#elixir
mountain peaks i watch from my bus
i imagine the scale of us
just two specks of dust
floating in the pool of love
did i lose you?
did you lose me?
i still choose you?
do you choose me?
i sink into nature, pray for healing
an elixir for the grief that rests
an omnipresent weight on my chest
i wish you the best, i suppress
become the type of person who is perfect
affirmed and earned
my pearly whites shine and dazzle
someone of worth
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 2:31 PM UTC
Many people scorn
it, the elixir of life --
It's a bitter herb.
Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 2:49 AM UTC
It’s different with you.
Your words
penetrate me
Like spindles,
Leaving my heart
Writhing in
Delightful misery.
You have decorated
My soul
With the yearning
Of what we could be
and with the pain
Of what we might not be.
I’m gripped tightly
To your essence,
Hastily Drinking
the magical elixir
That you exude.
I will never let go…
Unless you tell me to.
Aug 1, 2024
Aug 1, 2024 at 2:19 AM UTC
True love! After all,
the love potion was a fraud --
but who believes that?
Jul 26, 2024
Jul 26, 2024 at 2:37 AM UTC
When the paintbrush of the day
is tucked away
and the sunset dipped
in the forest of the night
the moon wanes and waxes
down the hills of stars
atop that shady wrap.
Who peeps in
where the sleeping beauty wakes
is any one guess
nor it's a amateur's business.
Far from the half lit astral canopy
any bucket lowered
deep down on the ground
into a barrowed well of colours
comes up with a Joseph of Cannon
the firesome story goes on.
The same fire burner
is also the same fire extinguisher
Alexander the Great intrigued life water
cool serene cup of Ab-e Hayat elixir!
Aug 19, 2022
Aug 19, 2022 at 11:55 AM UTC
I'm glad that I am here in the depths of this hurt,
I am reminded of my life, my very own life,
This weight that is heartache that I currently bear, I'm grateful to it and the changes it is making,
My face looks ever so different in this mirror, in this sorrow new strength, in these tears an elixir.
Sep 23, 2021
Sep 23, 2021 at 5:48 AM UTC
on thin ice,
wide and narrow pathways
you were always there
with your luminous presence,
making me shine,
and glow,
even in my darkest moments.
you turned me into gold
when i felt rusty and old
Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 6:59 AM UTC
So concentrated solid is the perfect circle
encompasses the ultimate irrational zero space
housing down the orbiting planets a standstill earth.
Ahead of seven seas so fluid is a muslin cloud in the air
spilling down all the moonlight if the moon splits into half
for that beauty spot there would still be a black moon night!
The hidden gem from down the bottom of the earth
splashes a drop of colour and sets the sun on fire!
Ever wonder if the potion in this cup gets down to half
it does but only to get down to a drop of elixir.
Without sipping in living with such a sound melodious
presence up to the other world before dying one could die!
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 11:44 AM UTC
The fireflies lie in their graves,
immortalized for their glories
that paved the path for the tired
souls that yearned to live, wired
to the immaculate truth of life
and to take one's soul off the knife.
Aug 18, 2020
Aug 18, 2020 at 7:43 AM UTC
Is it gone slipped out of the net
the time is on the fly?
Bask in the shadow is not too far,
take a walk down the sun.
Let the firesome stands tall
up the mountain of its colour splendour.
The bumble bees know there are
more on the edges of the spectral.
The moon only dips in the black earth
and scoops a black mole for every star!
The giant beauty in the night is more
it does a matter what a wee hour you eye on!
Scientists say the star vanishes in the black hole
maybe it doesn’t want to come off the locks
but how did Alexander the Great sniff out
there was elixir on the other side of the pool?
A thought crosses my mind as if a moonlight
passes a sleeping one that promptly wakes up
and feels like showering in the moonlight
the sky isn't big nor the stars are far
but the planet earth by sea is bigger.
Every star loves to slide into the sea in the moonlight
perhaps the glowing moon on its forehead did it first!
Squeezed earth breaks out where it apparently ends
more is in the zero-circle, pi is transcended!
Let's taste, he sets out for the end of the globe.
on the way he goes, walks in chiaroscuro
down the moving planets in light and shadow.
If the seven seas splash out in a lofty billow
sets out on the cloud for the blue sky he won’t stop
because the empty cup is refilled there is a elixir drop!
Up high the star in the black holes delights in locks
deep down the earth the moon delves in a black mole.
All is dark matter the light is over the burnt Mt.Sinai
the only cool rose Moses down the fire is in an elixir dew,
the watermark, from the untouchable a touching cue.
The secret sauce of life just a glance turns the sun to brew
the whole stars mirroring sea in the night slides into a dew!
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 12:04 PM UTC
Faire fondre au bain-marie
En remuant avec une maryse
Votre chocolat coupé en petits quatrains
Dans le café
Incorporer votre élixir de muse
Laisser tiédir.
Prendre une rime riche
Mise à tremper depuis la veille
Séparer les voyelles des consonnes
Fouetter les voyelles avec des mots pimentés
Monter les consonnes en neige éternelle
Avec une pincée de musc glacé
Et fouetter jusqu'au sang
Verser les voyelles dans le chocolat
En remuant énergiquement
Incorporer délicatement les consonnes en neige virtuelle.
Mélanger doucement avec une virgule éphémère
Verser votre mousse dans de petits ramequins
Réserver au frais pendant trois heures minimum
Déguster votre mousse d'élixir de muse au chocolat
Avec du melon et de la pastèque bien fraîche
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 1:51 AM UTC
I look back
Nothing
Concepts orbiting in an isolated space
The empty air smells like uncertainty
Droning like distant dissonant shouts from outer space
A train of meaningless code flows life-likely
Through a pit in my stomach
The darkest black hole is an orb made of heaviest matter possible
Condensed and concentrated nothingness
It's track is not set on a straight line
Neither is it blurry
It's thin and wiggly
It's cut to a thousand pieces
Scattered through time and space
And I have built an empire upon it called life
And I know it will crumble under its own weight
Spires
Spikes of life called memories soar high on a brittle foundation
And at the core
Overloads and explodes
A single node
Overthinking and overheating until it blows
Functions recursively until it breaks
Nothing flows
I look back
Still nothing
Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 6:17 AM UTC
You'll be my poison
I will drink up
Every single drop
Until you are an empty cup
The venom made you sick
Extracted after so long
You might be free of toxicity
That's not all that is gone
Your heart already rotted away
Before the elixir burned my throat
At least saved some of you
Tried being your antidote
Now I feel ill inside my body
Emotions are being erased
Because I love you so much
I'll gladly die in your place
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 5:23 AM UTC
Everyday I tell her
Not to remember your dimples.
Everyday I tell her
Not to find those crinkles,
Your eyes created
While the smile wrapped itself,
Intimately around your lips
And the first nail of my coffin was hit!
Your heart is stuck in someone else,
And mine I have left in your closet.
After all the time that has passed
I am still staring,
At the empty mug to hold just a drop,
A drop to satisfy this craving
Or maybe just to forget this thirst.
Thirst,quenched not even by the elixir,
Elixir that saved the life
But could not fill the emptiness in it
Could not give it a meaning to be lived.
All I need is a bit of you,
But sigh! I can have that never.
Yet I love you
Just the way you love her
Someone said it right-
One sided love holds an alien kind of peace,
Peace in the pleasure offered by pain,
Pain that I, so passionately chase.
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 3:25 AM UTC
...you are my elixir of life.
The fuel that aids for stamina.
I drink your luscious mixture all day,
aligning to remember who I am.
I sip it with walking gracefulness.
I gulp it’s magical formula
so feet run cross fields
of grand mystery.
Intentions mix within,
focusing to feel the gentle breeze.
To hear birds bless ears in song.
To radiate my own heartbeat
divinely.
And as sun says farewell to moon,
and clouds part dreams align.
Breath oh breath you aid
moving me for harmony,
and bliss.
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 10:09 AM UTC
- I often wonder where this is to be found
if not within one's soul that's earth bound.
One must pierce the darkness of the mind
to find Heaven's treasure therein of a kind.
___________________
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 12:40 AM UTC
Explosion of the white tree,
A synapse in the damp air.
The fluid around the corsair,
Ambassador of the secret;
The perfume of a comet
Descends upon the wetland.
A goosebump stretches my hair;
Ripples forming across the sea
As nostril and flowers meet
Miles and miles without end.
The green flame always return
In a frenetic haze, a burst of fire,
As the solar wave caresses the earth
At welcomed glances, so soft a fur.
A last effort renewed forevermore;
Delirious poison continually brewed;
An elixir against the veil of dusk;
Cause and effect from dust to dust.
As the mind steps out back further,
It finds itself returned at the core,
Til all of Spring elapses.
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 11:53 PM UTC
Alexander of Macedonia this time
won’t U-turn from the might Gangaridai.
At the bubbling edge in the Indian subcontinent,
one would dare, taking his last plunge,
believing it here the proverbial Well of Life!
Yet Al Khwarizmi will discover the algebra,
drawing from ‘nothing,’ purely untouchable:
The Zero from the Indian pole.
Not a digit, not a number on its own, yet it’s all.
Every number jumps up in the zero loophole!
Then the whole number bows down into decimals,
escalating the hunts of the 1.618 golden ratios.
Plough through at your own pace
for the uncharted water, for ab-e-hayath.
Sip in a drop of elixir in this secured zone.
Sylhet is in the core, is written in stone.
What do these mean? I too wonder
down the line, I was intrigued by the Arab
and Indian tectonic plates’ slow dance.
Both rolled out, hugging each other
Then the Makkan soil lying at the heart of earth
gets exposed, with Sylhet’s soil it pairs up!
360 Sufi dynamos, mathematically a perfect circle,
find the match giving a perfect heads up
laid on the nine yard show the whole box of wax,
simply inking the vivo jump on the storylines.
What’s under the tectonic-rug at the bottom of the earth?
Shush softly, whisper—the heavens might hear it out!
Hold on to the least bit, it could be all one wants.
The earth, the ocean, all started with a drop of water!
Let alone any well, which way did this original matter,
the first, primeval drop of water stream down
Has this alleyway been exposed here, or in Paradise?
Then how can we say we don't have a secret for Paradise?
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 11:26 AM UTC
The lord is probably
Ashamed of me as son
Because I’m part of the ****
That walks his earth
Filling my lungs
with a toxic smoke
Drowning my liver
with a deadly elixir
Can’t go a day
With out a fix
I have 99 bars
And none of them
Are going to get spit
So I popped them all with Molly
And overdosed to the sirens
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 8:20 PM UTC
though strictly Fermi, and oh...(en Rico) plus sun
dre other parvenues, a rapture
surges thru me,
when audibly communicating, enunciating,
and speaking English words
as if hi ken run
a marathon, or zip to the moon,
(take as cheesy tong in cheek)
from this pun
gent, who relishes reading for my eyes and ears
asper myself, which purported nun
sense ink reese sees learn'n
den earn an award,
especially wash'n black board
den breathing intelligent dust
from eraser head could awk cord,
I utter Hieronymus Bosch, bing enamored,
and aye actually confess
tubby a model United Nations chimp
pan zee, and/or other
type of survey monkey hook can huff ford
Old Rotten Gotham horde
sliding down into the behavioral sink...
exclaiming "oh me jack lord"
and getting rescued then getting less on,
sans get'n taut how (muss elf George Eliot)
tubby comb moored
flossed, milled, and taut
tubby trained for Operation Ready Date
by a coop pull oof oot standing chap,
named Adam West, who poured
salty epithets (reminding me, as they roared
that life iz brutal, short and nasty),
part tickly ne'r the end
wharf hew scored
and majority got de toured
until emotionally, physically,
and spiritually enlightened
By Rabindranath Tagore and Burt Ward.
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 2:11 AM UTC