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Apporva Arya May 2019
I pin my faith to natural knowledge,
Stumble through the darkness of blind.
I pin my faith to supernatural knowledge,
Stumble through darkness bleeding deeper inside.

Before I merge with the eternal,
Body turns to ashes,
Mind kept recalling past deeds,
Enlighten me, LORD!
Let out reality from me.
I am full of longing.

Protector, controller of all, a fountain of life,
don't waste light,
gather the light.
Let me see that blessed body- Lord of all.

My deeds are known to you,
Before I grow crooked,
Holy Light!  Illuminate the way,
I kneel and pray that again and again.
This poetry comes to mind while reading the first principal of 10 upanishads(Easha-upanishad).

In this poetry, I am praying lord, again and again, show your holy light, show the way that leads to him. I am full of longing, let me see you.
I am not a human being,
I am the deity of profound perceptibility,
touch me with your terrestrial senses and die,
blessed or cursed for eternal life.



(My autobiographical book will be out soon.)
Ylzm Apr 2019
A traffic jam at 2 am?
My work just done, tired I am.
Is misfortune a thing with me?
A fallacy unknown maybe.

Recalled the time iPhone at max,
An accident my old was cracked.
Or day my rags compelled I splurge,
The day some Prada had to surge.

In Dubai, Grab’s copter went down,
With lover, boyfriend’s stuck in town.
Cold ***** camel ride through night,
Paid Bed’uin gold, or wait till light.

My friends all say I’m blessed and rich,
But life with peace I’ll rather switch.
Poetress2 Mar 2019
My Mother-In-Law lives with me,
and boy does she need some help;
She doesn't brush her hair anymore,
she's given up on herself.
~
Her outlook is mostly negative,
for she sees no good at all;
I which she was a Horse,
so I could put her in a Stall.
~
I cringe whenever she wants to cook,
for a Pancake she can't even flip;
I'd love to take her for a ride,
and push her off of a cliff.
~
She's become a bit, "Man Crazy,"
she'd take anyone who can breath;
So I took her to a Nursing Home,
she replied, "Too old for me."
~
I began to feel quite sorry for her,
so a "Blind Date" I one day arranged;
He brought her home, 'fore ten p.m.,
and said "She was much too strange."
~
Her bleach-blonde wig kept slipping,
and her teeth, they wouldn't stay in;
I believe she doesn't stand a chance,
of finding a date, e'er again.
~
She has no taste in men,
so I never allow her to date;
I keep her hidden inside all day,
'less Bigfoot wants to mate.
~
It seems I'm truly stuck with her,
so I'll take the good with the bad;
For she has a never-ending love,
that I am so blessed to have.
I truly love her.  She loves it when I write insulting poems about her.
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