#aura
PURE AURA
In the temple's quiet space, I offer prayers,
Simple words, yet sincere, rise to the heavens.
The hymns' pure aura, flowers' fragrance surrounds,
A soothing balm for souls, a cure for Covid's wounds.
I lay before your altar, dear Durga Ma,
My all - ornaments, music, dance, and melody.
In the crowd's throng, I see only you,
My silence echoes, a heartfelt prayer anew.
O Goddess, hear my plea, grant us peace,
Protect us from harm, and guide us through the test.
I adore you, dear Ma, with every breath,
In your love, I find solace, and eternal truth.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 12:34 AM UTC
She asked me how to be a poet?
I replied, "Just be"
You are a poem
That nourishes the soul
And
Let the thoughts flow
Naturally
Exclusive eyes
I want to say thank you
You are always the part of everything I write
And the best is yet to come
-
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 9:50 AM UTC
I didn’t slam the door.
Didn’t make a sound.
I left the way snow falls,
soft enough
that no one notices
until everything is different.
The room was still warm
when I stepped out,
but the cold was already in me.
It had been there for a while,
growing in quiet corners,
freezing things I didn’t know how to fix.
You might say I disappeared.
That I drifted.
That I gave up.
But I didn’t leave all at once.
I left in pieces,
in the pauses between words,
in the silence after laughter,
in the moments that should have meant something
but didn’t anymore.
By the time I walked away,
there was nothing left to take.
Now it is quiet.
The kind of quiet that stretches.
The kind that doesn’t ask questions.
And if you look for me,
you won’t find footprints,
just a smooth layer of snow
where something used to be.
ĀŘÇ ❄️
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 8:59 AM UTC
For the special day
If you have to
Wear something
Something exquisite
Don't forget to wear
Your smile
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 2:48 PM UTC
I feel as if I carry a dark aura.
When people walk beside me,
their paths seem to grow heavier.
Somewhere between me
and their tender emotions,
they lose their balance.
Words remain unspoken.
Eyes turn away.
Hearts grow smaller
in my shadow.
I am no one here
a voice lost in the wind.
Yet one sentence
still echoes inside me:
“You will die alone.”
Words once spoken by a counselor
on a random retreat,
but they stayed
like a thorn in the soul.
I burn quietly
with the thought
that every struggle of the man beside me
begins with me.
Each day I wake and wonder
will he leave me one day?
Will the road end
with only my footsteps?
I am no one here,
or so I tell myself
a burden carried
by everyone around me.
I love life,
yet sometimes
living feels too heavy.
My heart is a stone
I carry through the day,
and at night, in the dark,
it melts into silent tears.
Yet I am one here
who longs for peace
and fears
that I may be
the storm.
I dream of doing many things,
of living a life
wide and bright.
But again and again
my hands return empty.
Still a fragile whisper inside me says:
maybe I too will live a good life,
maybe these clouds will pass.
I wait
for a small spark of light
to slip through the darkness
and spread its quiet glow.
I dream of a better life.
And I am one here
who knows
reality is not a dream,
yet somewhere inside
the heart still hopes
for dawn.
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 3:42 PM UTC
Aurora:
“Auroras occur when particles from space bombard gases in the atmosphere, causing the release of specks of light. The color of an aurora is determined by the type of gas that is hit and where is it located in the Earth’s atmosphere. Oxygen can produce green and red light depending on the altitude it is excited at, while nitrogen can produce blue or pink light, depending on altitude. Sometimes the emitted light can appear to mix, creating the appearance of purple, pink, or even white auroras”
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Aura:
the distinctive atmosphere or quality that seems to surround and be generated by a person, or a supposed emanation surrounding the body of a living creature and regarded as an essential part of the individual
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the overlapping
hardly accidental
sharing of an ancient common root
nota bene!
I have not seen either,
my expertise is wholly imaginary
fortuitously all in multi colorations
and that hiccup does not preclude me
from gesticulating with words
of
golden light
powering verses
and the aurora of the aura
of those who left me behind,
departing too early
is still
unto piercingly clear,
so shiny visible,
so overcoming
and
I must close my eyes to weep
so the tears can flow profusely
effusively
onto my lips,
and come back to me,
so I can shed them
again and again
when their poems I do read…
and even yet,
still message them
it’s true,
I do, I do…
February 2026
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 12:01 PM UTC
Slowly creeping towards you
Resembling the light bearers aesthetic
I love that you wear glasses
Eyes so beautiful
Even God had to frame them
As our eyes meet in awkward silence
All I see
Is the moonlight shining through the night
But it's just your deep beautiful eyes.
A conversation that words couldn't describe
Was held by eyes one could prescribe
Yes
she's beautiful
Don't you think ?
Dec 5, 2025
Dec 5, 2025 at 8:51 AM UTC
A warm light brews,
and captures a glimpse of your beauty
Your smile like a hand knitted sweater on a winter evening,
melting my heart into a pool with your warm embrace.
Dec 5, 2025
Dec 5, 2025 at 8:30 AM UTC
The Positive Light,
That brings to us delight,
Will Illuminate this dark world, and
OH, WHAT A SIGHT!!!!
It will shine so bright,
it will cast out the night,
Continue to Sparkle,
Like the Star that you are,
Sparkling in the night sky,
so people can see you from afar.
YOUR AURA STRETCHES FOR MILES,
MAKING ALL OF US SMILE,
because
OF YOUR POSTITIVY!!!!!
alongside with your
PERSONALITY,
THE AURA
THAT YOU CARRY
SHINES THROUGH,
INDUBITABLY!!!!
B.R.
Date: 10/30/2025
Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 12:52 AM UTC
My name is “Israel” McCorkle, my name proves I am real,
due to its prefix, it’s not just a fix,
it’s a mental realization.
People always ask about,
and compliment my first name.
It has an aura,
It’s a powerful meaning.
Something that holds the strongest value
and is one of the most powerful parts of my identity.
And the word of the known name,
it goes back years and years
all the way to the Bible
and the Israel lights.
Not only does it have the wording of a country,
but it's a name most known in the biblical world.
It echoes through the ages,
back to ancient light,
From stories in the Bible
to the brave Israelites.
It sounds just like a nation,
with history so grand,
Yet also speaks of spirit —
a force that takes a stand.
Sep 16, 2025
Sep 16, 2025 at 8:43 PM UTC
Turning to the moon for guidance
Knowing she’ll guide me all night long
Finding comfort
In knowing I’m safe w her
Walking along
These deep dark streets
Chills domino across my bare arms
Looking up to see
Her almighty glow
My eyes target onto the moon
Following the aura
Jan 2, 2025
Jan 2, 2025 at 9:15 PM UTC
Your aura is all I need.
To feel the transport of cordiality.
Your soul is as lovely as a primrose,
And joyous like a rainbow.
Where else will I taste such bliss?
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 8:05 AM UTC
Sometimes one doesn't emit any shade or tone.We actually see the reflection radiated by the prevailing situation upon one's own aura.
© Spriha Kant
Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 9:24 AM UTC
Are you alright?
Seems like your
A-U-R-A
Keeps flickering.
Mar 19, 2021
Mar 19, 2021 at 1:09 AM UTC
It hurts
The pain echoes through my skull
Bouncing around like a ****** rubber ball
Bang
Bang
Bang
I want to feel better
I want to feel normal
And all the regular things from yesterday
Feel so, so far away
Like nothing will return to how it was
And the fear will linger forever
Jan 17, 2021
Jan 17, 2021 at 12:24 AM UTC
A soul so precious it's aura gold
Yet stained with sadness untold
Broken
Frayed
In life's waves is tossed
Still keeps good spirits
Despite all he has lost
He is rain on a hot summer day
Heart beating underneath shades of grey
Band-aid to cushion wounds no one else seemed to see
Healed with one kiss from him effortlessly
But now he wears armor over his own skin
Preventing new love from seeping in
And I don't think I can break through to his soul
Without ripping a gigantic unmendable hole
Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 3:07 AM UTC
tonight, your aura shines
the moon enhances your light
and our love gets intertwined;
your gasps fill my lungs with awe
as you lay there, more beautiful than ever
to your angelic energy, i surrender
even though i may be the devil
Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 6:10 PM UTC
No wonder
If there is a masterpiece
I penned
Out of my ink
You are there living
Close enough
No matter what
Where to begin?
It's all about you
Around you
Somewhere
In some form
As a profound metaphor
Or a cryptic reflection
Veiled to
The blind hearts
Obvious to
The avid readers
Obviously
She is the poetry
And the poetry is she
She is the art
And the art is she
Oct 7, 2020
Oct 7, 2020 at 12:56 PM UTC