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Adi N Sep 2020
Hello cosmos,
I ask for forgiveness
for every act of compulsiveness.
inder Sep 2020
A Breath Away...

You may rise -
    Beyond the skies
          Gather wealth -
              Muster stealth
Walk towards perfection-
   Run away from rejection
          Share a smile-
              Look inwards for awhile
Burn with hate-
   For someone’s status, color, race or body shape
         Enjoy your sleep-
            Hike up a mountain peak
Shower love-
   Be thankful for the supreme power above
          Drown in heart ache-
             Swim ashore as you have faith
Wander in a forest of jealousy-
    Establish a legacy
    
Whatever you choose...
    Whichever side you sway ...
          Just remember - THE END-could be just A BREATH AWAY....
           @inder
Stanley Arumugam Sep 2020
Sometimes the weight of waiting
Overwhelms me down to despair
When the world is moving so fast
My waiting feels like wasting time
When the winter season lingers long
When dry, decay, death dance dread
My soul becomes weary wanting out
When questions remain unanswered
Inviting more pain, doubt, desolations
Waiting feels like a slow stuckness

When I turn my eyes toward my heart
I notice the yeast rising in the darkness
Slowly, unhurried, directed by stillness
Time is transformed becoming a midwife
No longer the hurried fast train conductor
I settle slowly into an unfamiliar rhythm
Into a divine soul adjusted time
Inviting me to come in step by step
Deeper deeper into the dark night
Only when I surrender to waiting
Only then I see the distant light
Chad Young Sep 2020
What is my pride?
I'm a Baha'i, I study math and physics, and I study
martial arts.
Then this is where people may hurt me the most.
They will make my dimension into a lie,
contradict what I know so well.
A shove or a push, even a slap or hit only affects my body.
Hurting my feelings by making me feel unloved, that
is only my mammalian brain.
But defying my reason and insight - this is where I am
most weak.
To call my religion a plan of the Illuminati,
by calling my science untrue,
by saying I don't know anything of martial arts.
This is where the ego of the world now dwells:
within the reasoning mind.
This is where my testing will take place:
letting go of knowledge
to meet the words of the naysayer.

I will take your words and
transform them into love.
Then I will wait until I find a companion
heart, to tell my truth to.
reflecting on life mistakes and the movie "Creed" where Creed goes to jail for punching someone
Traveler Sep 2020
Learning and evolving
Primitively revolting
Problematic solutions
Ideological institutions

Mergence of shadow
Disassociation of ego
***, ecology, spirituality
Check, check, check

Why am I still broken?
Traveler Tim
रे मेरे अनुरागी चित्त मन,
सुन तो ले ठहरो तो ईक क्षण।
क्या है तेरी काम पिपासा,
थोड़ा सा कर ले तू मंथन।

कर मंथन चंचल हर क्षण में,
अहम भाव क्यों है कण कण में,
क्यों पीड़ा मन निज चित वन में,
तुष्ट नहीं फिर भी जीवन में।

सुन पीड़ा का कारण है भय,
इसीलिए करते नित संचय ,
निज पूजन परपीड़न अतिशय,
फिर भी क्या होते निःसंशय?

तो फिर मन तू स्वप्न सजा के,
भांति भांति के कर्म रचा के।
नाम प्राप्त हेतु करते जो,
निज बंधन वर निज छलते हो।

ये जो कति पय बनते  बंधन ,
निज बंधन बंध करते क्रंदन।
अहम भाव आज्ञान है मानो,
बंधन का परिणाम है जानो।

मृग तृष्णा सी नाम पिपासा,
वृथा प्यास की रखते आशा।
जग से ना अनुराग रचाओ ,
अहम त्यज्य वैराग सजाओ।

अभिमान जगे ना मंडित करना,
अज्ञान फले तो दंडित करना।
मृग तृष्णा की मात्र दवा है,
मन से मन को खंडित करना।

जो गुजर गया सो गुजर गया,
ना आने वाले कल का चिंतन।
रे मेरे अनुरागी चित्त मन,
सुन तो ले ठहरो तो ईक क्षण।
ये कविता आत्मा और मन से बीच संवाद पर आधारित है। इस कविता में आत्मा मन को मन के स्वरुप से अवगत कराते हुए मन के पार जाने का मार्ग सुझाती है ।
Adi N Sep 2020
It's a chilly autumn evening,
I sat for dinner with my gorgeous wife, leaning.
She turns of the artificial lights
and fires up a unimpressive wax candle and sighs.

The candle sits majestically on a hand made wooden stand,
My attention switches from her to it, like the seconds hand.
What's the story I wonder? Some of it melts down the stand,
some of it vanishes, ceases to exist, like dreamland.

It burns to give light and warmth
and yet asks nothing in return.

Wish I could be like a candle.

Back to dinner now.
Adi N Sep 2020
A tiny daring spider built a gorgeous circular web
on my window pane. It's in my view
again and again. I reserved
that spot as my look-out-to-think pane. But now
the spider has taken it, dare I complain.

Rain, wind and sun have blessed the spider’s dwelling,
as I watch him hide in the web’s corner wrapped in silk
and pouncing on his prey. He clearly is not scared
of me and uses the glass as god’s grace.

I ask him everyday-
But why that pane?
Do you have calendars or time constraints?
Are you in bliss, sadness, or pain?

He finally came, in my dream last night,
Dressed in a beautiful white silky robe, very bright,
and said in a husky voice-

Just like you, I am the creator’s creation,
Here to fully blossom in this incarnation ,
But you and I very different,
All life is relative, it's an illusion.
Adi N Sep 2020
You hopped into the courtyard minding your own business,
I was so intrigued and driven by impulsiveness.

I was a kid ignorant of life’s way,
I deeply regret taking your life away,
Please forgive me, life has made me pay,
You must have been reborn, I hope you are okay.
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