Oblivion

Oblivion

Find the Lust, Play with it Find the Love, Stay with it

Find the Lust, Play with it
Find the Love, Stay with it

Push me some more
I wish to see the real
All I see is what you show
This is how it all seems

Like a mirror act
I can see this fact
Drain in the rain
That doesn’t clean
If I’m mean how I love
When I love why I die
All is gone that’s not mine
My time is this, the one I miss
Time is not a shallow drop
Just a hollow path

Found love in a Graveyard

Found love in a Graveyard (Photo credit: lanier67)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

These pages they don’t show some things
This rage won’t last, just burn the page
This cage is there, always there
Face the stage, kill the pain
This mist is life
The dust is not life
Find the lust, play with it
Find the love, stay with it
Not a saint, not a disciple
There’s a bible, there is a rule

New Morality

New Morality (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Immorality is the thinking
Morality is the deed
Buy the lie, see your life
See the truth, feel the life

Copyright @ Nadar Prince

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I REPLAY YOU

I REPLAY YOU

I Replay You

I Replay You

All those moments of delight…
Turn around and come back to me…
Sometimes when I can’t sleep on most nights…
And I replay you…

All the ‘morrows turn their back on me…
And cast shadows of sorrow…
In the moments when I can’t sleep on most nights…
And I replay you…

In the moments when you are not in my sight…
I lie wide awake in the city of lights…
Through the entire restless night…
And I replay you…

How much ever I try and pause myself…
To rise, sparkle and shine with all my might…
Waiting around the corner is another dark and dull night…
And I replay you…

Be my light and beacon in the darkness…
And guide me to the shores of passionate nights…
From my nightmares I wake up and this I write…
And I replay you…

Copyright @ Nadar Prince

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The Buddha Search

The Buddha Search

The Quest for Clarity

The Quest for Clarity

Amidst pristine Himalayan pines at 8000 feet
Through placid greenery of summer
And deadly opaque snowy winters
I focus my wavering consciousness
On yak bone Chinese Buddha Head
With dreams of Clear Light
And ambitions of Nirvana
As my mind ascends, energizes, transcends
Higher than Mount Everest could reach…
Thoughts and sounds cloud the periphery
And confusions, memory, slowly recede
Until clarity dawns and peace descends…
I continue to play little spiritual games
Looking into past, present, future
Rising to a crescendo of nothingness
The shunyata of Hindu convention
Like meditating godmen in primeval forests
In search of my real self, true unclouded being
Devoid of the travails of Samsara
In a mystical dance of forest, river, sky
My Bhutanese and Tibetan guru contemplation
Motivated by You Tube lessons, universal religion,
Indian sages, history and gadgetry…
And the search for my essence…

Uday Mitra

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The Forbidden Fruit

The Forbidden Fruit

Garden of Eden

As the passerby stooped low
To admire the wild flower
Little did he know
That it was the flower which
Swallowed away my heart
For it was a man-eater
Destined to bloom
Into a forbidden fruit!

Her eyes were sparkling pools
Inviting one to step in
Little did I know
I was diving into
A swamp of sinking sand
To drown into eternity
Never to surface again
Into the real world!

Now I stand away
And gaze at the flowers
From a distance far
For it is now I know
Fragrance touches more
Than a distant dream
Love doesn’t last as much
As stabbing pangs of pain!

Copyright @ Akki Goswami

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The Gift of God

The Gift of God

THE GIFT OF GOD

When Love will Turn Around and Look Back

When the Soul seeks…it has to Soar…
When the Mind is lost…it has to Discover…
When the Body is Ecstatic…It has to Consume…
When the Heart Beats…it has to find a Rhythm….
When Love Mushrooms…it must… but Blossom…
When the Lonely Night has Gone Away…
There has to be a Sunny Day…
When Your Eyes Touch and Strum the Strings of My Heart…
In My Dreams there is no Way You and Me can ever Part.
Your Sweetness Overflows so Bubblingly…
That it Brims and Drowns my Heart…
My Love Stretches out so Far…
That One Day it just might Fill up Your Heart.
Love may not Turn Around and Look Back…
It must be Blind…
But I will Always turn Around and Say…
With My Eyes Closed I can see You…
Now…that is God’s gift…YOU…U…u.

Zarina C. Johnstone

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