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A Death Without Mourns

Thy son hast not comforted,
He lived a life alone,
Now, leaves, as his breath,
To none, shalt it be known,
None shalt be there to mourn.

Thy son, as shalt be gone,
For him shalt be no song of dawn,
None, hast he, to adorn,
None shalt be there to mourn.

As approaches his night,
To none, but hope he has to Thy Light,
That shalt guide and give sight,
In other realms, to calm his plight,
To none, which shalt be known,
None, shalt be there to mourn.

But, Thy son shalt not regret,
For what he would now beget,
As into death, he seeps,
There shalt be none who weeps.
His life has passed alone,
And, there is none, who shalt mourn.

Loneliness

Thou hast fillest me with Light,
Thy reasons art unknown,
But Thee left me in loneliness,
For alone, now, shalt I mourn.
For what, hast Thee done this?
Shalt an answer, not be revealed?
For Thy child, for Thy part,
Shalt the truth be but sealed?
Regret, shalt I not,
For Thou dost what is right,
But, jocund am I,
For Thy Light, shalt bring an answer in sight.

Answer (Continuation of the poem " The Blessed Child, To The Worsened Realm" ;)

Thou, in Thy Infinite magnificence, hast fulfilled our prayers,
For now, that we shalt be
Risen by Thy Loving, Blessed Child,
Until we merge into Thee.
Oneself with Thee, The Creator of entirety,
Dreams of our longing, shalt now be true,
Nothing, canst stop our restlessness,
Until us, shalt Thee, accrue.

Our desires of perishable materials,
Shalt now end,
Realised, shalt now, we be,
For Thou, our wishes, will mend.
Gratitude, shalt always pour out from our hearts, humble and mild,
Towards Thy Blessed Child,
For guiding us into Oneself with Thee,
Thy Child, now amidst us on this Holy path, jocund are we.

A Blessed Child, To The Worsened Realm

Millenia ago, created, was the Universe,
Which He, with His infinite Love, would nurse,
And, an Orb, of His best imagination,
Of His best creation,
Filled with majestic depths of the sea,
And mountains, as high as could they be:
Souls, His children, departed from His Infinity,
Dispersing from His Singularity,
And in this Orb, after separation, still walked alongside
Their Father, Whom would they perfectly abide.
Now, in this Orb, of materialistic joy,
Lured by this decoy,
Have gradually started to decline
You, and in their ego, started to pine,
Committed crimes of utter fright
To other Souls on the higher realms,
And which was not in sight,
Is now at the helm.
My Lord, please send us Your Blessed Child,
Who, in his conduct, will be simple and mild,
And in this Worsened Realm, would enlighten
The Souls and brighten,
Every dark corner with Your imperishable Light,
To bring You, again, in sight.

Assaulted Paradigm


Dark clouds shadow the truth I wish to find
The introspection of recollection fretters nothing but time
in the vast expanse of correlation I find nothing but a rhyme
Where reality and subjectivity induce frivolity sublime
My thoughts search for foundation,
Where is truth among the lies?

I find light in dark places,
I grasp for pieces larger than a mustard seed,
And find a redwood tree that halts my plea
For faith in the unseen.
Dreams turn into visions, then miracles…
Stop there! Preserve the fragility of my paradigm.

In the forrest of evidence brimming with life.
The trees sing 'Majesty! ' as I whisper 'Reality?'
The case of 'Is He Alive?' and 'Where does He hide?'
Are answered by faith that I've left behind.

Stirring within me, my clouds now ascending.
Revealing a light piercing my concious,
Threatening the glass cased dogma of my experience.
The glass key hole, fragile and bare.
And I'm unaware of the darkness inside

The key of light, colored purpose and divine,
Opens spiritual fluorescence, pulsing with life.
My will so fierce it would be folly to describe.
My will, my will, oh my will! May deception die!
Truth may elude, but hold on tight,
I ask for reality, unfettered by my eyes.

To Be Stranger to a Lover
To Be A Lover to the stranger
King fall in love to a solitary reaper
I heard once the destiny designed in the Palm by the Lord
I wasn't aware before met you
I was alone
I was desperate
Facing the scorching beam of the life
Wondering in the world lonely
You look at me and came across
Changed my life in a few while
Hidden me inside you
Now I m looking my Palm
Where you were?
Where you are?
Where you will

Behind This Four Walls

Behind this four walls,
I’ve seen my babies crawl,
Underneath the wishful wells,
I’ve watched my penny fall,
Still I choose to stay,
Isolated and far away,

I’ve lived in hope of sunlight,
But all I get is twilight,
Under the black night I hope for twinkle,
And the blue skies I need glitter and sparkle,
Still I choose to stay,
Isolated and far away,

Everything I have is willy nilly,
My sole heir is a silly Billy,
And my two daughters in nitty gritty,
Think am an old nitwit and crazy,
Still I choose to stay,
Isolated and far away,

My husband was a fuddy duddy,
With a pot belly trying to look dandy,
He got drunk, drowned and found in a beach so sandy,
And now my babies are left with no daddy,
Still I choose to stay,
Isolated and far away,

Behind this four walls,
Ill crumble and fall,
Clogging the wishful wells,
Are the pennies that fell after all?
Still I choose to stay,
Isolated and far away,

That Cat Has Taken My Spot

That cat has taken my spot,
In her lap he sits and purr,
How sinister when he grins and grr,
If I had my ways I’ll have him shot,

That cat has taken my spot,
Moved from the couch to the center of my bed,
Drinks and eats my daily bread,
How I wish I had bought a goat,

That cat has taken my spot,
I thought of a dog but afraid of rabies,
It’s not my fault I can’t have babies,
The thought of it makes my blood clot,

That cat has taken my spot,
My house is under attack by a pesky cat,
In disguise as a cute, cuddly cat,
Honey, can’t we change him with a boat,

That cat has taken my spot,
What cat can’t catch a mouse?
Which man can’t rule his house?
I don’t like that you love him a lot,

That cat has taken my spot,
He drinks milk in my favorite plate,
Licks, purr and poops at the gate,
I’ll end him like a sentence with a dot,