Whispered end 2 March 2021
Hills turn blue vapour condenses illusion On white glass my eye signs off a contract with the moonlit shades Harrowing the sights of morrows they swell slow into mind I reshape their existence with might of the flow Conducive point of the return Saddened eye whispered end stammers which the mind portends that the soul now mends Reading of the poem:
Messiah Project - My Usual Thought
Bitter aftertaste
21 September 2018
Within my bosom
Ice clad features of sorrow
Melt down in habit
Whispers of monsoon
Rain down from shuttered eyelids
Illusion skin deep
Fed equal measures
Teaspoon of liquid honey
Bitter aftertaste
Reading of the poem:
Smother – Daughter
Alternate realities – Chapter 3 : The journey inwards
13 February 2018
Since the time of her twinflame’s betrayal and the subsequent ordeal she had gone through she had not been in the company of her twinflame while he was conscious. She realised that he seemed to have lost interest in her after the time he had staged an interaction with the person he had been posing as. At the last minute that time the person he was posing as did not turn up for the meeting although several signals had been coordinated at the point of their meeting in order to condition her. The signals were tailored to her frequency so nobody else in the mall would be subject to them.
The mall she was waiting at had a systematic sound of chimes ringing at a regular frequency to lull her mind into compliance while she was waiting. When she had finally realised he would not be coming, she sat at a dinner table to eat alone. While she was eating he passed on a message to her through subliminal suggestion and she understood that he had informed his psychiatrist about her. She had laughed inwards thinking that his psychiatrist must have thought him to be completely crazy to be talking about a woman who reached out to him in the form of a ghost and could make love with him in that form and then vanish without a trace. She would have loved to be in that room and hear that conversation.
It had been a while since she last went to join him in etheric form. Several weeks and then months passed by without her contacting him except to answer his telepathic incursions in her mind. She could not avoid that because once the twinflame connection had been triggered it was impossible to turn off that telepathic communication. It had been genetically engineered in all aliens who had chosen to be born on Earth by impregnation of the chosen mother rather than coming to Earth in their original form. The same genetic engineering had been put in place for when the time would come for changes to be implemented by the resulting hybrids. She laughed when thinking about all the individuals who were afraid of an alien invasion. Little did they know that aliens had been on Earth for thousands of years and not only that but they had interbred with human beings and some had been injected into the wombs of human women to be born as hybrids.
She sighed and resumed her position as she went deeper into the meditative state. Like every time she meditated she could feel herself plunging into an internal world full of magic and luminosity. It was as if she entered a cave from the outside world only to find that the cave was much brighter than the outside world once the initial threshold had been stepped over. As she swayed she could feel her body become lighter and collapse underneath as she rose above it and viewed herself. Every time she came out of her body it was as if a thousand pieces of data surrounded her and she could read all of them together. While she was out of her body, she could access any knowledge she wanted to and past, present and future were all one frozen state of being as she watched them converge into the focal point of the now.
She breathed deeper and her consciousness fluttered, joining hands with her oversoul. When she had initially experimented with the out of body experiences, she had only been able to link her mind with her consciousness and etheric self. Nowadays she was getting more skilled at her out of body experiences and could actually establish contact with her oversoul which lay within the deeper recesses of the cave full of light that she delved into when meditating. Whenever that connection was established, she was able to access an array of events and alternate versions of herself. It was like watching several movies at the same time with her as the heroin of all the movies. Some versions of her did not look fully like her as there were some small changes but the main features and body build were substantially the same. She touched one of the other beings in one of the alternate versions and that being disappeared…
Prasad – Manish Vyas
Requiem for the Moonlight
30 April 2017
Distill me
Earthen Illusion
Growing fond
Of confusion
Lingering pieces of mind
Crowing in the lung
Caverns flung
Into the open
Whitened paths
Silver streaks
The pale satellite now speaks
Its tongue two aces
Lost places
Where the feet dim shades
Water wades
Into life
The mermaids giving up fight
Requiem for the Moonlight
Reading of the poem:
Eastern Illusion – Zero Project
Silence – Zero Project
Moonlight Requiem – Zero Project
Blended illusion
14 November 2016
Three to one
Sorted confusion
Our limbs meet
Green hilltops
Slopes sliding through the morrows
Forged in the sorrows
Priest and nun
Thwarted diffusion
Our bones sweep
Blue graveyards
Where the look takes to the kill
Bodies lying still
Hopes are torn
When the children die
Pennies lie
Change wasted
The smiles on our mouth pasted
With gruesome dark glue
Blink I’m gone
Remnants of pieces
Skin hanging
Rose petals
Showering your pale body
As the sound subsides
Wild horse rides
Peaks of never more
Wave broken
On the shore
The hurt still throbbing and sore
Wrists red though uncut
The eyes shut
Blended illusion
Surging through
Blue temple
Your breath warm as I tremble
My way through your chest
Reading of the poem:
The Trees – Max Richter
The Tree the Beach the Sea – Max Richter
This Bitter Earth / On the Nature of Daylight – Max Richter / Dinah Washington
Picking up the pieces right
2 October 2016
Illusion of you
Tendrils reaching out tickle
Mind of the fickle
Shimmering carpet
Palpable incandescence
Restoring essence
Jigsaw a flavour
The taste a blend of futures
Daunting promises
Path in needle’s eye
The bosom lost in the sigh
Throat in constriction
Secrets scattering
Master of the ancient ring
Whiff of ocean’s breeze
Blowing with the wind
Picking up the pieces right
Recomposed mind shapes
Reading of the poem:
Dancing with the wind – Omar Akram
Shimmering Star – Omar Akram
Passage into Midnight – Omar Akram
Chef d’orchestre à lutrins âme église qui médite
(poème écrit sous forme de sonnet Petrarch en Alexandrin traduit en anglais ci-bas ou ici)
6 septembre 2016
Les douleurs effacées en séries de hoquets
Vivre comme lampe qui suinte un passé langoureux
Fracture du temps éreinte mon élan amoureux
De ces temps trépassés j’ai formé des bouquets
Souvenirs déplacés comme images en loquets
De mémoire sont la feinte en mon corps douloureux
De vieux sentiers empreinte porte les tiers valeureux
En pointe de croix lassés habitants des troquets
Ressource en moi entrain résurrection dédite
Des plaies qui s’amoncellent illusion de travers
J’élèverais les quatrains à des places inédites
Moitiés d’Alexandrins ma version érudite
Musique de violoncelle pour un cœur en deux vers
Chef d’orchestre à lutrins âme église qui médite
Lecture du sonnet:
Conductor with lecterns soul church that meditates
(Poem written as an Italian Petrarch sonnet in Alexandrin form. See original above or here)
September 6, 2016
The pain that is erased in series of hiccups
To live like lamp oozing of a languorous past
The Time fracture that tires my loving momentum
Of these forgotten Times I created bouquets
The memories misplaced images in latches
Are the memory’s sham in my aching body
From old trails the imprint bears the thirds valorous
In advanced cross weary residents of cafés
Resource in me the flame resurrection denied
From sores that are piling a deformed illusion
I would raise the quatrains to newly found places
Halves of Alexandrines my scholarly version
The music of cellos for heart in two verses
Conductor with lecterns soul church that meditates
Reading of the poem:
Stonemilker – Björk
Lionsong – Björk
Unravel – Björk
Frontal collision
19 July 2016
Black widow
Mourning lost vigil
Of her death
Rancid breath
Hovering in morning chill
As Time sweeps over
Illusion
Hammering vision
Retina
Stuck in loop
Stroboscopic impression
Frontal collision
We were strands
Twirling through eras
Fear disbands
Reprimands
Scorching lips smothering fate
Melancholy’s slate
Burning pyre
My inner realms dire
Desert space
None to face
No judgement but fall from Grace
Upon green-blue fields
Stigmata
Mind’s repetition
Your kisses
Heal my wounds
That flay my every layer
Between core and skin
Hope runs thin
Time is a slayer
Partition
Melodies
A move away from fences
Disturbed defenses
Reading of the poem:
Late Goodbye – Poets of the Fall
War – Poets of the Fall
Daze – Poets of the Fall
Heal my wounds – Poets of the Fall
Dreaming wide Awake – Poets of the Fall
Rebirth – Poets of the Fall
Unfolding mysteries spin
11 July 2016
Three fingers
Woven in the skin
Define me
Pink contours
The flash seen without detours
As the heat rises
Still glances
As the ship glides on
The icebergs
Illusion
Above and below now bound
The law of fusion
Hot and cold
Term me dynamics
Balance point
Zero stance
Two heads one bodied soul joint
As the wizards dance
Dead freedom
Measures of the sleep
Company
False we keep
Lulling us into the fields
Where orphans will weep
Writhing frames
The wilting will slain
Our bodies
Fallen stars
Mummies preserved where we’d lain
Tucked into the folds
Death akin
To ecstasies’ flames
Subtle grounds
My mind hounds
Unfolding mysteries spin
A blue heart to win
Reading of the poem:
Uloin – Tenhi
Näkin Laulu (1997 version) – Tenhi
Haaksi – Tenhi
Rotating
June 29-30 2016
This world swirls
Twixt light and shadow
Alternate
Perspectives
My inner world reflective
Of the changing Times
Ghostly chimes
They talk about feast
Deadly ones
For the Beast
Perhaps celebrating ends
As the clockwork mends
Daily trends
Going with the flow
End is near
For the fear
Reaching out to where I hear
The angels singing
Gyrating
Continuous spin
Voice hovers
Above din
Of hundreds of wings flapping
Like dark pouring rains
Reflections
Monsoon exercise
The downpour
Engorging
Being swelling to the brink
The sum of our pains
The soul’s stains
Are but illusion
Confusion
Rotating
Inside the faithless minds’ space
Slaves to the rat race
Reading of the poem:
Light and Shadow – Vangelis
Alpha – Vangelis
Conquest of the Paradise – Vangelis
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