Path, a Log

distances are of a nature so intrigue
it draws us to it's eternal compass

of directions that we tread on to
take sway of our reciprocating lines

away we sway further from this limitlessness
to find ourselves into the eternal shrines

far away into distances into languid serenity
far away in time with the voices of eternity

we march on through gloomy reprieves
we conquer the moments of our singular surmise
nothing seems forever not even the end of times

the ways get smarter life still takes it's turns
we move on as if we are always on a return

sturdy we climb one rung after another
making our way through emotions of all kinds

seasons of the year pass us by
wearing us down making us our own alibi's

we stand witness to the passing of time
wondering if the journey is for'worth'ever a while

we smile a bit we laugh a bit we call our hits
we get smarter in our wits....the ways keep on onto change

we resent some we allure some we revere some
we fear some we adore some we steer clear some

we put up with our moods we choose our grooves
life waves a flag we even conjure some

we feel happy we feel sad we feel sometimes
right out like a douchebag....we break we go broke

we live on like a shadow... that thought saw us
we introspect we retrospect we make choices and regret

we show love we see fate we watch the days and nights ahead
we surrender we win over we shun opportunities in clear head

distances journey trough time as we linger on
watching the journey holding onto our breath

life is a beauty.. of a puzzle so nice
nothing seems to be or to seem to cease

singular momentum swagger us through
we learn our turns we learn our concerns
we learn to keep the distances on the run

we walk ourselves in and out of time
we mesmerize we idealize we visualize the passes

our wits define the limits of time
where moments of life set us up so fine

love to travel… hitch a ride
life is a path we travel on by

SeasHell of a Time

vector in space…momentarily destined
Immense serenity….passing away in-sensitized

simplicity of the non existent
obscurity yet to be stymied

Universe in a pulse...a spectacular shine
Open my mind to the aesthetic thyme

rhythm begot the evangelized
a spectrum in space …wink'd in this kind

embrace of a spectacle…this immensity tryin'
forget the lapse…and forget the rhyme

woven in complexity a blissful mind
pulse spectacular still standing by

sorority to find …by the passing of time
a moment of joy can never be in line

exultantly sanguine... feeling mesmerized
charisma framed…like the sound of a chime

floating in space…infinitum echoes
reality suspended in parallel stilettos

illusion through a key hole…convulse
essence of a spatial…existential divulge

distances merge shaping the genuine
conclusive and confined...in a spec of time

rarefactions define…a stupendous journey
accentuate to remind…nature in it's kind

grace revels the secret from it's placid shrines
like a seashell washed on sand singing mystic hymns

Karma & Magic

A thing of beauty...joy forever
Back in the elements... Vehemence so queer

Sighhhh a breath... what's to fear
Soul on a flight... clichés clear

Ecstasy enshrined...empathy so sheer
Devour the animate...kinetics smear

Enter the depths... of a millionth tier
A thought so near...condescendingly familiar

Realm of the unkown...retrospection on a pier
Shallow landings...significantly steer

Away from the motion...a second appear
eyes wide shut...give me your ears

a bliss...you will hear
Equivocal from... the intuitive spheres

like innocence ascribed... to a succinct tear
Suspended animation...sagacity oh dear

Serendipity in its ways... i hear
Comes around... for yet another year

diamonds for a dime

a year that was... seeing everything is not true
believe in the mystic the ethereal bid adieu

for fascination...an aspect of the myriad hues
shining in brilliance amongst multitudinous few

a smile so lustrous soul dived deep
rooted in elements a luminous intrigue

so say so say my resentful chic
allure in sanity nothings just as bleak

subtle imagination on wings of sublime
sense gratification an aura binds

magnetic vibes ...a geni is to find
farthest heavens...on the familiar miles

callous waves ride,a cold heart on peace
compassion is the love...that love defined

sounds of silence on an archetypal rainbow
reflections o a kind...blossoms reveal oh!

lost in time... petals oh time
found you with a fragrance...diamonds for a dime

now is forever...pastures shine
on my way...time after time

tranquil_eyes_are

mystical magic eyes...
have you or have you shun a surprise...

the beauty in your beholding eye...
there are no limits in the rye...

come by my restless alibi..
you and I were meant to defy...

there’s a virtue in the vice…
of which…I’d never lie…

the misty blue eyes...
ever hiding from the graceful spy…

the truth condemned in a pyre…
splendid glow. Out in a satire

transform to inspire, miracles are a mire…
feel the ire…await the dire…

Solstice or equinox…the soul's on fire,
Heart skips a beat…do u really desire

Ponder the subtle subliminal crier
a drop of blue…thoughtfully wired

light summon the reflex, tranquil eyes are,
awaken the dream, behold you wiser!

Breaking The Habit

I haven't written in a very long time and this is just a dash at insanity again.
Let's call this perpetual indignation.

J.Krishnamurthy will say perception of reality is subject to common duality of matter in principle and in observation. Beauty lies in the eye of the mind, the core of institution between your brow that separates the real from the unreal, the murky from the clear and the present from the future.

The rhetoric is a never ending saga...this life, a complex arrangement of events from the day you were born when your wondered around insular innocence's of all your loved ones who have eagerly awaited your much anticipated arrival... as a moment of truth shone on the mighty soul...now there is no escaping the inevitable. Wonder why we are born crying? It's heaven and hell...the soul knows the sound of this cosmic churn...this rhythmic hymn...this sonic pulse of life...it knows that from now on there is no looking back.

Now you look back on all those yonder years with mistiness in your eyes, your lips hiding a smile, and your soul sold a million times.

Fascination to life is an undue proportion you have mastered to indulge your senses with now, the present is heaven, you are heaven sent. The more you perceive, the more you detach from this undue proportion of fascination to life. Perceive life, relieve the present...don't live the moment, relieve the perception...the moment is what you bought on to come your way the way it has...perceive fascination...you will cling...you will desire and you will perish in the abominations of your own exasperating self-indulgent obscurity....fascination is obscure...unduly inherited and uncompromisingly mishandled.It doesn't matter anymore if you are in the realm of your own misinterpretations. it doesn't matter if you refused to open the mind's eye to what is to come. The distinction has been made...a balance struck...now is awareness that you are aware. Now I am aware that I was asleep. A subtlety so finely entwined...the perpetual indignation...passed with time.

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....
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Believe It or Not!