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

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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....
............
,..........
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.