In love of clouds

You appear like a nightmare,

The black-holes surround.

I constantly gaze and peep-out.

And wonder,

To an adult you have grown.

The gloom and the glow, you have known.

This excites me, equally.

Like an intoxicated girl.

Despair in love, Addicted to the body,

Lost inside the eyebrows of her man.

Your thunder spark the currents.

Tear the walls of my soul.

Aching like the Sun, Healing as the rain,

At the same time.

Like a mature man,

You handle everything so calmly.

Swallow all the hurdles.

And fill me with the shower of joys.

This way, you embrace my each cell.

Like its your own.

With the drops,

That extinguishes the volcanoes.

Continuously evolving inside me.

And this expands our love

Like the mystery,

Of the ever-expanding universe.


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Join the Muktak Community, if you are interested in writing Muktaks.

Visit and explore the rest, yourselves. ———-#

 

“Dearie”

Where the words end,Silences begin

A beam of golden rays emerges within

Craving the state of “Self-consciousness”

Blowing my emptiness and mindfulness.

Whats your identity?, Where you belong?

The ancient skies pass,when you’re along

Did you rule me?, or did hypnotize?

I felt brainless,boneless and did paralyze.

Your “Concerns” of life,psyche and soul

The seeker inside me, realizes a hole

A mysterious “Dearie”, like a moving cloud

With silent “Smiles” and silences screaming loud.

Tell me!, we share the same Earth

And been seekers before & since the birth,

Human is a crap and “Mind is a trap”

I believe, it is perhaps !!!



#——–Found a “Seeker”, inside this dense forest, who talks about “Spiritualism”, psyche,mind,body and soul. The quoted words are his original ones. Thank you for being an amazing companion,until “The Sun sets”. And I badly wish ” The Sun never sets.” May be I am asking, the time to halt.———#

An angel

Each night she sleeps
With a wish to wake up
As an angel

An angel who is kind
An angel who helps
An angel who smiles
An angel who heals

She wakes up in the morning
Not as an angel but only human
No, she wasnt an angel

She had no wings
She had no magic
She knew no chants
She had no divine powers

There she stood
Infront of the mirror
Her image smiled
Just with her one smile !

Oh wow!
She was an angel…


White-spaces

Here we are

I and me

Sitting alone at the edges, till ages

Just the air is there, to accompany

Unless we imagine, you to be.

And when we don’t

We are in complete isolation.

We often are woke-n up

By the eyes running over us.

And we get scared

And close our eyes and mind in haste

To re-start our systems with a blink

And there you are, beside us

We smile at you

And you smile back.

This is how human life runs

With few realism’s, Ruling our bodies

And few illusions,

Ruling our souls !!!


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A-lone

Even the water in the pond

Is not still

It vibrates constantly

By the waves blowing on the surface.

Even the sky so far

gets thunder-ed !

And falls as rain…..

On the Earth.

How can one be empty and alone ??

Always remember !

There is a “lone” in “alone.”


#–“Lone is “being alone”. But “alone” is not lonely, there is a “lone”, which accompanies.–#

Silence

How do thine eyes weave numerous rhymes
Thine silence plus-es many worlds and words
Soulful and soothing like those wind chimes
Few blossom like springs others cut like swords

Me admit mine clue-less flaws and cowardice
You are a walking poetry, I am no poet
could thee not feel me and mine silent cries
You are the sea, I am a ship, sink and float

Noise-less me word-less thee and souls weep
Because you are not just the air I breath
Smiles of thine ignites shrine, more I creep
You are me, mine, besides and beneath

Dear mine, Let the silences burst into noises
Expectations will die, And love blooms like roses !!!

—-“A Shakespearian sonnet”—


Written for The Strix

Thank you so much dearest Patty for providing this beautiful opportunity to write for “The Strix”

An Artist

 

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Pale fingers

filled with nicotine

On the white paper moved well..

Red eyes

In the imaginary world

glanced and gazed !

I wonder

How far your imaginations reach?

But they never fly over my roof

Where I stand

Each night

With a wish to feel you !!!


Come out of my dreams and imaginations.

Thank you dear Artist. Please contact me, if you ever see this !