers
Sing odes in response
Come hear the lost chants
Forgotten bards hold the lyre
For melodies flow
Unspoken the rants
The hearts to balance aspire
Renewing the glow
Reading of the poem:
Tere Bina Zindagi Se Koi Shikwa By Alka Yagnik & Hariharan
Consorts for the Gods
11 March 2016
Blue women
We were born from skies
Our souls free
Our hearts glee
Fires coursing through our hands
Caressing healing
Our mouths say
Anet hrak nut pray
Sky mother
She watches
Fierce though gentle our footsteps
As we walk in love
We roam Earth
Accumulation
Of flavours
Joys and pains
Sum of experiences
Swords of love beaten
All birthing
Is laden with beats
Churning flow
Melding glow
The wave forms as it repeats
Ebb and tide of moons
We birth slow
Enchantment our toll
Breath magic
Easing soft
Into light bodies we know
Ultimate journey
Shimmering
Gathered momentum
Breathtaking
The twirling
My mind resumes the whirling
Infinite reaches
You reach out
Heavenly lover
Night borne wisps
Breath of Gods
The twitching light bodies flames
Suffuse our bright frames
In mortals
You show your design
Mere vessels
They transmit
Your divine blue intentions
As we fly to you
Feathers Blue
Flutter ecstatic
Withstanding
All weathers
In touch with etheric selves
Consorts for the Gods
Reading of the poem:
Watashi no Uso – from Shigatsu wa Kimi no Uso (Your Lie in April)
Liebesleid – Fritz Kreisler from Shigatsu wa Kimi no Uso (Your Lie in April)
Yuujin A – from Shigatsu wa Kimi no Uso (Your Lie in April)
Ballade No 1 in G Minor, Op 23 – from Shigatsu wa Kimi no Uso (Your Lie in April)
Again – from Shigatsu wa Kimi no Uso (Your Lie in April)
Uso no honto – from Shigatsu wa Kimi no Uso (Your Lie in April)
Tune short waves the composite and plain
14-15 November 2015
Come pose me life’s fires, rhythm me soul
Square my chords amidst sixteen circles of eight gipsies
.
Let purple music be my sunrays
As fog protects the crops be the snow that covers green
.
In structure of sunflowers’ meadows
Make me within their darkest seeds intermittent light
.
Scorch me, piece me fractal, grow me whole
Stroboscopic blue meets the red when skies kiss poppies
.
Stack me in cabins, save me arrays
Bounty for one and for all let your waves be my spleen
.
Scatter me four points cardinal knows
Blend, rise my Arabic and Indian roots into might
.
.
Tune short waves the composite and plain
Purple, blue, green, red axis twine and twirl to tropics
.
Searching the skies discover pipelines
Where angels crossing Hearts mirror horizons that glow
.
Three walk away by one in the west
Their curves and their sways shoot into one growing mission
.
End fake unions may they not complain
As above angels so below only Love mimics
.
Shine now through me the one that defines
Under skies of the North the only Love that will flow
.
Three walk by one into sparrows’ nest
Sub dues of the mighty, the unholy transmission
.
Bond – Fuego
Bond – Korobushka
Bond – Explosive
Bond – Shine
In your tall build revel again complete
30 October 2015
I will the trees to gather leaves silent
For woodcutter could hear their rustling chimes
Yet trees bellow with chattering strident
I almost see within bed-ridden rhymes
Often I yearn to join the birds, migrant
Yet trees though noisy choose, I love these thymes
From all those flavours this pine tree vibrant
Of shadowed mushroom faces’ glory mimes
From yonder grounds tall ones preserve their bark
Low high, grey green, choose one in harmony
A will to hurt your glow for none compete
Look down below the winding lanes for mark
Blue red King’s colours splashed hegemony
In your tall build revel again complete
Reaching a place of stillness
4 October 2015
Spurting like fountains
My Heart spreads like a lotus
Drenching all flowers
Engorged in Essence
My love disseminated
Is carried by bees
The garden coloured
By fragments of my soul’s ink
Echoed in Heart’s prism
The shining facets
Diamonds’ glow for a King’s crown
Built your inner sheen
I danced beyond void
I looked into birth of fear
Which lost its voices
Look into abyss
I am below and above
Ethereal always
Expanding in love
Reaching a place of stillness
Where thunder lost sounds
Of perhaps and of maybes
2 September 2015
You didn’t know me
I, gazing back realised
That neither did I
The scent of your skin
I did not know it either
Like a raw green fruit
Translucent and bare
Ripening under some sun
That rose pitiless
Its shadow stretched out
On lands that called to my mind
Loved Tuscanny
Perhaps life will sway
Buckling under the treasure
Of those lost moments
Perhaps life will weigh
From the fruit at its edges
Like a slanting trunk
Maybe love will skim
Giving in to the pressure
Of its own torments
Maybe love will learn
From its own unkempt pledges
Like a rabid drunk
Perhaps love’s desert
Where the sands move tireless
Waves on raging sea
Perhaps love’s a stream
Renouncing gift of water
Where mirrored light glows
Maybe life is firm
Its roots planted in the ground
Like an olive tree
Maybe life is gift
Scarcity does not matter
Where abundance grows
Perhaps just to say
Per actual happenings
That real would spell out
Maybes aiming high
Tokens of when I once wished
An unreal clout
Banishing the doubt
Perhaps in string of maybes
Occurring, waning
A life made of chains
Of perhaps and of maybes
Blurring differing
Hypothetical
Breathed in hoping may it be
As day’s sun shimmered
Perhaps whimsical
What’s left of time’s passing me
Recounts that glimmered
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