Magnets of compass
11 August 2016
I’ll see you
When summer will end
In landscapes
Of the fall
Into the river that shapes
Rooted trees grow tall
Blow the horn
Water lonely graves
Pick flowers
From the sands
Rose and crystal grow in lands
Of heavenly stance
Seize the chance
The shadows advise
The sun wise
Chooses soul
Relentless of free will’s pole
Magnets of compass
Reading of the poem:
See You Again – Mychael Danna
Disembodied souls
10 August 2016
The cliffside narrows in thundering sea
The twist and the turn alternating roles
Hearts will and then spurn sunrise and black holes
Of bliss and gallows homicidal glee
Sleepless eye hollows ashen face to flee
The embers that burn in the dying coals
The memories that churn disembodied souls
In flowing shadows on renewal spree
The maidens attire a silken slow tale
Of morrows weaving bare hilltops to mount
Millennium’s desire era to inhale
Blue chest bereaving the fear to surmount
The flames of the pyre in thoughts never pale
Of minds conceiving a lifetime to count
Reading of the poem:
A Thousand Years – Sting
A Thousand Years – Cristina Perri
To go with the flow resistance now dead
10 August 2016
Life’s complexity in seasons of thrall
Levitating wings to treasure the sun
Scorching heat that wrings the branches undone
The higher the tree the greater the fall
Synchronicity motions us enthrall
A new time that brings the feeling of One
Heart closer that sings the shadows outrun
Code eternity to seconds recall
The high and the low heart skies or in lead
Contrasting the lanes pitch black and snow white
Love fear sets aglow in end of the dread
Misconstrued our pains sunken tides the fight
To go with the flow resistance now dead
Purple suns the stains from faces of light
Reading of the poem:
Rise and Fall – Dargaard
The Dissolution of Eternity – Dargaard
In Nomine Aeternitatis – Dargaard
Walk inside the Light
4 August 2016
Shadows slant
Towards the Rivers
The hands plant
Morrows growth
The candles renew the Oath
Shedding the darkness
I bring Sight
Of Timeless Future
Where we walk
Where we talk
More than Jack and the Beanstalk
Pathways to Heavens
Flight to day
Within brittle bones
Transforms me
Lake of tears
I gather compound the fears
Daily inaction
They speak Morse
Their signals blinding
Nighttime cries
Soul that sighs
Peaks of Darkness as they rise
Contrasting powers
They whisper
Walk inside the Light
All is Grace
Show the Face
Steady is the footstep’s pace
We reach the Gardens
Reading of the poem:
De Lumière et d’Obscurité – Dark Sanctuary
Exaudi Vocem Meam, Part 1 – Dark Sanctuary
Exaudi Vocem Meam, Part 2 – Dark Sanctuary
In Love Eternal
23-24 July 2016
Whispering bees fly
Towards scent of lotus leaves
Shimmering on lakes
Rays of light divide
Segments of dancing bodies
Enticing triads
Burning timbers wave
To rows of houses seeded
With flaming essence
Our eyes meet in shades
Of rainbows light aftermath
On grey arenas
The bat replicates
Drunken flight of bumblebee
With lost antennas
The winds pick up speed
Velocity density
Proportionate range
In Time expansion
Dilating with no presence
Enters realm of Light
Shadows diluted
Resonate to hum of Source
In Love Eternal
Reading of the poem:
Wings of Gabriel – Arcana
Serpents Dance – Arcana
Seductive Flame – Arcana
Abrakt – Arcana
God of the Winds – Arcana
Lost in Time – Arcana
Love Eternal – Arcana
Book of Love Book of Shadows
16 July 2016
She felt him everywhere. He was the morning sun, the evening moon the gust of wind that made her swoon into the vapours of the night. He was her glorious air and waning light. Dusk had him combing her strands under the shower and through his touch she felt a nourished flower. Dawn had her willing the sundown that he may forsake his crown to lie beside her again as time shifted into new axis. On went life like a joyride and never did he leave for a second her side. He was with her during her daily chores his unseen presence bringing her scores of answers to questions she never asked aloud. The choices were made before she even voices them in morrow’s gate and he was never late.
None felt him but her so vividly like only the fully alive can feel the fully undead. He was a walking ghost in her head. He visited her too when she was awake and never once ever spake although they had much to say to each other and all was said. From the choice of dresses to the choice of her suit the unanswered questions always bore fruit. He was that space in between the atoms and the atom itself. With her neither he nor she had any sense of self. They lived for the other that none would ever smother.
I live you and love you beyond Time he would say and to that reality she would endlessly pray. When the rain would fall she would hear of his ghostly steps the patter and then in the world nothing else would matter as she rose within and without to greet him and flout her newfound alternate ghostly world where she swam to the brim. A world where they would meet in between the blink and the eye between the joy and the sigh when the ravens crowed low and the moon was high.
He was there without a trace, the shadows a remnant of his face that she held so dearly etched in the suburbs of her retina so clearly as she watched him with her inner eye when together their ghosts to every whim did comply. I know you from before Time she said and laid her head on his chest where he stroked out of her mind all unrest. I love you from before Space he replied as he kissed her and sighed for all was now Grace.
There was not a touch she missed nor a spot on his frame she had not kissed. It was all there amid the drops in the air as it stayed in between a sheet of silken sheen. Material immaterial. Earthbound and aerial. Real and ethereal. He knew her every layer of her nightmare he was the slayer. Ever present ever absent a present in past and future tense which reworked the walls of her imagination. Stretched beyond belief, stretched beyond the falling leaf that sheltered the pages of the book that unfolded in her mind. A book she could read even if she were to ever go blind as its leaves were etched in her heart. A book of Love as it twined around her heart like a glove. A book of Shadows that only the heart knows.
Reading of the short story:
Hai Dil Ye Mera – Arijit Singh
Main Yaha Hoon – Udit Narayan
My Man – Geetha Balvannanathan
In the name of Love
7 July 2016
Their vision scorched me
Thousand soldiers of darkness
Of untruth their flag
Is this as it is
The sum of all our hardships
Walking on the knees
I roamed the deserts
My hair running its own way
Talks of centuries
My shadows cast light
In the silence of their screams
As the widow dreams
They hardened their hearts
In the name of freedom’s rings
As their chains tightened
Martial waverings
Their walks valleys of despair
As orphans huddled
The suns in me tire
Of the cycles of tales dire
Reinventing hope
The blind men will grope
Their hands panic stricken tools
Their hearts emptiness
Power’s not prowess
Only throne of loneliness
Rotten arm in glove
When I live again
Walk with me in the valleys
In the name of Love
Reading of the poem:
Kafartu – Dhafer Youssef
Soupir Eternel – Dhafer Youssef
In the name of Love – Dhafer Youssef
The promise
11-12 June 2016
Moonlit skies
They speak of night’s wish
Silent flames
The stars bright
The Time when all sets in right
Falling into place
Silken lace
Velveteen instants
Dark aglow
With the light
A million candles whisper
Haunting tapestry
Leitmotiv
In the mind voices
They call out
To shadows
They breathe the night to forgive
In places to cure
Minds allure
Power a totem
Branded cow
Takes a bow
Corridas for all genders
The new age tenders
She waits lone
Her frame silent tomb
Engulfing
Pervading
The night’s thicket like black ink
As the seconds drop
Countless times
She rehearses phrase
The one learnt
In a daze
When everything meant something
When promises held
True beacon
It is in the flame
That shivers
Yet shimmers
As the white wicker simmers
With remnants of heat
The dust shines
In between shadows
Translucent
White traces
Of the decaying matter
Clinging on to life
Lessons learnt
They may rewind Time
To fulfill
The promise
The heart a faithful servant
Love only master
Reading of the poem:
Sigma – Secret Garden
Papillon – Secret Garden
Silence Speaks – Secret Garden
Adagio – Secret Garden
Lotus – Secret Garden
The Promise – Secret Garden
Song from a secret Garden – Secret Garden
Down by the river
10 June 2016
Counting stones
Down by the river
Each pebble
A symbol
Of weight that creased the footstep
When feet were nimble
Walking straight
Aloft the waters
Heaven’s pull
Contrasting
Gravity everlasting
Maintaining balance
Water flows
Endless free motion
No cushion
Commotion
A state of being alive
In expectation
We bear ills
Of every nation
Our hearts fenced
Our minds tight
Shutters barely let in light
Shadows our pittance
There are trees
That grow in the air
When I look
They are there
My mind their only manure
The sky’s tears their food
The world twirls
Dark merry-go-round
Yet I dream
Yes I dream
Images that join stream
Down by the river
Reading of the poem:
Στα σύννεφα – Papercut
My Melody – Papercut
A Dream – Papercut
A wild bird to tame
7-8 June 2016
Opposites
Intertwined movements
Pull and push
Seize, repel
The light creates the darkness
Darkness spurs the light
Forever
Unending relay
Lost battle
Defining
Each object soul declining
The duality
Idle thoughts
Interpretation
My mind sits
In between
The feeling and the intent
Complex misgivings
There are times
All we have are rhymes
Of shadows
In the Heart
Coupling decoupling stanzas
In weary patterns
The fullness
It begs for the void
The questions
A hunger
Weak the inner selves avoid
Bitter aftertastes
The soul wastes
In bodies that lie
The tongue sharp
Knives wicked
Speech a way to hurt or soothe
The sword in a glove
Only Love
The heavenly boon
Caresses
Undresses
The soul a sweet naked flame
A wild bird to tame
Reading of the poem:
Forever – Javier Navarrete
Open Water – Javier Navarrete
Fiamma’s theme – Javier Navarrete
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