The Submerge!

In my sottish haze and in my weariness,

I date my spirit ….my tender memory of love;

My moon and moonshine; my sun and sunshine;

My garden and water; my grape and grape wine.

Swooning to a celestial tune, to the soulful strain of love;

I breathe in, every wee drop of Elysian ecstasy.

Torn and born in your love, I am fated to you, my beloved.

Ceasing my search and leading my life in you.

Drawing in repose and unfreezing my agony in you.

Intoxicated by your love to the rim……

Chancing no other argue to frown,

I just drown……….drown to the unfathomable grace of YOU.

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The Dance of Vehemence.

I dance to the tacit tunes of splendid wildness.
Let not the man uncover me in his bare keenness.
Behind, I bequeath my gossamer veil of soberness,
Like an insane, I saltate in my rapturous madness.

My dance is finely sculped in the tranquil zephyr,
As I incite with all the métier my soul can harbour.
I dance to my heart’s marrow, and no person, I care.
Move, I fleetly – to kiss my feet, no sand can dare.

I dance in the swarms of cosmic whirlpool, so wild,
And lift my nimble substance in surges of gracility, so mild.
I flirt with my pixilated shadows, like a child;
As though a pearl of dew, in the elysian lunacy, I slide.

I sway along gently and dance like ne’er before;
Soar like a roiled ocean, to reach my sedated shore.
Fly like a bird, but flock of my burdens, I ignore;
And trip the light fantastic toe to the sacred rhythm, I adore.

I look upto my pristine soul, casting off the sheath;
Getting larger than life, and defying death.
I find my pedes weaving a little poetry, underneath;
And pick up my heart humming a melody on each breath.

Envied angels pair off their finest footfalls with mine,
In the grimmest night, like a silvern moon, I shine.
The stars align in paragon, as my arcs twist and twine;
Crimsoned, I feel on cloud nine, Oh! How do I confine?

My anguish is bolted and deepest void is liberally filled;
I dance like woolgathering with my feet and calm is instilled.
My hieing heart is exalted and sobbing soul is lulled;
In the dance of vehemence, even the cosmos is stilled.

The Saline Mischief !

Gestating in my heart, in my eyes you lay,
Lasting on my cheeks, on my lips you fray.
Comporting the tales of gray and gay,
The tears dance in pain and love, any way.

As though the moon, in my eyes you wax and wane
I beg your pardon……………, why do you drain?
You imbue me to the core, like a fervid rain
Devising me sane, and so insane, again.

My trusts, dreams and ruth you reflect
Of course, my insecurities so disgust.
Mouthing my scathe, my tongue has slept
Giving no voice, you flow silent and perfect.

Of compassion and sympathy you speak,
Ever on your toes, to disgorge for the meek.
To satiate, my worked up voids you seek
Of longing and loss, so bleak.

You are the river in which I drown
And the bridgework in my emotive town.
You are the epitome of my tacit mourn,
Purifying to the brim, and boldness I adorn.

Of my soul, you embody the antiquity,
The sanctified and unspeakable nobility.
You prompt me of my blanked out ability
And I compass the shoring of my divine stability.

I ramble in the stinging deserts of heart, aloof
Alike an aplomb, you en-grain in me, a gravid relief.
Empty one more time, beef up my belief
Flood in one more time and enact the saline mischief!

Godly Temple or a Ghostly Cemetery?

NOTE : 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?