Churning clouds of stalking yesterday,
Wells over my staunch skies of today.
Lavishing caustic peltings of undated pain;
Stinging my groovy glean of repose, in vain.
Flitting flaps of self-will, curbed I stand;
Fending for my well-earned peaceable land.
Holding up the salvaging canopy of hope;
Feel I safe, summoning courage to cope.
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Doomed slackly to a benumbed branch so barren,
Dangling in faith, I, the only unfrequented lantern.
No more bright tinges for eyes, but pallor for hue;
Burning up in winter, a colossal penance I pursue.
The knavish snow slants on my hoary shoulders,
Cloaking my spark with its lily-white gelid borders.
Withal I go- thawing soft, this frost-bound night…
Lighting the roll down of darkness, bilking my sight.
Jugging the hot ambers in me, whipping my core,
Maneuvering I am, for you to attain your shore.
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Dawn on me secretly my soulmate……..your saving grace;
Thaw my frozen down spirit along the Sun’s maiden rays.
Do not adjourn yourself from me, you, the absolute divine;
Redeem mercy to this iniquitous soul, to you, ever I entwine.
Consecrate me all over again with your intoxicating smile;
Avail me to steer still, this shimmying ship of tears for a while.
Played out to core, I am, tagging your moonily reflection;
Tranquilize me to reposeful sopor with your genial affection.
Kneeling in the autumn of life, imploring you to be the spring;
All the nests are bygone tales yet birds of hope blithely sing.
Rainfall pinks my door, frequenting as an unwished-for guest;
Enfeebling itself, pouring all but betraying to slake my thirst.
Despair tramping stealthily, is all I construe in this noisy air;
Do not rob me off my serenity, my silent and rightful share.
Quivers is my trusted desire in this unfeeling wintry cold;
Tune up my faith underneath your love blanket’s warm fold.
Stir up in me, the compassionate spark, and the holy will to live;
Pep up me to espouse your guiding light and justly forgive.
Tincture your remembrance in all my nescient voids of sense;
Beef up me to entomb the carking clouds of fears, so dense.
Secure me fondly with your lovesome lace, all night and day;
Let no anguish of yesterday or vex of futurity make their way.
Settle softly alongside me, kissing my frail and unnerved hands;
Embodying the known friendliness amidst the unknown sands….
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Nature’s in-frangible awesomeness, the balmiest splendor;
Gestates the everlastingly hexing beauty of wonder.
Oriented scant, are its sweet-scented moments on earth;
But the supernal beauty’s saga of esteem, has no dearth.
Keels it mildly to the coolheaded breeze, mirthfully perched;
Caressed euphorically with love and exquisitely attended.
Ornaments itself in the most burnished of the flushed red;
To the mesmeric redolence, this beaut is celestially wed.
Aborigine of grace, speaks the fine language of peace;
Love is its culture, modesty is its attire, carried in ease.
Echoes the raspy wind’s bell and tiny spirit is glad to kneel;
Descending graciously and thinly to ratify the death’s deal.
Its cushy petals autumn, fly and dry by the sun-baked heat;
But the memorable dawdling essence, reincarnate and repeat.
Profoundly fathoming is this suave and orphic flavored power;
Drawing me gently to the ethereal silence of the fallen flower.
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Sullen clouds of ego have tardily beetled off and gone;
Egressed I humble, for savoring the unnamed divine.
Respiring mildly I, ecstasy, in the name of air so bare;
Conceived not I, ever so, life would be a howling affair.
Inebriated me amply, your bewitching fragrance;
Stupefied me staggeringly, your amaranthine brilliance.
Croaked I wholly for myself and subsisted purely for you;
Such unequaled sapidity of oneness, I nursed no clue.
Swallowed I, the span between love and beloved;
While cantillating reliably, your nectarine name aloud.
Oh my, benignant! Let me pulsate in your passion;
And let me get erred ceaselessly like curls in the ocean.
Accord me a mercy to commingle in your existence;
Do not keep me hankering for the hallowed substance.
Proffer me death from the unrelenting affray outside;
Sanctify my rebirth in the perfect sanctum of solitude inside.
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In the wake of queasiness, I call…
Wherefore there is recondite pain?
When spites model in front line, so naked
Why knives on the backbone are disguise-sheathed?
In the wake of queasiness, I call…
Wherefore there is orotund confusedness?
When you harp in each and every spell of breath
Why hunt in temples, mosques and churches on earth?
In the wake of queasiness, I call…
Wherefore there is gravid iniquity?
When you have scripted our lives’ blank shell slate
Why one bears riches in fate…why poverty is other’s trait?
In the wake of queasiness, I call…
Wherefore there is sleeveless hatred?
When you have served up solely love in the plate
Why one is embraced and the other is averted in hate?
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Once in a blue moon, strikes the life’s inevitable arrow;
Aches rich the heart and eyes unfold the dams of sorrow.
I marvel…. how blithely subsists this supernal beauty, a rose;
Hovering cordially amidst the hardhearted prickles, so close.
Endeavors much, the loathly winds, to damp this rufescent lamp;
Nonetheless, walks in pride, this red splendor on storm’s gray ramp.
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Strings of Soulfulness 