Velvet Ashes of the Life’s Wood!

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Barren musical chairs of lifetime, arbitrarily sit;
Awaiting to be arrayed at best and then mutely quit.
Bear they, the knottiest lyrics of life; overly long;
Marveling, ‘Why kismet has favored such a song?’.
Mindful they are “to be evacuated” all are placed;
Yet, few are dented, painted, and rest are nicely laced.
Be the monotone scarf of fall or shiny motley of spring;
Alike a branch, to every wind, they mastered to swing
Tuned up they are to behave at every alarming bell;
Continuing reliable moves and adeptly lasting well.
How smart was the game?How solitary they stood?
Verbalizes vividly, the velvety ashes of their wood.


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Forgot to erase…..

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The saline pearls that I forgot to erase………

Bleached out are all my witless vanities in a blink;

Repose, I wordlessly in the moth-eaten coffin and think.

Echoing her name from the elite memories, I have;

Pine I, the balmy touch and warmth of aroha she gave.

 

Oh asterisks! Bedim your glint, for eyes gestates my soulful moon;

Hither descends the angel of mine, aah…my life’s paragon boon.

Autumns she, as the maiden ray of sun and departs as the last rain;

Bequeathing my desolate heart unquenchable, all panting in pain.

 

Robs she, the bereft and sterile soil from my rusted grave;

Aflame in the acerbic quagmire of aloneness, and aggrieve.

Spited she, kneels in orisons and hollow handed, walks off;

Finding operose, the bracing stores of intimacy, to throw off.

 

Oh God, stream your grace, afford me a lone breath of life;

Know you not, knots of love are insubordinate to Death’s knife?

Engrossed in the absolute foolery of winning life’s bootless race;

Treasured salty pelts on her sugared cheeks, I forgot to erase.


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The moment, goes on……………….

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Life is all in bantam instants of time. If these moments start to walk backward, the world would stop marching forward. Hence, the spiral of events never rest. They go on and on……….

Flower, the elysian panorama of beaut…..so gentle;

Up on a sveltest touch, dribbled is its fine-spun petal.

Yet, ceases not, being adrift, the savage wind goes on….

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Dismal night is at the clemency of charming moon;

Hopeful day, famishes for the warmth of beaming sun.

Yet, slackens not its taut clench, the unfeeling eclipse goes on…

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Glazed heart, brimmed with emotive tones, is so possessive;

For healing its frangibility, there is no known adhesive.

Yet, forsakes not its beating hollow, the barbarous love goes on…

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Life is an unnamed, uninterrupted splendiferous voyage;

Destination is an upstage and leading astray mirage.

Yet, kiboshes not his inveterate expedition, the daft man goes on…

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Death is an unwished-for guest, whose arrival is certain;

No escape from its embrace and no game to entertain.

Yet, renounces not the desire to live, the hobbling life goes on…


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Where thoughts die and feelings live….

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“Fumbling in the blackest spaces of the intimate emptiness, worries at bay and hopes to stay, she swayed to the melodic rhythm of her soul. Winnowing out pride and embracing love in her stride; croaking beyond the game of shame and blame, she swam the banks of her emotional river. Trampling through and through the murkiest layers of grief and strife she acknowledged her soul dearest. She drenched, drowned and lost herself into the unfathomable profundities of her eternal self. Feeling and freeing limitless, she remained with an innocent fed heart. She rehearsed the “weep of retreat” at the ultimate hark back to her soul. She buried the prosaic rituals of mere living and was adrift on the clear waters of everlasting existence – a pristine pearl in the shell exuding her innate essence. Raising calm in her own presence, she reassembled her fragmentary self. In these unparalled moments of divine silence, she sank in her true self….where thoughts died and feelings lived.”

Godly Temple or a Ghostly Cemetery?

dilemma-1NOTE : This post is not to offend anyone’s religious belief or personal opinion. This is just a random thought of a troubled mind. I request all the readers to take this idea in a very constructive way. Your respected opinions and answers are always welcome.

Waning of 2012 and waxing of 2013 has taken a toll over my thinking. Abruptly,  my mind started thinking of my body. Without any provocation, my inclination started growing towards deeper subjects of life. I felt an urge to know life after death. My curiosity to know what happens to the soul after it departs from its physical structure was at its heights. I was seeking ways to pacify my agitated mind. To distract my mind from such thoughts, I plugged in the TV.  I watched a documentary film on Aghora. I learnt that the Aghora live on dead and decayed bodies of human. I was literally shocked to learn about such concept. I found the concept of eating dead bodies very insane. How can a human body that is considered a holy temple of God be tainted with the remains of a dead?  Of course, they have their own justifying reasons for their concepts and philosophies. I am not an AGHORA and I do not relish on a dead human. However, a dead is always a dead………….be it a dead body of human or a dead body of an animal.  If I am a non-vegetarian, gorging on dead flesh of lamb, what difference it makes between an Aghora and me.  Should my body that I consider divine, be called a ghostly cemetery if I eat meat of a killed lamb? Will there be any holiness in my body if feed on dead meat?  Do I have any logic to justify myself?