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May 14, 2011

Gentle Tulip Shines


There ain't no sunshine in my eye
But a little rainbow to see me through.
Waiting for this humble overture to set in
before I explore the man within.

The ashes of this divine creation stokes the closer air
As I sat across the man who was never there.
His intangible life lay beneath the veil stretched across my face.

We were two peculiar strangers a while ago.
Now we are closer than those intimate lovers.
An unending road laid in front of us
And our kaleidoscopic desires set the mood right.
A purple vortex and an unknown tangerine sky
All this I saw through my dilated eye.

There have been visions like this before
When the spirit of time has ceased to be
And along with the physics of mortals
It had spun infinite loops.
While I stood aside pardoned of every external force.

With that liberated ease of movement
And the perpetual motion of senses
I stood at the cusp of the infinite.
Ready to burst into thousand
Unbound, Free flowing, bubbles
As I see them dancing in front of me,
travelling through the portals of time and energy at will.

Those bubbles. That man.
The limitless road and a stimulated mind.
Those were the props of an extravagant night.


Utopia

There is a place inside your head
Where A beautiful kingdom resides
Where imagination intrudes
And takes you through emotional divinity.

The admissible minds
Need to be as wonderful as yourself.
Would you care to let me in?
To share the sacredness?
The world where your beauty showers
Through the infinite realm.
A place like heaven
Inside your head
On earth.
On this scarred world.

May 5, 2011

The Holy Verses

We are the unstable masters of our lives
Who try to grasp reality through a peep hole.
Staring blankly on an otherwise illusive darkness
We take a glimpse of The Primal Truth:
The world of treason fornicate lies
And eats away the righteous minds
But the Trinity smiles with the wind
For it transmutes, One I.

One I, who sees the renegades
And the malice of the land
Eating away man's judgement
of the wrong and right.

One I, dives into the bosom of The Divine Truth
Reaching for the virgin sky and the purity of manhood

One I annihilates our carnal sin.
And sanctify us as holy men
We are purged of our filth
And revel in the presence of the Divine I.

But the circle goes on loop
And the balance is struck just right
Only till the world doesn't fall apart again.
Only till holy intervention is desired again.

It is a rendition of the concept of Maya as described in the holy text, Advaita Vedanta and which has also inspired the most beautiful trilogy in hollywood cinema,The Matrix.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maya_(illusion)  


May 1, 2011

A Poor Man's Tale


Separate . voices
Minimalist me
Your ideas differ
We move on