#innerlight
Sometimes the past sits on my shoulders,
heavy as a winter sky,
and I feel the cold
of every night I thought I was alone.
I learned to keep small fires inside me,
to light them quietly,
so they wouldn’t startle anyone else.
A laugh, a memory, a rhythm—
tiny sparks in a world
that wanted me to be still.
I carry them still,
these little fires,
proof that I survived,
proof that even when the storm rages,
a small flame can guide the way home.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 3:24 PM UTC
O’ Secret Source, O’ everlasting Light,
What I was yesterday has passed from sight;
What I am now shall fade in time’s swift stream,
For man is but the shadow of a dream.
Within Thy fire my hidden soul takes flame,
A rising spark no darkness e’er can tame;
At times a lightning through the silent sky,
At times a dawn where gentler glories lie.
A thirst abides no mortal draught can still,
A secret anguish bends the wandering will;
Yet in Thy law my faltering heart obeys,
And walks through night in hope of brighter days.
In threads of longing and in love’s deep art,
The veiled enigma trembles in my heart;
For every wound some quiet truth reveals,
And every tear a boundless ocean seals.
Then breathe, O’ Dawn, upon this clay of mine,
Grant it a strength no passing years decline;
Fill thou mine eyes with morning’s tender ray,
That I may rise renewed to greet the day.
And like a spark from hidden depths concealed,
Shine forth in hope while fleeting shadows yield.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 1:16 AM UTC
O’ heart, fear not the tumult that veils the fleeting day,
Within this mortal frame burns dawn no shadow can sweep away.
Though night may cloak the endless skies in sable, silent might,
The flame of hope ignites the spirit—the inner essence’ radiant light.
Though bound by mortal chains, this fragile form may seem confined,
Yet deep within the spirit dwells the infinite, eternally aligned.
If love’s sacred fire awakens, let the heart become a mirror,
It is the supreme truth, the torch, the path—the radiance that draws us nearer.
Even from the dust of being springs the luminous eternal ray,
Love is the guide, the beacon, the road no darkness can betray.
O’ humanity! Arise! Arise! Lift the veil from your heart’s eyes,
Let the soul behold the boundless skies and witness the eternal rise.
Let not the bonds of fear or fleeting desire enslave your sight,
Ascend on wings of vision, pierce the gloom, and embrace the light.
If knowledge lights the sacred flame within the human breast,
All crowns, all sceptres, all chains of fate shall crumble and rest.
Though shadow’s night may linger long and darkened hours creep,
From the heavens ascends anew the dawn that will not sleep.
When the splendour of Truth illuminates the cosmos vast and wide,
Only the awakened inner essence shall reign, with love as sovereign guide.
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 12:32 AM UTC
"You are a vessel of light.
Shine brightly,
even in the darkest corners of the world.
Your legacy will be the warmth you shared."
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 8:52 AM UTC
You don’t have to shine tonight,
or be fire,
or dazzle me with light.
If all you can give me is silence,
you are still you,
and that is enough.
I don’t need your strength,
I don’t need your mask —
I only want the part of you
that trembles and still stays.
Even broken,
you are whole to me.
Even quiet,
you are music.
Rest, my love.
I’ll carry the weight awhile.
Love doesn’t demand more:
it simply waits with you,
until you feel yourself again.
Oct 2, 2025
Oct 2, 2025 at 1:07 PM UTC
"Becoming more me"
a whisper rising from the depths,
where silence births creation’s glow,
where poetry finds breath.
"Words out of nowhere flow in me",
you paint the night with untamed thought,
a soul that lingers, sleepless, bright,
where dawn and ink are caught.
"Still upward in this journey I be",
climbing where the fog is deep,
where sorrow walks but faith remains,
where echoes softly weep.
"Love drifts, lost inside some emotion",
embers flicker, then ignite,
falling into tear-streaked eyes,
turning darkness into light.
"Bringing out more of me",
your voice is both the storm and sky,
your poetry a lantern’s glow
when heavy shadows lie.
Weeping Willow, your words move like rivers,
unfolding between stillness and storm.
Each verse a pulse, each thought a breath,
a melody where the soul is reborn.
If you find these words, may they be a mirror,
reflecting the beauty you bring to the world.
Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 5:05 AM UTC
A flower sings its own song
accompanied by a glowing inner light.
As flowers sing, their rainbow of sound grows.
Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 5:09 AM UTC
I am prospecting for love in the chamber of the heart
and if love is to be found there I'll have done my part.
How deep will I have to go depends on that ground
in which buried is a love so many say is to be found.
How can I be sure when it's so dark and cold in there
without any light or warmth to see or feel seems bare.
I'll have to strike at any dying embers of love for You
that I carry with me always which once felt to be true.
Time and neglect should've extinguished them by now
but it seems they're still smouldering inside somehow.
With the fuel of desire awakened thinking of You again
those flames of love may rise and glow once more then.
The gold nugget of Your love is to be found in the heart
one has to look deeply in there and make a sincere start.
There's no real way of telling just how far one has to go
'till the light and warmth of Your love is experienced so.
Sensations rise up within along the spine to one's crown
where a light appears to the inner gaze fixed in that town
of the space between the two eyes in one's mind where
darkness is usually seen but now gets dispersed in there.
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Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 3:49 AM UTC
I see my heart
glowing in the dark.
I see your heart
shining like a star.
Different from afar,
we shine our light.
Two distant rays
of the same
Sun.
Two hearts in love.
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 10:01 AM UTC
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ओं मणिपद्मे हूं
I sing the Self – that mystic fable.
Lie to Truth as Cain to Abel.
Inner blight of fallen man,
enemy of Heaven’s master-plan:
your inner SELF! The guiding light
of Luciferian deception.
Mystic wisdom’s blinding sight;
purveyed as truth: obscene confection.
Listen well – please spare your soul
and sidestep this, the blackest hole.
Your self is sewage! Look within;
behold that putrid old abyss
then dive down deep into your sin
the fallen source of carnal bliss.
Inspire. Inhale in full the stench
from deep within the septic trench
unsounded depths, a cesspool’s source
depravity released in force.
Apart from mercy undeserved
on those whom Heaven has reserved.
Apart from Christ, your sordid purpose;
jewel whose bright refracted surface
glistens, beckoning to the feast
yet never can appease the beast.
I hail your lie, oh Inner Self
you silted continental shelf –
(or are you more a surge oceanic:
roiling undertow satanic)?
New Age myth, and Hindu idol
fallen god whose pull is tidal…
Brahman, Atman, Buddha, babble
lies repackaged for the rabble…
How deep do you intend to go
into our post – Edenic show?
How far the bottom? Whence the end?
Explore ! You’ll never comprehend.
You’ll find still worse – and yet descend.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 10:21 PM UTC
i feel the Inner Light
shining inward and outward
in the holy silence
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC