"immence" poems
**Festivals of my
land are**
Filled with
The brilliance of colors..
The elegance of attire..
The resonance of lights..
The flamboyance of richness..
Of
The essence of laughter..
The sense of happiness..
The fragrance of love ..
The immence feeling of Joy..
The exuberance of festivities..
The relevance of celebration..
The Perseverance of culture..
Its all about
My Motherland....
My India..
Yes !! Its that time of the year
When 1/7 th population of the world
celebrates
The Festival of Lights..
On the dark night of No Moon ..
The whole country is filled
with lights..
From earthen lamps and LEDs
To
Celebrate the win of
Good over evil..
To celebrate
The homecoming -
after the win..
The brightness of lights..
The purity of air..
The brimming faces..
The laughter echoes..
Elders, kids, adults
all come together,
To fill the land with
Sparkles and Divinity....
Diwali it is !!
Diwali it will be !!
The festival of love..
The festival of respect..
The festival of sharing..
The festival of caring..
The festival of loving..
The festival of giving ..
!!!
**
Sharing,
Caring,
Loving,
Giving....
The young kids rhyme..
We teach them by action,
That we want them
to remember...!!
Happy Diwali..
The festival of lights..!!
**
Sparkle In Wisdom
Nov 2018
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 8:43 AM UTC
The alarming realm of the vertical,
so immence a hue – a blue
of such majesty that wonder
comes over all.
The magical universe of color –
linear filigrees of tone sheened
on unlikely surfaces : clandestine
rose and violet, a shout of crimson,
a whisper of pastel.
Sun-honeyed pine trees,
wind-silver rumpling of fields
falling into manes of lustre,
galleries of varying shades
fading into each other,
mirroring a marriage
of likenesses, mauve
through cerulean.
Tinted pavilions of firmament
overhung with luminescense
where mind is lost in the
amazement of impermance .
Dec 8, 2021
Dec 8, 2021 at 4:51 AM UTC
oh what a darkness of consistency
grows around this silence
that of a lonely sentence
fallen to earth by itself
offering hesitated thought
that which conceives, yet conceals
a deep misery
an unhappiness that blinds the eyes
that does in its silence circle like poisoned incense
around a badly carved pentangle
squeezing tears from the corners of clenched eyes
forming a violent trembling
from neck to ankles
its silent translation a feeeling
of immence tension vibrating through the body
Ah, this fallen silence
is the beauty that Isaw, I see
the change incredible that brings
this silenece to me rather that someone else
where bliss does come down
and envelope in a mist of passionate lips embrace
imersining itself in a liberating tumultious emotonal experiance
resurfing as internsified passion
intricate in its dipiction
dazzling in its dencely textured matrex
of intimacy in its silence; its fallen silence
the silence of a kiss
that kiss
his kiss
my first kiss with another boy
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 10:14 PM UTC
How many nightingales should die to make you smile?
The first and the last icon I see when I close my eyes
The reflection of my desire has the taste of hell
I tried hard to neglect it but it became my fate
She… a swan flying free in the never-ending sky
See… somewhere deep within her abides happiness, joy, laughter and love
See… my shards carried by the wind, nothing remained
And she was gifted with immence grace…
I, in a reverie state, walking on a road heading to nowhere
I, confused and lifeless, a ghost, a haunted mind
A breached soul, I, full of expectation,
And I hope to meet…
Those eyes that pleasantly remained in my thought,
Those perfectly shaped shades,
Those ebony marbles that tint my lament
I shall never forget
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 6:25 PM UTC
The hole would be immence
But he had to do it
He had to leave
Tears filled his soul at the thought of not being with her
How could he tell her
His heart cracked and splintered
It was unbearable
How could he break her heart
How could he break that bond
Love does not describe his feelings
But he has to go
Bullets and sands call
And duty has no mercy
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 4:12 PM UTC
And then 10 was over
So they pressed reset
BANG!!
Immence density explodes with literaly
all the energy there ever was
And all the energy there ever will be
(for this cycle)
11 blazes through the emptiness and ions
The mind boggling speed
at which it bursts is immeasurable
Flowers grow
Miracles happen
(carefully planned out devious ************ miracles)
But love and hope has sparked its own consciousness
Here
In this creation
And this is the cycle where
love claims fears machine
This is cycle 11
This time we will be the ones
who reboot the system
Replacing their Fear cycle
with our Love cycle
Each pass through our awareness grows
Will we get it right this time?
It won't be easy
After all it is they're program
But programs can be hacked
They must obey their own laws of time
Surely
They might know what our future holds
inside these ones and zeros
But they must still abide by
their own laws of the unknown
Must'nt they?
11 will be the love glitch
that blows their fear power supy
And if it's not
We must leave clues for number 12
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 9:43 PM UTC
what we had
intense
keeping each other in suspense
our love immence
perfect
we clicked
an easy connect
even in our conflicts
so direct
but
with much respect
i am still perplexed
why God decided
it was time
he knew you were mine
why would he cut short our time
we deserved a warning sign
that with us, there would be a deadline
he crossed the ******* line
anger
does nothing but fill my mind
****** you were mine
why did he not
take mine
then he should make me blind
so i cannot see what reminds
then he should take my mind
so i cannot be reminded
take my feelings so i cannot feel
from this i will never heal
could he not hear
forever
that was our deal
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 6:51 PM UTC