ConFound

The elusive charm of a Tempest, sweepingmultitudes of a sense...
coordinated well in the flow, but lost by your shimmering glow...
wavery in my thoughts, of the lost soberity that i begot.

A tempest of beauty, a joy to my eyes...
sweep across my mind...everything that you beguile.

Essential in beauty and existential in my arms!
the serenity in your eyes, that got me back my calm.

For what more can i loose that that I can find...
the mysttic on this blanc is a stranger to my kind.

Struck by wonder i seek thy fine..beauty of the locks
..am I braided or entwined?

Found my words in a paradox undefined..
the weaver of dreams creating an aura inclined....to the callous of thy shine...
did you ever wreck a mirage so divine?

Ardent in grace and thoughtful in time
together in play on a merciless sublime...

do i ask for my senses or do i ask for your time...
the former won't agree till the latter is mine.

Senses i have lost in times of change....
will never know if i can be ever so insane again.

In sane remained my sanity...
lost were my thoughts....

The tempest arose a clarity....
............
,..........
Believe It or Not!

Starry-eyed Surprise

Jewels, off your beautiful eyes
color the world with your gentle surprise

myriad in the mist of your luminescent guise
restless in thoughts of a calmly wise

the elegance of your eyes from the depths of a quiver
oh please...please don't cry me a river

the immensity of a drop that beset in thy sight
behold, or nothing will be spared in the flow of a might

the dead silence of the night
the shimmer on your skin
the fragrance of a beauty, that lay within

sanguine in existence, you eyes start to speak
in a language of it's own, with an innocent tweak

do i hold my senses or do i hold thy jewels
the former is worthless without its coordinates
the latter too precious for every single fall

jewels i have known of different kind
jewels that cross my weary mind

countless in their form
existential in their shine
but the jewels from your eye
a single one can define

the essence of the infinite
the virtue of reflection
turning the whole world...
upon a single regression

hold my ardent clarity of your fine
lest i get caught in an eternal entwine

Oblivious Charm

Captive in the might of your compassion
I surrender my obligations mundane

A thought of an expansive kind
Beats all that that my eye can find

The inertia of time and time
make a spontaneous rhythm divine

The splendid of the thoughtful expanse
sometimes wildered by my incomprehensible advance

The loss of consciousness to the space it belongs
The void is noting the emptiness it longs

The expanses of a myriad mind
in its rhetoric of a different kind

Take you to the infinte by thy hand
where the twinkle of your eyes will re define
the expanse of your own mind to an undivided sublime

Stretched by space and painted by time
the haven of bliss, what, you are not even mine?

Behold thy senses and let gratification unbind
the expanse of thought in your forgetful mind.

Relentlessly i pursue the light in my heist...
where stars seek the source right down into your chaste.
Lost in time for a cause, it rekindles...
the expanse of your mind, and all that it finds.

In my own void i look to the skies...
forever there lies the mist of your eyes!

I have been searching in vain the answers to you
the question still remains, how can i make do...
The magic you share with the stars of your guild
forgiveness, be mine forever... until forever is filled.

AUM - The Sound of Silence.

Manifestation of sound in repetitive beats of scintillating electric showers that permeate the sonic mind and run the impulse loose for a different kind of sensation, a one associated with the very creation of the world.

If this world was created on sounds from the cosmic motor that churns the primal hum of the Omni-echoing Om and the eventual transgression of it from the womb of its void to the vividness of Life around: Than music should becomes the official liberator of the Mind, the Body and the Soul.

The captive uninhibited spectra of colors in a splendid rainbow with its brilliant dispersion... like a stroke of giant paint brush between two equally serene thoughts of an intuitive mind.

In this post i am trying to reason Sound...chain of my thought towards the understanding of sound as a visible spectra mine. A new perspective in understanding the subtle fusion of the primal senses in a subtle realm... setting the stage for a dance show of sorts, a one that digs deeper into my joyful head as a trivial light searching for its befitting enthusiasts who would react to the flow of it's intensity...never loosing its purpose to entice.

My finds of the sub material world: By pushing the limits of mind body n soul in a whirl of reasoning beyond inhibitions...where there lurk no shadows of doubt about its existence and its relation to the insipid world it's trapped in... Immaterial against its own basic form n will...i create and confer my own void to the supremacy of the cosmic churn.

Fortunately the showering lifetronic forces that fuel the soul are not bound in any form or shape, always regulating a smooth flow for the swirl of thoughtlessness.. every time there is an accord struck between the Mind, Body & Soul.

I Tried to imagine it. Listening to the shape of the repetitive beat of my spirit in motion, a body subjected to the magnetic pull of its sounds that create pockets of energy that start releasing physical emissions of a sway kind and a mind ecstatic in the thought of it all :) The Sonic equilibrium Trinity.

The colors heard thence...relate such inertia of the quiet that words create and express themselves in the influence and tell its tale in designs that let go of the deepest kept inhibitions of my inner self.... the spectra merging as one and entwining with each other creating a very bright light that tunnels in and out of the whirling me...creating a multi dimensional field of neon effervescences that senses reel from the whirl and feel one with the void yonder, from where came the hum of the cosmic motor churning the omni felt AUM.

Effects of the Whirl'd-around Me ;)

My MIssing Sense Co-ordinates

A Zen perspective to new ways of love.

Oh faculty of my holding co-ordinates, do show mercy on thy captive lest your psychic chalice beckoned more love then you can imagine!

Joriki: My new subliminal mind filter for everything beyond Love.

The Illustrious Oracle!

A spark of enthusiasm, a lust of eternity
A flow of character..in a placid fraternity
this oracle, this queen...the beauty of her skin
the touch of her lips...the shadow, the wink!

a dark allure from within the tempest
that whirls the frills in a a glorious arc
the splendid of her motion, in a grace of its azure
the wave of her body, in an elegant suspension.

she wake from the darkness of her own desire
to reign a thud of her new sapphire
studded in a crown of rich somber
the dream-weaver picks the ring of amber.

the swirl of her hair from a cluster to a spread
sweeping all in animation to a drop dead amaze
with her eyes wide shut and her glory awaken
the reign of darkness has just been broken.

the satire on her lips has spelled her desire
a whisper in the wind has broken the silence
she turns to open her eyes...
to find an unexpected surprise!

Around the corners of her misty blue eyes
the eclipse of her mica, lashing a smile
mischief and disbelief fascinating in her face.

everything around, except her now behold,
to the rein of the awaken beauty's threshold.
from yonder she beckons a steamy glaze
the sheen on her face can send a killer ablaze.

springing from lilies behind, doused in quick silver
the wind blows from either side of the throne
startling the animation of the oracle alone.

for a new chain of luster...
the air so chill coming from high up in the mills...
the queen pulls the strings...to the pearls in her swing.

running her hand in an awakening ark...
the beads of pearl fall comfortably into the gravity's lull
the reflex in her eyes.

as each of her bead of desire bounces radiatively off her body
exposing her naked body from the gaps in her frilly azure

the sound of a harp falls sharp on her ears
the Dream-weaver is back to help let go of her fears

like a woman in just fine-twine
the queen sparks open her sexual divine

precarious in their acts of falling
the pearls of luster spread all over the floor

this form of elegance has set her breathless charm
in the winds of chill, that again set her feet off the ground.

exhaustive of the motion from an awe-inspiring bolt
she drops her hands in a falling gesture...

her hands and legs taking all the frills off her body
a split or satin runs through her totally suspended abode
a single strand of pearls now lay from her neck too low
an invisible pull in the air draws her closer to the glow

a voice steals out of her broken emotion
she rest her head back in complete provocation.

Right Lo(b,v)e

They say, if one has had a physical relationship with someone, his mind is psychically connected to this person for a period of 15 years. Isn't that quite amazing. I would never believe in one night stands anymore. But it is only true again, if you are at least using an above average 3% of your brains capacity. Or all my one night stands would keep coming back to me on regular intervals of psychic callings, lol. Not that i do not try, its just that, i really don't know how much % of my brain capacity is being used when my heart is at work. An irony, but is true. The severed heart/head connection. Or maybe one needs to rightfully elevate himself to a certain point beyond which it truly doesn't matter, love is seeming oozing from his heart and his head. This thought pattern will perform a role reversal as i start giving more of my heart to the logic in life and more of my head to the feelings that surround.... Till than, in total appreciation of the behavioral contra-diction.

Now the last time i had done a questionnaire to identify if i am a left hemisphere or a right hemisphere dominant person....i was a left lobe guy..now as i am a right lobe guy.

btw...our brain has two hemispheres...a left lobe and a right lobe....the left lobe supposedly controls the right side of the body and the right lobe controls the left side of the body. The right lobe/ left body is the female in you and the corresponds to all the emotions and feelings one needs to give to life and the left lobe/right body is the male in you and is responsible for the logic and analytics and the math one needs to give to life. So undoubtedly a perfect person would be a person with well balanced emotions and intelligence, basically a centrally hemisphered guy.

Now i have become a right brain man, at least as per the recent questionnaire that i took..a man who'd give more emotions to a situation rather then logic...and taking also the heart/ head severed connection as i wrote earlier on this post..where it truly doesn't matter how i am approaching things in life, as my heart & head differ their principle functionalities and have taken a role reversal...now knowing the fact that my head is in love and ma heart is thinking makes me an happily unbalanced man.