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Jayanta Jan 2022
It is a place of abode to eternity
Everything is vivacious and startling
With the blessing of almighty!

Nature creates its own mystic presence
With its vigor and extensiveness
To make it generous!

Everything resembles with our life and its process
Inspire and embolden to lead the life!

In the end we return to the place
In search of eternal peace!

It is a place of perpetual wind
We call it ‘Balpakram’ !
Inspired by the traditional cultural believes of Garo tribal community of Garo Hills of Meghalaya, India. Literal meaning of Balpakram is place of perpetual wind in Garo language.  As per Garo traditional cultural believes Balpakram is a sacred place where human soul rest after the death for eternal peace. Garo people also practice conservation in their villages in the forms of sacred grooves, village forest and community reserve.
Balpakram is now a National Park in South Garo Hills district of Meghalaya, India. The forest covers the canyon-gorges and plateau with vivid existence of limestone, woodlands, and grass land and water bodies. It is the habited of Asian Elephant, Red Panda, Sambar Deer, Barking . Deer, Tiger, Leopard, Clouded Leopard etc. It is also enriched with diversity of flora including the Pitcher plant.
Anais Vionet Dec 2021
beauty is a witch
the kiss of light, a trick
a mask, a banquet
a spell, a curse
a blessing
you
ardnaxela Nov 2021
My blessing came
in a designer gift wrap -
Karma.
The box made of Rejection.
filler sheets of many colors..
..Deceit
…Embarrassment
…..Betrayal
……Jealousy
layered on top
of some
crumpled shreds
of Self-doubt and Insecurity.

— had to tear through
some things to get
to the goods —

The best present I’ve ever gotten -
a whole new Heart;
with me forever to stay.
Solace in knowing
all the junk that came
before Her,
I get to throw away.
11-6-21
6:22 am

The greatest things come in the most unexpected packaging.
GQ James Sep 2021
I try not to cry and tear up about it,
It's not that easy,
I keep my emotions hidden away,
Nobody can begin to understand my pain,
You think you know but you don't know,
I will never trust in you,
My trust for you has faded.

The best thing you could've gave me is gone,
Felt like it was taken from me,
There's a bigger purpose,
God has a reasoning for everything he does,
I'm starting to realize the reasoning,
It wasn't meant for you to be born yet,
This wasn't the right setting,
No matter what you were still a blessing.

I will always remember the small we had,
It will never be forgotten,
The time we had was small but precious,
It was a beautiful  we shared,
I carry you with each and everyday,
Tear up every time i think of you.

I wish you never left me,
You meant so much to me,
You were a blessing and a gift,
That moment we shared can never be replaced,
I can see you in up there,
You will always be a part of me.
ANOTHER DEDICATION TO MY ANGEL.
MISS HER EVERYDAY.
Hamna Jul 2021
Imagine if nobody felt pain?
Would any of us be left sane?
Why do I say so?
Because once upon a time,
There lived a stranger.
In order to quench his thirst,
He drank boiling water.
And to quench his hunger,
He lusciously chewed his mouth.
Once upon another time,
A little girl lived in a famine.
The night-snake came and bit her.
But unlike you, she didn't throb.
And deemed that he was simply playing
Both of those people plunged into pain.
Yet, they never felt pain.
Instead, they unknowingly became inhumane.
So thank God for having a conscious brain.
Is there such a thing called not feeling pain? Yes, unfortunately. People with the extremely rare disease known as Congenital insensitivity to pain and anhydrosis (****) causes people to go through this sort of torture. Unconsciously, they self-harm themselves which leads to a short life span.
                                        The ability to feel pain is a blessing, indeed...
mars Jul 2021
there is a song inside of my chest it
begs to be born from my naked breast
it comes to me in lullabies and keeps me from rest i find the goddess of earth in my dreams
a quest of solitude that only the soil can give me i feel
unraveled at the spine and
crave the blessing of death not for
the fear of life but merely the romance of the unknown
i speak words of love to all who
cross me i whisper intimacy
to my familiars all those whom are
dear to me are my soulmates
i was made
to love to be crucified
for sharing my body
*** is a gift
my body is communion
my divinity comes at the expense
of knowing myself
the sacred earth whispers to me words of mourning i cry for its
plants
body
and sacristy
and share myself to sacrifice
for the land which built me
this came to me late at night in winter
Karijinbba Jul 2021
(rddjpc-Asgbba)
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Some people miss their mark
they find His and Her God and Goddess looking straight in their eye writing sharing giving sighing,
smiling in their face, thus
awakened by true love divine
gift of the Universal heaven;
and yet, remain oblivious
to the treasure found without looking.
Both fail to relish cherish with sweet abandon the new love found
continuing praying to their imagined other God's for true love to arrive.

Unbelievably one or both
go back to dreamming and sleeping
living in a world of unreality.
Their dream never breathes nor lives in search of the love that swiftly
had already passed them by.

Ignoring their bird of love it
flew away, searching for faithful
embracing lovers.
Surely the gods and goddess grant blessings to those who embrace love
in the eye of the beloved.
The just Gods simply
grant them wisdom grace.
A goddess a God in our embrace
is better then any other
out there in the cosmic
vaccum space time continuum
of cruel Mr time! Sigh.
~~~~~~~~~
By Karijinbba
07/2021
Live in present time honor your dieties but do not fail to ignore honor cherish the love true found or forever regret
the gifts the Gods sent you and you never grasped.
Thomas W Case Jun 2021
One of my
earliest memories is
of afternoons in
the backyard, standing on
a wrought iron chair that
was painted
lime green.
My creativity was feral
The paint was peeling,
And the sun beat down
upon me.

I was 5 years old.
and the Genesis of my
writing career began.
Below my chair was a plastic
swimming pool filled with water.
I sang leaving on a jet plane  I
I understood pathos,
and plot, and melancholia.
In my mind, I was a man
leaving a woman.
As I jumped into the pool
I could smell loneliness.
And I understood the
descent, the separation,
the sadness.

And in my little life,
and in my big heart,
under that hot July sun,
The poet was born.
Andrew Layman Jun 2021
Dear one:

You are a quiet conqueror
I know it
because your voice will make avalanches
and rouse the sleeping mountains
your words of kindness will heal others
and in doing so
it will break your own cycle.

Jasmine,
I believe all these things
and in you so strongly
for I have seen it
in a future that presently waits for you
remain steadfast
and please realize
you will do many wonders
because you are one yourself.
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