Inspiring Quote

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One should not limit his progress only to the point of moral codes.

~Bhagavad Gita

 

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Someone’s Watching

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Helpless and hopeless I lose to my senses

I know I have the weakest flesh,

And I am unlucky enough to witness,

This is my chaos of existence

 

I keep blowing away every single ray of light,

Innocently I surrender my soul to the shadowy,

And wear it so comfortably like an old hat,

Even the town’s drunk seems contented with it

 

The land feels dry and hot in my feet,

As I desperately search for the scattered grass,

At least to assure myself that I will see that ray again,

Or even hope to get help from that who’s watching

 

My life is as fragile like a petal amidst dry lands,

I feel it receding like a boat on a shore,

It is getting away as in violence,

I only need that trifling mound of love

 

The world vibrates with piercing punishment,

Today is harder than the day before,

It is a strange sad mortality,

But the desire to live burns inside me,

It bursts like an over-flared balloon

 

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Twilight

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Twilight came soaked with different colors,
Amber, orange, red, gold and distilled purple,
It was shimmering and spectacular against the blue sky,
It seemed to suggest and remind me the beauty of living

The rhythm of the soft breeze passed through the lone tree,
It seemed to carry delicious secrets to the naked branches,
For the naked branches swayed instinctively from side to side,
Spreading the intoxicating rhythm slowly to my trusting soul

The intricacies of the setting sun were reflected in the flower petals,
The majesty of the light that shone through them centered my heart,
They seemed to teach me how to cope with the storms in my life,
That truth was bigger than all the mysterious shadows I’d ever seen

The sun’s low orange candle carried warmth that I could only imagine,
It was strange and carried a quality that I could never give a name to,
For that quality permitted my transparent reflections to live and thrive,
And unburden myself of all the hurt, worries and suck aspirations

The tree indicated an innate dignity that was free of any pride,
That is what kept it alive despite being dishonored time after time,
A quality that came naturally like the warmth of the rising sun,
Abyss of desires washed through my body as I sucked in the moment,

That moment was magical
It was peaceful,
It was wild,
It was unrestricted,
And I desired for a quiet continuity…

 

Illicit Rendezvous

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I longed for my illicit rendezvous
To wave goodbye to all the noises,
The shrieking words without a heart,
Those that created hell of heaven,

Litany of lies was spread everywhere,
It was the accepted religion,
That everyone risked offending,
Yet it alluded the most faithful

I craved and raved to push myself away,
To seek the perfection of my own reality,
For that is my knowledge of true self,
And because of freedom…I had let me be

I needed my present, my life to take priority over history,
And visit my illicit rendezvous with the naked tree,
Beneath the blackened grey sky,
And not gloss over pride customs,
Nor ethical standards

For how hurtful can it be?
Accepting a life chained by blinding faith,
A life lived beneath hideous masks,
Feeling hurt moment after moment,
Its distorted visage is horrifying!

 

 

As it is…

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Discharging one’s specific duty in any field of action, in accordance with orders of higher authorities, serves to elevate one to a higher status of life.
~ Bhagavad Gita

The Agile Queen

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The crick crack echoed the breaking of dawn,
Her body reeled from drunken sweet slumber,
She emerged from the hollows of dead branches,
Guided by instincts, she searched for the soft luminous horizon

The sky was dotted by many scattered smoky clouds,
The crisp falling of air carried beauty that felt invincible,
It made her feel immobile and at the same time suspended her,
It was a distilled sweetness that mornings like these carried

The soft sounds of the whistles and bustles of the wind circled her,
They pushed her forward towards the flower petals despite herself,
The delicate soft petals were slowly opening for her awkward self,
She contained her firing desire to crawl and sit inside such openings

She was focused on fulfilling that, which justified her existence,
All her life she was guided and worked from her untamed instincts,
A huge burden of guilt descended on her whenever she thought of fleeing,
Her own existence and relevance was realized by what she did everyday

She was wild, free and was filled by unpredictable love for her duty,
That love was like the sun, it could not be contained in any way,
Though her world was crafty, dangerous and full of unseen horror,
That love was a glorious blanket that made her feel unreachable,
That understanding rose and blossomed the agile body of this tiny queen

 

Whispers of the Sun

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She had practiced walking from her dream,
She made quiet and measured footfall as the fall of petals,
Her eyes were dark, soft and romantic as those of a poet,
And with every new twist, they widened with new wonder,

A mask of concentration was spread all over her face,
It was as if she was willing for every wish to appear,
The soft early wind pushed her forward despite herself,
It fired her desire that was beyond thought and sweetness

The path was filled with deathly hollow and an infinite narrowness,
Every turn carried a strange mystery that only seemed to deepen hers,
On her sides, lay ravishing splashes of colors from standing tall trees,
They had began to flower, orange, yellow and green coloring,
The perfectness of the beauty they represented was too real!

She halted amidst her steps to fight back the tears springing in her eyes,
She was unprepared for the cascades of tears dripping her cheeks,
That morning was so freshly new that she could see her breath,
The beauty, tenderness and love of the universe surprised her

She willed her strength of discovering the meaning of her life,
She was searching for her happiness and that is all that mattered,
She was beyond the tyranny of time and was floating in it,
She was completely and totally absorbed in the vision of her,
The golden-yellowed strings of sunlight reflected that vision,
They were slow and achingly beautiful like the tunes of a violin

The Promised New

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A particle of gold is worthy to be called gold,
Just as the salty taste of a drop of water from the vast sea,
I, endowed with all the qualities that entitle me to the universe,
Every minute measure in me is part and parcel of everything universal

I can feel the earth’s slow vibrations surging me forward,
The unseen yet real black power seems to shift everything,
Everything seems to be moving yet in reality not moving at all,
To places and experiences that are emblematic and intensely unreal

There are many paths each with its’ own doors to different experiences,
The paths have dancing flowers that are unshackled from tangles of leaves,
They contain a sense of indescribable gentleness that makes me forget,
And they are faded into different shades of colors that glee under the sunlight

I am walking in a world that is neatly balanced between dreaming and reality,
Fast images seem to slam my mind with mixtures of hopes and fear,
The meaning of these paths lies in the secret doors of experiences that awaits,
Trying to find these meanings present yet another experience that has no name,

But I know I have to choose between old spells and the promised new,
My face is decorated with double edged expression that betrays my dilemma,
But I force myself to grow away from self doubts that had held me down,
A firm refusal to be schematized and trapped again into old timely patterns,
I know positive power is only realized in its’ penultimate moment of blackness!